But the young child is still a young child after all, and seeing his father lying on the ground covered in blood, and his mother unkempt and disheveled with bad people, such a scene is not at all something that can be comforted by a few words.

"A-Niang, A-Niang, don't you want Daddy anymore, don't you want Daddy anymore!" A-Niang ......" The child was still crying.

"Shut up the little bastard!" the bandit leader shouted as he lost his patience.

When the brothers outside saw that their head was angry, they were in a hurry, and they directly smashed the handle of the knife in their hands on the child's head with a "bang".

Yamano Mangfu is used to being ruthless on weekdays, and when the handle of this knife was struck, blood immediately flowed down from the child's head, only to hear him snort, and suddenly there was no sound.

"Mi'er!" Xi'er mourned in her heart, let out a terrible scream and struggled to crawl out the door.

Where did the mountain bandit leader care so much, he had long lost his patience and dragged the woman back, and without saying a word, tore off the rest of her clothes, pressed them on the ground and galloped.

I don't know how long it took, I don't know how many times these men vented on her, she kept biting her lip, trying to keep herself awake, she hoped that she could survive for a long time, because she thought, maybe the child still has a breath.

However, God did not give her this opportunity, she did not survive the abuse of these gangsters in the end, and returned to Huangquan with humiliation and pain.

From beginning to end, Cang Wunian couldn't see the woman's face, but when he saw her being attacked by these mountain bandits, his heart throbbed inexplicably.

The delirium beside him silently dispersed the light curtain in front of him, turned around to face the long and crooked bluestone road on the shore in the distance, and whispered to himself after a long time: "Wind annihilation, you are really ruthless." It's been ten lifetimes, and that's what you've made me see. Do you really think that the heart of this king is made of iron?"

"Wind annihilation?" Cang Wunian frowned as he heard it, it seemed that he had heard this name somewhere, but ...... Where have you heard of it?

I don't know how long I stopped and stared like this, a woman with a child came on the bluestone road, far away, and couldn't see their faces clearly, but Cang Wunian knew that it must be the Xi'er and her son he saw in the light curtain before.

The woman led the child as if confused for a while, then walked to the shore and boarded a canoe.

The canoe carried the woman and the child along the current to the bluestone bridge, and Cang Yu stood at the bottom of the bridge and looked at her from afar.

Cang Wunian frowned, wanting to step forward to take a clear look, but suddenly found that his feet seemed to be tied by something, and he couldn't move.

"What's going on?" Cang Wunian muttered in confusion, trying to mobilize his mana and fly onto the riverbank.

But everything was in vain, he could only watch the woman and the child slowly walk up the bluestone bridge.

It was a strange feeling, he wanted to leave, but he couldn't leave, and he seemed to be able to hear the footsteps of the woman walking on the bridge above his head, from far to near, and then to the distance.

Just when he was anxious in his heart, thinking about how to get himself out of this river, Cang Yu beside him suddenly whispered: "I have been waiting in this Lethe River for a thousand years, and you are really so ruthless that you don't even want to look back once. ”

Cang Wunian was excited, and hurriedly followed Cang's delirious gaze, only to see that the woman had already reached the end of the bluestone bridge at some point, and had just drunk Meng Po soup at this moment, and walked towards the reincarnation path indiscriminately.

A strange yin wind blew, and the last strand of black hair on Cang's head turned snow-white at this moment.

"Ahem......" A muffled cough came out of his throat, and he smiled bitterly, sighed deeply, and flew up from the river.

At the same time as he flew up, Cang Wunian suddenly found that he could also move, and he hurriedly came to Cang Yu's side to see what he was going to do next.

To his surprise, Cang Delirium waved his robe and summoned the Emperor Xudu. After some conversation between the two, Cang Delirium proposed to let Emperor Xudu send him into the path of reincarnation.

"No, this king just doesn't need the memories of this long life anymore. After reincarnation, what should be done is up to the mandate of heaven, and this king no longer demands it. ”

These were the last words he left in his previous life as the King of Shura in this heaven and earth.

"What doesn't need the memories of this long life? But I haven't forgotten it at all! This feeling of remembering everything from time to time and not remembering everything is really ...... You're going to drive me crazy!" Cang Wunian stared at the man in front of him and the Emperor Xudu in the light curtain with a speechless expression.

He now seriously doubted that he would become like this, if Emperor Xudu had done something in it, deliberately making him forget it, so that he could pursue the broken memories and become the Shura King again little by little. After all, looking at the current state of the delirium, this physical body is obviously hopeless.

After soaking in the Lethe River for so many years, he has the ability to reach the sky, and now he is at the end of the crossbow. With his current situation, Cang Wunian estimated that he could win against him, not to mention that Emperor Xudu wanted to do something to him secretly.

Unable to slander Cang Wunian more, Emperor Xudu shot a ray of light into Cang Delirium's body in the light curtain, but the strange thing is that at the same time that Cang Delirium turned into a purple light and quickly shot into the reincarnation path, Cang Wunian felt a burst of earth-shattering.

"Ahh

In the depths of Hongmeng's relics, the painting Allure City saw everything Cang Wunian saw through the twelve-hour mirror, the only difference is that Cang Wunian stood in the Lethe River and saw the tragic death of the woman named Xi'er with Cang Delirium, but the painting Allure couldn't see Cang Wunian, she could only see Cang Delirium, and everything that Cang Delirium saw.

"Brother Wunian, that woman...... It must be the goddess you love, ......right? Why did she become a mortal, and she was so miserable to be abused to death?"

When his consciousness was awake again, Cang Wunian found that he was still in the underworld, and he was still standing under the Nai He Bridge. It's just that what puzzled him was that there was no delusional figure around.

"Strange, didn't Emperor Xudu send me into the path of reincarnation before?, why am I still here?" Cang Wunian muttered to himself, raising his hand and rubbing his somewhat painful eyebrows.

But before his hand touched his forehead, he was stunned, for he found that the sleeves of his shirt were purple satin embroidered with gold trim and dark gold auspicious patterns.

"This ......" Cang Wunian was stunned, subconsciously raised his hands to look left and right, and then lowered his head to look at the clothes on his body, this is indeed a delirious dress.

Cang Wunian shook his somewhat cloudy head, stopped for a moment and hurriedly grabbed his hair in front of him, only to find that most of his green hair was white, and only a small part was still black. This time, however, there seemed to be more black hair than he had seen at first.

This change came suddenly, but Cang Wunian quickly calmed down, he remembered that Kong Li had told him that if he wanted to go back to the ancient period, he first had to return to his previous life first, and temporarily regain the power of his previous life. Only then will he have a chance to go back to the distant past.

Fang Cai's delirious body has reached its limit, and he was sent into the path of reincarnation by Emperor Xudu, so it seems that now he has taken back the power of delirium in that period, and with this power, he has returned to the longer past.

Thinking so, Cang Wunian subconsciously raised his hand and created a light curtain in front of him, and he guessed that maybe he could see something useful in the light curtain.

This time, the light curtain is a little brighter than the previous one, and the picture is a little clearer than the previous one, probably because the mana and body condition left in Cangyu's body at this time are better than the last time.

In the picture, a place resembling a stage appears, there is no drama on the stage, only a woman sits alone on it, with a guqin in front of her.

The woman was dressed in a light yellow Luo skirt, and her face was covered with a veil of the same color, although she couldn't see what she looked like, but it was not difficult to see from her picturesque eyebrows and graceful figure that this was definitely a beauty who could be called a country and a city.

A beauty solo should be a wonderful thing, but the bad thing is that the place where it is played is not good.

Cang Wunian glanced at the environment around the woman, the pink and red light gauze curtains fluttered in the wind, and the screens on the left and right sides were faintly visible

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The picture of the beauty of the breasts is even the explicit picture of the spring palace, the laughter and whistles in the audience, and the obscene words of the women and the obscene laughter of the men are heard from time to time.

This is obvious, it is a green building.

The woman on the stage lowered her eyebrows, as if she had long been accustomed to such an atmosphere. Regardless of how many unbearable sounds there were in the audience, the slender hands stroked the strings and began to play on their own.

The sound of the piano was mournful and clear, and it seemed very incompatible with the men and women who were looking for fun in the Qinglou at this time, but not long after her piano sounded, the four slowly quieted down.

This should be a well-known Qinglou, the guests come and go, the women's piano skills are first-class, naturally there are people who know the piano can't help but hold their breath, savoring the rhythm flowing from her fingertips.

Playing and playing, the woman suddenly sang to the piano sound, her voice was like a heavenly sound, clear and tactful, delicate with a faint tenacity and persistence, as if she was slowly whispering about her helplessness and bitterness.

As soon as the song was sung, the audience immediately erupted in applause, and those men who boasted of their elegant manners asked the woman to play another song.