After finally falling asleep, he always dreamed of the day when his parents died, he actually didn't have a particularly deep feeling for his parents, the Qin family was emotionally restrained, he had never tasted the care and care of his parents, and he didn't know what family warmth was.

So when his parents died, he was not too obviously touched in his heart, but more blank and dazed.

Aunt Whispering couldn't diagnose what the problem was, only that he remembered the tragedy of the Qin family's extinction that day and suffered from 'depression'.

During that time, Chixiao accompanied him all day long.

He was sleepy and wanted to sleep, so Chixiao lay beside him with a stack of books, reading him poems, sword scores, or folk myths, and with his lazy voice, he was finally able to sleep well.

But I was often awakened by nightmares.

Whenever he did, he would wake up and see Chixiao sitting on the edge of his bed.

Sometimes he was eating, sometimes he was sleeping by the head of the bed, and sometimes he was reading with a book.

The true face of this Demon Sect Leader subverts everyone's imagination, although he is brutal by nature, he is never soft when it is time to start, but his biggest hobbies in his spare time are eating and reading.

He likes to read all kinds of stories, and then relay them to him after reading them, as long as they are heard in his mouth, boring stories will become lively and interesting.

He was ill for a whole month, and after recovering, Chixiao sat firmly in his position as a father-in-law in his heart.

And what he wants from beginning to end is not the relationship between father and son, but joy is to be able to laugh with someone, and when he is sad, he can hold this person and grieve.

It turns out that this is what I like.

Qin Jiu was awakened by a dream again.

But when I woke up, I didn't feel anything other than a layer of coolness on my back.

The so-called growth is not that the wound is healed, but that when the scab is formed, you have become accustomed to the pain.

……

A few months later.

Moon Palace.

Martial Arts Conference.

Qin Jiu participated as the head of the Qingyu faction.

On the way to the Falling Moon Palace, he learned a piece of news.

"You know, the Demon Cult has resurged?"

"What?"

"Haven't you found out yet, this year, all the major sects are arranging for the younger generation in the sect to come out to participate in the competition, saying that the older generation should retire and make the stage younger, in fact, it is the Demon Sect Leader who came out for revenge!"

Qin Jiu didn't control the strength of his hand, and the blue and white porcelain teacup had a faint crack.

Aunt Whispering also frowned slightly.

Qin Jiu got up and left, and she followed slowly.

"Impossible."

She almost grew up watching Chixiao.

This child is the wild child she picked up on the side of the road who was seriously ill and abandoned, the illness is God's punishment and God's gift, and in the end not only turned the corner but also became a martial arts wizard with clear bones.

It is precisely because of this that the original Demon Sect Elder made him the 'Sect Master', which is equivalent to putting on a good-looking treasure of the town's house.

“…… He has no feelings for them, he has no ambitions, he doesn't make sense to do these things. ”

Qin Jiu stood by the window, silent for a long time, and suddenly he stretched out his hand out of the window.

"It's snowing."

Did he see it?

Chi Xiao spent the first half of his life in Fengyang Mountain, a place where the heat was hot all year round, and he should have never seen what snow looked like.

I don't know where he went, if he saw it.

What kind of picture should the red dress he loved to wear look like in such a silvery snow?