It's as if something in the soul that has been straining for a long time is broken.

Yuan Yu remembered that he walked all the way, and one night later, he met the young man who was much older than himself.

He let himself call him, Brother Biaozi.

That night, Yuan Yu was caught off guard and saw the white jade-like pen for the first time in Brother Biaozi's hand.

It's obviously a very beautiful pen, but it feels like someone has pierced a bone with an awl, and it's very cold.

That pen is so similar to the one that my grandfather left for me.

After that, there was the dark clouds of the Qinling Mountains, pulling the thunder, like the end of the world......

Brother Biaozi, and the person that grandpa asked him to find...... Many, many familiar faces.

It turned out that when he was seven years old, there were so many people around him.

The chaotic earth, the monstrous corpse, the frightened ghosts, and the desperate faces of the living......

These constantly hit Yuan Yu's mind, as if they were about to explode in his soul.

With his clumsy trick and spell, the earth in the mountains collapsed and cracked, gushing with ghostly energy......

Yuan Yu suddenly understood why, since he entered the Taiyi Sect, the master and brother always whispered the words "open the leyline" in their mouths......

In the confusion, Brother Biaozi, who was wearing a military uniform, took the train and hugged himself back to his hometown in Jiangxi.

From that time on, the shadow of his mother was gone.

On the wasteland at the gate of the courtyard, Father Wang sighed and said to Brother Biaozi: "I thought that the child was lost, and I couldn't find it, and I even thought that the child was eighty percent dead outside...... The child's mother also thinks so, almost crying blind, and then left, as a mother, without children, the only nostalgia for this family is gone, and the days have been gone for a long time......"

Brother Biaozi put down the money, finally looked at himself, and left, hesitating.

After that, in that dilapidated yard, there was only the man and himself left.

The man was still drunk and intensified.

The money was also taken to gamble, beaten and scolded all day long, Yuan Yu only had resentment towards that man from beginning to end, and never had a trace of family affection.

Probably because of this, when the man stumbled and fell into the river and died, Yuan Yu did not have the slightest sadness in his heart, not a single tear was shed, and he was even a little happy......

But what about those people?

Yuan Yu tried hard to think about it, but was very disappointed to find that those people didn't seem to appear again in the days that followed......

Those who had appeared in their lives disappeared in a flash in the pan and were never seen again.

Yes, they have no relationship with themselves and have no reason, there is no reason to pay attention to themselves all the time, haven't they always been a person with no sense of existence?

It turned out that he had always been the one who was abandoned, Brother Biaozi was gone, and Brother Xiangren was also gone...... They are all abandoning themselves.

Nobody cares about themselves, never ......

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In the ruined temple, the hay residues on the ground were still flickering brightly and dimly.

The intense pain had made Yuan Yu numb, but the sense of loss and loneliness that kept being abandoned made Yuan Yu want to cry aggrieved.

Yuan Yu's thin body curled up together, whimpering in his throat, and finally opened his eyes, and subconsciously tightened the rough hands on his forehead, and raised his head to look at Old Man Xiao in a begging manner: "Master, don't throw my ...... away"

Old man Xiao trembled and looked at Yuan Yu's increasingly scarlet eyes.

Zhang Sanhui's face was shocked, and he was horrified to find that the aura that rippled from Yuan Yu's body was so majestic that he couldn't believe that this would be the aura that a thirteen-year-old child could have.

popularity, and resentment.

Zhang Sanhui was so devastated, his spine was chilling, and he lost his voice: "Old man, why is there such a big resentment on this kid suddenly!" ”

Yuan Yu's blood-like eyes, but he still stared at Old Man Xiao directly, with a crying voice: "Don't leave me ......"

The resentment in the broken temple became more and more intense, and such an aura condensed into a whistling wind, and the crumbling idol fell to the ground and shattered.

Yuan Yu's face was hideous for a moment, and he had a weird smile like crying.

The crumbling sound suddenly rang in my heart like a long bell, waking up Old Man Xiao.

Old man Xiao squatted down and stroked the back of Yuan Yu's head, just like a grandfather taking care of a sick child, his voice was calm, but with an indescribable sense of security.

Old man Xiao hoarsely voiced and whispered: "Little Wu, the master won't, neither will the senior brothers, the frost girl likes you so much, in the future, I still expect you to take care of her, come, go with the master, let's go back ......"

The resentment surging in the ruined temple faded like a tide.

Zhang Sanhui bit his fingers, and the red blood stains on Yuan Yu's forehead, and a mysterious rune was quickly drawn on the palms and feet of his feet.

Old man Xiao hugged Yuan Yu with a complicated expression, and walked out of the temple gate, the moonlight was gone, and in the rolling dark clouds, there seemed to be thunder gradually fading.

Zhang Sanhui looked at Old Man Xiao with palpitations and said in a trembling voice: "Old man, God knows what kind of thing you Taiyi Sect received?" ”

Old man Xiao froze suddenly, listening to the distant thunder, his face was full of sourness, his expression was moved, and he sighed in a crying voice: "That's it, God doesn't pity me too much!" ”

Zhang Sanhui had just walked out of the temple gate, his expression suddenly changed, and he ran away like a crawler.

Immediately, the thunder that had been far away roared and fell, and the drought and thunder tore through the night, and the ruined temple was reduced to ruins.

Until the three of them left, there was a faint dark shadow in the ruins of the ruined temple.

Next to the broken statue, I don't know how when, there was already a blurred blood-red figure.

Looking closely, the figure was the same as Yuan Yu, squatting next to the fragments of the statue, staring at the direction in which the three people left, and the piercing voice was full of resentment: "Whoever abandons me will die......"

At the same time, in the wilderness of Manyan at night, there was a faint crisp sound of the flute.

Ah Xun was dressed in white, and the bamboo flute added a bit of dust in his palm, and quietly walked to the blood-red shadow: "I borrowed the yin and yang viviparity of the pregnant woman to wake you up from the Liao River, don't be impulsive, although I have raised you with my soul for these days, but if I miss my business, I will destroy you!" ”

Ah Xun said, he stopped looking at the ruins all over the ground, rubbing the old cracks on the bamboo flute with both hands, and his brows furrowed slightly.

At night, the warm and cold breeze blows through the yellow grass, rippling ripples, and the waves are generally undulating, blowing over the hills and fields.

Even disturbed Ah Xun's mood, just now, the back of the old and the young, there was a breath of déjà vu on her body......