When he saw Ying Yanshu, his face changed. Ying Wenxuan lay on his shoulder, felt the muscles of the burning tiredness tense, and when he turned around, he saw Ying Yanshu standing at the door, and his heart tightened at the moment.

Burning disgust gently put Ying Wenxuan down and stood up, like a mountain slowly rising.

"Don't!" Ying Wenxuan seemed to have seen what was about to happen, and immediately turned sideways to stop the burning disgust, and hugged his thick little arms tightly in his arms.

A pair of large hands pressed gently against her little head, rough, but full of warmth. Ying Wenxuan raised her head and saw a tired and helpless smile: "Don't worry, I won't do anything." ”

Ying Wenxuan was stunned, Uncle Zhao in front of her was so familiar and so unfamiliar. In a trance, she realized that in addition to Ying Zhao's identity, she may also be carrying another heavy past. Himself, not all he has. At this time, the figure of Ying Yanshu returning from several bloody times resurfaced in her mind. You are not the whole of anyone.

Unconsciously, Ying Wenxuan let go of her hand. A trace of pity flashed in his eyes like burning King Kong, passing past Ying Wenxuan and walking towards Ying Yanshu.

Burning tired walked unhurriedly, and the burly figure approached step by step, lining Ying Yanshu more and more short. Ying Yanshu's clothes were tattered, covered in bruises, and he looked pitiful and dejected, and his two bloodshot eyes were staring at him with disgust, almost crushing his teeth.

I don't know where the strength came from, Ying Yanshu kicked suddenly, smashed the threshold, and rose up. Twisting his waist in the air, a broken sword was shaken off from the black box behind him, Ying Yanshu immediately reached out to catch it, and swept it in front of him. The cold light of the blade stabbed straight into the eyes of the burners. A series of movements were completed in the blink of an eye, like a wounded pit viper, vigorous, sharp, and a little crazy.

Burning Disgust calmly retreated half a step, let go of the edge, and then retreated a few steps in a row, dodging Ying Yanshu's undisciplined pursuit and slashing. And when Ying Yanshu stabbed his sword in his chest again, Burning Disgust didn't dodge again. The broken sword was poking at his chest, making a muffled sound, like a chopstick poking at the drum of the buffalo skin, and the blade of the sword was bent a little.

Ying Yanshu raised his head suddenly, his hair was scattered, his eyes were red, and blood was oozing between his teeth, like a little ghost crawling out of purgatory. Burning disgust frowned slightly. Ying Yanshu suddenly roared, raised his broken sword, and prepared to cut again. Burning Disgust reached out with two fingers like lightning, grabbed the broken sword, and cleanly pulled it out of Ying Yanshu's hand. Ying Yanshu planted forward by inertia, and with a foot on his chest, he kicked it away.

Ying Yanshu slammed into the house, slowly slid against the wall, and fell to the ground, no longer having the strength to get up. The force of this kick was not heavy, and the step on his chest was not too strong, and it did not hurt his muscles and internal organs. If you are willing, it is not impossible to directly ask for Ying Yanshu's life. But with Ying Yanshu's current physical condition, this kick is enough to calm him down for a long time.

"Yuliu Sword, you actually made it look like this. Burning tired recognized the jade willow sword, looked at it twice, and threw it. The broken sword plunged straight into the wall above Ying Yanshu's shoulder, cutting off a few of his hairs.

Ying Yanshu tilted his head sluggishly and made a subconscious dodge action, but other than that, there was no reaction. He lowered his head, his hair scattered in front of him, covering most of his face, and his lips moved.

"It's cheap. Ying Yanshu murmured in a voice that only he could hear, "It's really a cheap." How good it is to be dead, a hundred. ”

Yan Yan walked up to Ying Yanshu and looked at him condescendingly, with a cold tone: "Look at yourself again, what do you look like." ”

Ying Yanshu did not react.

"Speak!" cried out Burner. Ying Wenxuan trotted behind him and silently held the wrist of the burning boredom. Burning disgust glanced down, then turned his head again, and continued to stare at Ying Yanshu.

After a while, Ying Yanshu moved his head stiffly, and with a "smack", he spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and two broken teeth.

"Hehe, then why don't you go and see what the Ying family looks like now. Huh, brute?"

Hearing this, Ying Wenxuan's heart tightened, and the hand that grabbed the burning boredom tightened a little tighter.

"I know you hate me. "Burning disgust did not get angry because of Ying Yanshu's words, "Because anger is the best way to escape from reality." ”

Hearing this, Ying Yanshu raised his head, tilted his neck, his withered grass-like hair drooped down, revealing only a blood-red eye, and glared at him: "What kind of fart are you farting?"

"Am I wrong? An angry person who never needs to think, who is never tormented by himself. ”

"Shouldn't I be angry? Shouldn't I hate you? You killed my father!

"That's not me!" Burn yelled loudly, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, forcibly calmed down, and gritted his teeth, "I have endured this sentence for eleven years. You two, I've been looking for eleven years. Eleven years! It's harder than two thousand years of fucking! I have to find two of them, two of them, two people who don't know what their names are, and who don't even know whether they are alive or dead! It wasn't until just now that I was really sure that Wenwen was safe and sound. She had been a mystery to me before! You know!"

"Back then, when I realized something was wrong, it was too late. I burst out of the underground chamber and saw only fire, dead bodies, and heavily armed mercenaries. At that time, I had only one thought in my head, to kill. I slaughtered all the mercenaries, and only two survived. One is Yan Hong, the leader of the Jiyan Mercenary Regiment, and there is also an unknown person. The so-called truth is just the words of those two mercenaries. The world assumed that I had done it, and I couldn't explain it to them. But I can't accept it, why should you read Yanshu, and would rather believe those rumors than believe me!"

The words of burning disgust were like a hammer, smashing on Ying Yan's head. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer, and his head gradually sank. The anger of the burning was not gone, the demon's eyes were wide open, and his chest rose and fell violently. Ying Wenxuan stood aside, not daring to speak, and didn't know what to say.

In this way, the small courtyard fell silent.

After a while, he sighed helplessly and said, "Let me ask you, back then, did you take Wenwen away?"

Ying Yanshu shook his head slowly and said, "It's my friend." ”

A glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately took half a step forward and asked, "He was also at Ying's house that night?"

He said he came with Yan Hong. ”

Ying Yanshu replied weakly. The eyes of the burning disgust were momentarily disappointed, and then turned into helplessness, and his shoulders slid down weakly, like a bow that had been drawn and retracted unwillingly.

"Can you believe his words?"

Ying Yanshu was just about to speak, but the words were choked in his throat, and he hesitated again and again, and said, "Credible." ”

"Are you sure?"

Ying Yanshu lowered his head and was silent, without answering. Seeing this, the helplessness in his eyes was even worse.

At this time, Ying Yanshu suddenly spoke: "I'm sorry." ”

Hearing this, Yan Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the person who spoke was Ying Yanshu, and he was taken aback, and looked at Ying Yanshu in astonishment: "What did you say?"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Zhao. Ying Yanshu repeated, pulled out the jade willow sword inserted in the wall, and struggled to stand up.

"When I was a child, my brother took me on a journey around the world, looking for monuments. Ying Yanshu said in a hoarse voice. Ying Wenxuan suddenly realized that the brother in his mouth was his father.

"Not long after my sister-in-law became pregnant, my brother and I set off for Que Nanling, on the border between Xiling and Liuze. We found a tomb. My brother took me and five or six brothers to investigate, but I didn't expect an accident. The cemetery collapsed, some of the brothers were stoned to death on the spot, and the rest were trapped in different places. ”

"I know that this accident took your brother's life. Burning sighed, unwilling to listen any further, and interrupted Ying Yanshu.

"Nope. Ying Yanshu suddenly roared, his voice was extremely depressed, as if it was bloody, "No." It's not ······"

Burn looked at him in surprise. Ying Yanshu continued: "At that time, our brothers happened to be trapped in the deepest part of the tomb. I didn't tell anyone what happened after that······"

"At first, we wanted to wait for rescue, but a whole day passed, and the rescue did not arrive, and the cemetery showed signs of a second collapse. As a last resort, we had to go deeper. In the end, it was discovered that it was just an abandoned tomb that had been built until it was usually abandoned, and at the end of it was a labyrinth of karst caves. Following the sound of the water, we found a dark river, and then we found a sinkhole along the dark river. ”

"I can't describe the feeling. There has never been a time in my life when I have been so hungry for sunshine as I was then. But when we ran over, we suddenly found a man sitting on the edge of the rock wall under the sinkhole. He was unclothed, as if wounded, and looked a little weaker than the two of us. We went up to see him, and my brother helped him up. At this point, he looked up and smiled weirdly at us. I'll never forget that smile, it appears every time I have a nightmare, and every wrinkle on my face is so clear. ”

His head suddenly became deflated, but his eyes became larger and shifted to the sides. His lips poked forward, sharpened, hardened. The upper lip and nose blend together. The teeth are also gone. A person, in an instant, turned into a monster with an eagle's beak. As he said this, Ying Yanshu lowered his head and covered his face distorted by fear under his messy hair, "It opened its eagle beak and bit down on his brother's neck. The brother dodged, and the monster didn't bite the neck, but it hit the shoulder. Blood splattered on my face. Frightened, I slid down the rock wall and rolled to the bank of the river. When I got up, I saw the monster crushing my brother underneath me. It was covered in feathers, and its screams were like the laughter of a madman, oozing hairs down the spine. The original hair turned into a crown, the arms became wings, and the feet became claws, and it was simply a demon eagle that was larger than ordinary people. The elder brother was still struggling, and he grabbed the monster's beak with one hand, and the other hand seemed to be grasping something on the monster's chest. ”

"My brother is calling for help, calling my name. I heard it, every word came to my brain so clearly that I haven't forgotten it. However, I was so young at the time that I had never seen such a horrible scene. I just knelt on the rocky beach, not daring to move, watching my brother's resistance weaken little by little. The monster freed up one of its claws and wrenched my brother's neck, his face right at me. ”

The elder brother grabbed the monster's arm on the chest and fell, his hands covered in blood. The monster retracted its huge wings, and this is what I just discovered, and it had three extremely hideous wounds on its chest, which were bleeding from my brother's resistance just now. It was originally seriously injured, and it was at the end of the crossbow, so my brother could last so long. It dawned on me that if I had gone up to help, my brother might not have died. The monster looked at me, and it seemed that he had no strength to deal with me anymore. It grabbed its brother's corpse, staggered out of the sinkhole, and disappeared. ”

"I don't remember how long I knelt in place. Later, I followed the mark I had left behind and returned the same way, hearing an echo and conversing with the rescuer. At that time, I felt like I had lost my soul, I wanted to speak, but I couldn't make a sound, and it took a whole year to return to normal. The others didn't think much of it, just thought that they had been trapped for too long and were too frightened. They searched for a long time but did not find their brother, and reluctantly announced the news of his death. My sister-in-law was overly sad, had fetal gas, and had a dystocia and hemorrhage when she gave birth to Wenwen. After Wenwen was born, her sister-in-law lasted for a few days and died of infection. ”

"I've tried to tell the truth a few times, but I can't get it. That monster, that half-demon, became the nightmare of my life. So, when I grew up and found out that Uncle Zhao, who had hugged me since I was a child, was also a half-demon, do you know how scared I was? I'm sorry, Uncle Zhao. I know I don't have any reason not to believe you. But I hate. Hatred has been suppressed in my chest for so many years, like a fire that will burn me at any moment. It needs an exit, and that exit, can only be you. I'm sorry, Uncle Zhao. You're right. For all these years, what I really hated was myself. My hatred for you is just my way out of reality. ”

As he spoke, Ying Yanshu suddenly knelt in front of him.

"Uncle Zhao, please forgive me one last time and take care of Wenwen for me. ”

Before he could react, Wenwen on the side immediately rushed forward, and shouted at Yanshu with red eyes: "Where are you going?"

"If I could come back······" Ying Yanshu did not answer, and continued to talk to himself.

"You deceive people every time. Ying Wenxuan burst into tears and shouted loudly, interrupting Ying Yanshu.

With a "bang", Ying Yanshu's head slammed into the stone road in the small courtyard. Ying Wenxuan was stunned for a moment, looked at Ying Yanshu who was crawling on the ground and embarrassed, tears fell like beads, and ran into the house crying. When Wenwen passed by him, Ying Yanshu's shoulders trembled, but he didn't get up.

Burning tired of complexity, squatted down, and reached out to put his hand on Ying Yanshu's shoulder.

"Yanshu, what kind of trouble are you getting into? Also, what is the relationship between Salan and you?"

Ying Yanshu straightened his upper body, and the new blood mark on his forehead added a little sourness. He looked at Burn with a little doubt, and said, "I may have inadvertently lost something beloved by Shan Huai. What are you talking about? I don't know, I've never heard of that name. ”

"Shan Huai. Burning frowned, "I thought you were just being targeted by the charm, but I didn't expect it······ Even the eyes don't dare to go against him easily. What are you going to do? Do you have to go?"

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Ying Yanshu's face, and he immediately said to Yan Yan seriously: "Uncle Zhao, I don't want to be looked down upon. ”

Hearing this, Burning Lores was stunned for a moment, then frowned a little tighter, and said, "Are you serious? Don't forget, you are Wenwen's only relative." Such a willful act is too selfish for Wenwen. ”

"I have never been a qualified elder. This is what I owe Wenwen, I admit. Ying Yanshu shook his head helplessly, "Uncle Zhao, with your strength, you can't experience that feeling." The feeling of being trampled on the soles of your feet, trampled on wantonly, but without any ability to fight back. I don't want to taste it a second time. I understand that in the eyes of the truly strong, I am nothing. But just like a lone tree facing a storm, even if it is cut off at the waist, it will leave a few stubbles in the direction of the sky. This kind of thinking seems naïve to others, but that's my choice. I don't want to run away anymore, I don't want to regret it when I have nothing, I want to be really responsible for myself for once. ”

"It seems that you are determined to be willful for once. Burning grinned.

"Some people are sensible, but that's not me. Ying Yanshu also laughed.

"I said why did you suddenly reconcile with me, it turned out that you wanted me to take care of Wenwen, and you had to use me as a lifesaver. Where are you going? Maybe, I can help you out. ”

"No, it has to be me, or it's pointless. Wenwen still needs someone to take care of him, Uncle Zhao, it's better not to have a bad relationship with Shan Huai. ”

With that, Ying Yanshu stood up, bowed to the burning boredom, dragged the half-crippled body, lifted the broken sword, and left the small courtyard.

Burning tired looked at the direction of Ying Yanshu's departure, and sighed in his heart: "I'm sorry, Yanshu." I also want to take good care of Wenwen and don't care about anything else. However, there are more important things waiting for me to be in charge. ”

At the same time, Ying Wenxuan walked out of the house with a small cloth bag and a wooden sword on her back. Burning tired looked back, only to see Wen Wen with red eyes, stubbornly staring at him, and asked with a crying voice, "Where did he go?"

"You're still more like your uncle. He smiled bitterly, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said with emotion in front of the courtyard gate, "Yanshu, you have your choice, and others naturally have other people's choices." ”