After all, Dong Shi didn't have the opportunity to talk to Murong Zhengqing in private.

The winter night is exceptionally dark, and the scenery outside the window is not visible at all, as if a black cloth has been covered on the window.

Dong Shi pillowed his head and lay on the big bed in the guest room into a big character.

In the daytime, Ah Zheng's excessive concern for Yu Xiaobai made him very unhappy, but he was just a pure yin body with yin and yang eyes, and a person with a character like Yu Xiaobai ended up falling into the hands of a powerful ghost or a yin and yang warlock to become a perfect puppet.

Yin things have not been very pleasing since ancient times, let alone pure yin bodies that are the easiest to attract people with bad intentions to peep.

Ah Zheng is different, he is a pure yin body, and if he makes good use of it, it will definitely be unlimited in the future. It's just a pity that Ah Zheng is unwilling to learn the method of yin and yang from himself.

Thinking of what he saw and heard today, Dong Shi casually took out a few turtle shells.

He wrapped the tortoise shell in his hand and shook it, and when the time was right, he threw it into the air—the tortoise shell landed on the quilt—and it was all broken in half!

Dong Shi's face instantly faded from blood and became pale as paper.

This hexagram turned out to be a mortal calamity! How can it be a mortal catastrophe? But he never missed it!

So-Ah Zheng......

Don't blame me......

Can't let ...... The body of pure yang fell into the hands of the villains......

The door of the guest room was locked, and even the bedside table in the room was moved to the door.

Zuo Dao sat on the edge of the bed, holding a bronze mirror painted with gossip in his hand, and he stared feverishly at the scene in the mirror.

The picture in the mirror is Murong Zhengqing's room. Even if it's pitch black in the mirror.

Zuo Dao never dreamed that just coming out to travel would let him meet the legendary Qingluan Jade!

This Qingluan jade disappeared in the three rooms for tens of thousands of years, and he only listened to the seniors in the door. Thinking of the news he had passed on to his master, an almost stupid smile appeared on his face - this time, he was determined to have made a great contribution, maybe the master of the sect would accept him as a personal disciple!

He smiled, and in his eyes was the picture of himself being worshiped by thousands of people in the future......

The door was kicked out, the night vision light was lit at the head of the bed, and I could see the aisle through the door that could not be closed, and I was very uneasy, so I had to take out the "Ghost Fairy Jue" to memorize it......

The room was pitch black, and Murong Zhengqing was sitting on the bed, without turning on the light, holding the delicate scalpel in his hand.

The blade slashed through the palm of his hand, and blood dripped down the palm print onto the sheets, but he didn't care, as if he didn't know the pain......

He has been the young master of the Murong family since he can remember, his parents are not intimate with him, and he can always see inexplicable things.

At that time, no one believed him no matter what he said, no one cared about him no matter what he did, and he was an outlier in the eyes of everyone.

His parents never turned a blind eye, and although the servants at home did not treat him harshly, they did not take him seriously.

In everyone's eyes, he is an ominous person, a person who should not exist.

He always habitually cowered in the corner and silently watched others, and even then others avoided them like maggots.

Slowly, he can also understand the strange eyes of others. Then, he began to learn to avoid everyone, to hide alone, so that he could not be seen, and he could not see others......

Murong Zhengqing met Murong Qing when he was seven years old.

Murong Qing came back from studying abroad and opened a private hospital to run it alone.

It happened to be his thirtieth birthday. Murong Pei felt sorry for this younger brother, so he planned to give Murong Qing's thirtieth birthday banquet to Zhang Luo in his family.

Murong Qing rarely appeared in public, even in the past, Murong Zhengqing always hid alone, and never saw this uncle at all.

Murong Qing's birthday was very lively, and Murong Pei sent the management rights of a hospital to Murong Qing on that day, which is now Qikai Hospital.

Murong Qing drank too much that night and kept throwing up in the toilet.

And Murong Zhengqing always slept late and got up early, trying to avoid everyone in the Murong family, including those servants who like to point fingers behind their backs and gossip in private.

Murong Zhengqing groped his way back to the villa from the backyard as before, when he had not yet shared a room with his parents, but he did not share a room with his parents.

In the living room downstairs, Murong Zhengqing saw his so-called uncle for the first time.

Murong Qing came out of the kitchen, holding a sobering tea in his hand, just in front of the eyes of this little ball that suddenly appeared.

He thought about it slightly, and found out from his memory that Xiao Tuanzi's identity was the third son of his second brother, who rarely showed up, Murong Zhengqing.

The child is now seven years old, but he looks like he is only four or five years old, a small lump, although thin but white and tender, very cute, especially the eyes, dark and swarthy like the boundless night sky.

Murong Qing took a sip of tea and slowly walked towards Murong Zhengqing, Xiao Tuanzi tensed his body and stared at him vigilantly, like a little beast with vertical hair.

He walked up to Xiao Tuanzi and squatted down, looked at eye level with Xiao Tuanzi, and said softly: "Where did Xiao Qing go to play, why did he come back so late?"

Xiao Tuanzi staggered back in fright in the face of the stranger who suddenly approached, and stared at this adult who was suspected of "plotting misdeeds" with his mouth tightly pursed.

Murong Qing was amused by Xiao Tuanzi's reaction, and hurriedly took the little guy into his arms while he was shaking, rubbing Xiao Tuanzi's dry and yellowed hair: "What are you afraid of, I'm your uncle, do you know me?"

The little thing was still glaring, writhing restlessly in his arms, trying to escape from the man's arms. The first time he was held in his arms, little Murong Zhengqing was scared and happy in his heart, but he was too timid and greedy, and the corners of his eyes were red with fright.

Murong Qing looked at the child who was about to cry or not, relaxed his strength, and half-coaxed and half-deceived: "Xiaoqing, don't be afraid, my uncle brought you a gift, do you want it?"

Taking advantage of Murong Qing's relaxation of vigilance, the child kicked his feet and pushed with both hands, broke free from his embrace, turned around and rushed upstairs like a cat seeing a mouse without looking back.

Murong Qing looked at the sobering tea that was photographed on the ground by the child because he didn't hold it steady, and smiled helplessly. In fact, he is quite popular in front of the children who came to see the doctor, why is it more terrible than a tiger in the eyes of his nephew?

Little Murong Zheng ran back to the room with a sullen head, leaning against the locked door and panting, his cheeks flushed.

He reached out and covered the place where the man had touched it just now—it felt so warm, so liked, but still a little scared......

Since then, Murong Qing has paid great attention to this unknown nephew, and as long as he returns to his home, he always runs to Murong Zhengqing as soon as possible.

At first, children are always cautious, afraid of men but can't help but approach, every time they see a man pleasing themselves, they are secretly happy.

It's a pity that he doesn't know how to get along with others, and every time he sees a man regretfully leaving, he secretly regrets it afterwards. It's just that next time it's still a cold look.

Later, I found that men are always not angry, and they dare to try to let go of themselves every time they come to see themselves.

The nephew, who was originally timid and shy in Murong Qing's eyes, and even autistic, was slowly subverted and became willful, arrogant, and stubborn like a donkey.

Since Murong Qing has an industry in Denghai City, he has more time to return home.

Murong Pei is always traveling abroad, and his other brothers are also in other cities. Murong Qing, as an uncle, naturally has to look at his nephew from time to time and take care of it.

That's six years. In the past six years, Murong Zhengqing's memories of growing up have no traces of his parents, they are all traces of this uncle.

In the life of a young man, in this ruthless world, in the indifferent house, his uncle is the only warmth, warming his extremely lonely heart......