Su Hui doesn't feel sorry for her husband, but she is much stronger than others, if she is unfair in everything, she cares about the facts, but it will harm the person she cherishes the most, it is better to die than to live, and if she dies, there will be nothing. Su Hui is not afraid of death, she is most afraid that her husband and son will die before herself, and now she is not living the same life as before?

Xiaoyaomen, Dole, none of them are good stubble, the latter is only more ruthless than Xiaoyaomen.

You can only walk on thin ice carefully.

Su Hui has never had a good impression of Dole, but she hates handfuls after handfuls, a handful weighing 108,000 catties, how much does it add up? It's just that no matter how hateful it is, as long as Yang Guang and Yang Tianlin are well, they won't let their temperament touch the thorn of Doer, just as if nothing happened, they can't help but endure it, they can only remember their gratitude, not their grudges.

Su Hui's heart is very small, so small that she can only accommodate her husband and children, what else does she have to do?

Su Hui is also very content, so content that when she sees her youngest son Yang Tianlin laughing, she will laugh more than him, so content that she sees her husband insisting on doing stupid things that can't be stupid anymore, as long as he feels right, that's right, even if he sometimes complains a little bit about this stupid man being stubborn to the point of madness, but in the end he is still reluctant, and he can't even complain.

Su Hui didn't know how much debt she owed to these two men in her previous life, and she needed to repay it like this, but she was willing to pay it back, and even willing to pay it back in the next life, until the two of them owed her debts for several lifetimes, and then let them repay their debts, and it would continue forever, forever and ever, how good it would be.

And even if Dole's mind jumped, it was impossible to think that Su Hui was thinking about such a sensual and sensational thing. So it is said that a woman's heart is a needle. Can't guess. It's also the hardest to guess, says Zhang.

At this moment, he interrupted Su Hui's reverie with a loud voice, and said straight to the point: "How Fang Yan's three children have lived in the past few years, no matter how big or small, I will explain it clearly one by one. ”

When Su Hui heard this, she suddenly came back to her senses and knew that these three children were very important to Dole. didn't dare to slack off, and immediately recalled, while telling Doer in detail about Fang Yan's sister and brother in the past three years.

This said, unconsciously it was noon, Su Hui asked herself if she didn't miss anything, of course, she was very clever to avoid her son Yang Tianlin's "stalking" of the other party's three sisters and brothers, and only said that it was just a child's heart to make trouble with her peers.

Dol was silent after hearing this, as if he was thinking about something, and although Su Hui deliberately concealed the matter of his youngest son Yang Tianlin, it was an indisputable fact that Yang Tianlin had the most contact with Fang Yan's sister and brother. So Su Hui was a little uneasy in her heart, afraid that her youngest son would be implicated.

After half ringing. Dorr had a smile on his face and said, "When I asked you to treat these three children well, I didn't expect you to be attentive, but just let them define their temperament, and now it's almost the same." As for your son Yang Tianlin, he is doing a good job, you are his mother, you should know what he lacks, you say, what good should I give him? ”

The more Su Hui deliberately concealed it, the more Dole felt that he was bored, but he was still a little uncertain, so he set up a rough but most useful trap to make Su Hui mess up.

Sure enough, Su Huizhong, who had a higher status than the sky in his heart, was in a hurry when he heard it, and hurriedly said: "Su Hui has no way to teach his son, and I hope that Lord Tianhong will forgive his sins." ”

As if he hadn't heard Su Hui's words, Doll said to himself: "It's better to be like this, the exercises that Yang Tianlin has learned are commonplace, so I will give him a cultivation technique, and if he succeeds in learning, he can compete with the Holy Body and Divine Body, how about it?" ”

Su Hui was stunned, and just wanted to refuse, but Wen Duoer said: "It's so decided, I will send the exercises in a few days." ”

Accepting Doer's exercises is equivalent to pulling his son Yang Tianlin in, which is something that Su Hui never wants to see, judging from the current situation, if you don't accept it, you have to accept it, but Su Hui doesn't understand that Dol will attack Yang Tianlin sooner or later, but I didn't expect this day to come so quickly and so suddenly.

Su Hui, whose face turned pale in an instant, felt bitter in her heart, and tried her best to control her voice without changing, and said in a low voice: "Thank you, Lord Tianhong." ”

Dole looked as usual, and said, "Don't play any tricks with me, plus this time, you lied to me twice." The first punishment was the rolling word that gave your husband, and as for the second time, since you feel so sorry for Yang Tianlin, let him be punished. ”

"Nope! Lord Tianhong, you punish me, you punish me, don't touch my son! Su Hui looked frightened, and immediately said loudly with a crying voice, she never thought that her husband was humiliated because of herself, let alone that she also harmed her most beloved son.

Dole is a wicked man, or a wicked man who is extremely smart, who would have thought that a seemingly insignificant rolling word would actually kill two birds with one stone?

Dole turned a deaf ear and wrote lightly: "Your son gave birth to a demon because of his murderous aura back then, and using purple ambergris to drive away the demon is the most thorough, but it is also the most violent, and it is difficult for ordinary people to bear that kind of pain, so let Yang Tianlin suffer this pain as a punishment." ”

This is the punishment?

Su Hui was stunned, Yang Tianlin's heart demon has always been a knot in her heart, it is a great good thing to be able to get rid of it, what kind of mind Dor, Su Hui really can't guess.

However, this is only temporary, and she will understand when she calms down.

"Say whatever you have in the future, lie to me again, I won't do anything to you, but your husband and son will inevitably suffer some hardships, you know?" Dole's voice suddenly became cold, piercing Su Hui's heart like an ice pick, and the latter was silent before he said with difficulty: "Yes, Lord Tianhong, Su Hui remember." ”

"Okay, you can go, call Fang Qing over for me, and let her come alone." Dole waved his hand and motioned for Su Hui to leave.

After Su Hui walked away, Dol squinted his eyes, his evil pupils flickered with blood, his face was unwavering, and he said in a daze: "Yang Tianlin, it's okay, just let him be the "glimmer of life". ”

A glimmer of life, Dole seemed to understand the meaning of these four words more and more, and he felt more and more profound and unfathomable, and in the dark, he often had a feeling that many things seemed to be related to these four words.

It is only a few dozen miles away from the courtyard where Yang Tianlin's family of three lives to Moxu Peak, the mountain road is rugged, and the difficulty of hiking is real. Not to mention that you have to pass through a dense and deep jungle on the way. Not to mention that it had just rained. The mountain road is muddy, and it is better to climb the steep slope to cut the branches and canes, and the experienced rangers have to spend a lot of effort and physical strength to reach the top of the mountain. As far as a monk is concerned, even a person who has just formed the Divine Domain and has not really stepped into the ranks of monks is not too difficult to walk, but Fang Qing is just a child who has just reached the age of ten, and his physical mortal body is not the slightest talent, and his foot strength is naturally not much better. A few miles seems to be a little more difficult than climbing to the sky.

Not surprisingly, it was not surprising that at dusk and sunset, Fang Qing, who was a little taller than three years ago, had not yet walked through the first hurdle, walking with difficulty in the dark and quiet jungle, a face could not see the true face, but vaguely saw that some facial features tended to be normal, popular face, and the yellow ash mud on his body was stained with yellow ash mud due to accidentally slipping and falling to the ground, becoming a small clay figure. The clothes changed into the tattered clothes worn by the ordinary beggars that can be seen in the streets and alleys, only a little dirtier. It's not that broken. Most of the skin in the tears of the clothes was scarred, and the tiny blood cuts were shocking. Especially the hands, blood and mud are intertwined, and there are a few hideous wounds, which can be seen on a closer look, and they are particularly infiltrating.

The small figure walked forward step by step in the jungle, the pace was frivolous and erratic, it seemed that there was no strength, the body swayed, almost wanted to fall, as if it was about to hold on to the end, but the eyes in the pair of black pupils were so firm that it pierced people's eyes, making people unable to force their eyes, only felt that it was a mountain that would never be lifted, Mount Tai could be moved, and this mountain did not move.

Outside the zhang, Fang Qing's vision was difficult to find, a white-clothed figure with his hands behind his back, staring at her in a daze as she struggled to walk, silent, her eyes were calm to the point of creeping, the lines of her handsome face were soft, like warm jade, but in a trance, it seemed to become angular, cold and abnormal, and she was not half moved.

Under the sunset, the bright moon rose, until he climbed into the night sky, and was in the red dust, Fang Qing, who was covered in mud, walked out of the jungle that was like Senluo Hell, not far in front of him was a strange peak with green during the day and locked at night, towering and steep, more than half of the seven miles from the mountain down to the top of the mountain, how could Fang Qing's body get to the top of the mountain?

What's more, the muddy mountain road is so steep that it is daunting, can you walk?

Only climbing!

His consciousness has long been blurred, and at this moment, Fang Qing, who can't even distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, has only one belief in his mind, that is, to go up the mountain, even if it is to climb, to climb to the top of the mountain, and to see the enemy who does not share the sky!

Fang Qing moved his steps, his gaze pointing straight at the top of the mountain, and the sharp edge in his eyes seemed to be able to tear through the sky.

There was a loud bang, and suddenly it was startled, shaking the four fields, the wind gradually rose, and in an instant, the night sky was already a different scene, lightning and thunder, dark clouds rolling, and this battle was going to rain heavily.

How can you go up this mountain?

Fang Qing turned a deaf ear, as if she hadn't thought about it at all, maybe she had thought about it for a moment, but this rain, no matter how heavy the rain was, could stop her from going up the mountain?

Even if she can block it, she can't stop her determination to go up the mountain.

Not long after, the rain poured down, the water and the sky were a line, so spectacular, but also ruthless.

The rain was cold and biting, hitting Fang Qing's face, washing away the dirt little by little, and an extremely strange scene happened. The face that had been washed by the rain and revealed its full face was like a wax figure that had been burned and began to dissolve.

Gradually, Fang Qing's true appearance was rediscovered under the baptism of rain.

Break out of the cocoon into a butterfly.

This face is impeccable in terms of facial features, phoenix eyes, cherry lips, peach blossom face, willow eyebrows, beautiful nose and jade skin, so beautiful that it is suffocating. If Fang Qing was inconspicuous before, then now, no matter where she goes, she stands out from the crowd and is particularly eye-catching.

On the mountain in the distance, the white-clothed man standing on the edge of a cliff silently watching Fang Qing was Dor, that is, Dol, like a fairy, and his body turned into nothingness before the rain fell, as if he was not touched by the dust of the world.

His eyes flickered, his eyebrows were half furrowed, and he whispered to himself, "What a clever disguise technique." ”

Dol had never found anything strange about Fang Qing, and he was really surprised to see the truth this time. Thinking that Yang Guang and the others didn't know about it, Xian Luoxing could know about it, and as for Fang Yan and Fang Lei, they must know.

So are the two also different faces?

Who is Fang Qing's disguise, Fang Yan? Or Fang Lei? Or is it someone else.

Dole just thought about it, but didn't dig into it, this matter would come to light sooner or later, and there was no hurry.

On the peak of Luoming.

Yang Tianlin, who stayed alone in his own house, bowed and lay on the windowsill, looking up at the eaves far away from the windowsill in a daze.

Yang Tianlin likes to rain, especially heavy rain, and likes to stand in the rain and be drenched, feeling happy, comfortable, refreshing, and happy, as if the three thousand troubles are gone.

At that time, Yang Tianlin was the happiest.

But today, Yang Tianlin really couldn't be happy, for the first time in his life, he hated the rain, and he hated it even more, why did the rain fall so hard, so he couldn't stop? It's really endless?

I don't know why, Yang Tianlin feels very irritable today, surprisingly irritable, in short, he is restless, and he doesn't know why, it's strangely tight.

Yang Tianlin thought about it for a long time and didn't come up with a reason, and finally threw the reason to Dole, he should have been frightened by him.

"I don't know what the iceberg is doing, it's always that cold look, when will she smile at me?" For no reason, Yang Tianlin suddenly remembered Fang Qing, who had a particularly good-looking pair of hands, and looked sideways at the house where the three sisters and brothers lived not far away, and he was distracted for a while.

After looking at it for a while, Yang Tianlin, who naturally didn't see a flower, retracted his gaze, rolled his eyes strangely, immediately stood up straight, walked to a big mahogany cabinet on the right-hand side, opened the top left drawer, held a large bronze mirror with a slap in the middle, and said to the bronze mirror seriously: "Come, iceberg, laugh." ”

Yang Tianlin grinned and said happily: "Good-looking, good-looking thief." ”

Yang Tianlin, who can always find music to entertain himself, was born an optimist, troubled? Let's go play in the mud.

"It's raining down."

Yang Tian smiled and shouted, his figure was as sensitive as an ape, and he rushed out of the window, standing in the rain, spreading his arms, enjoying the biggest rain in three years.

All of a sudden, the cheers on Luoming Peak continued, and the sound seemed to drown out the thunder that resounded in all directions.

Su Hui and Yang Guang, who had not spoken since they came back, were stunned when they heard this, and then the two of them looked up at each other at the same time and smiled knowingly.

All things, in this smile, are over.

In the room where the Fang family sisters and brothers lived, Fang Lei, whose bronze skin and body had changed from thin three years ago to lean, squatted in a corner of the wall, holding a bamboo knife tightly in his right hand, and constantly comparing drawings with his left index finger on the ground, writing one word back and forth - kill!

And Fang Yan just stood in front of the window in a daze, looking at the night rain, her eyes were empty, and her expression was dull, as if she would always be like this.

On the ground, Fang Lei's index finger stopped, he suddenly raised his head, got up as quickly as a cheetah, and rushed to the door with a knife, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Boom!

There was a soft sound, and it was Fang Yan who was tapping on the windowsill with her fingers, and Fang Lei's footsteps, which were more like a tiger and a lone wolf, stopped, but then took another step.

At this time, Fang Yan turned her head slightly, her eyes were as dark as ever, and she quietly looked at Fang Lei's right foot, which was already hanging in the air.

Fang Lei froze and didn't dare to move again.

After a few breaths, he withdrew his right foot, turned back to the wall of Fangcai, and squatted down again, this time no longer using his index finger, but carving a killing word on the ground with a sharpened bamboo knife.

This word still has a ghost crying and howling.

It's full of ferocity. (To be continued.) )