In a quiet town somewhere in the Central Plains, a quiet and elegant villa stands on the edge of the town.

The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, the scenery is pleasant, and there is no noise and noise of the big city, which is indeed a good place for self-cultivation!

The style of the villa is a very common architectural style, blue bricks and red tiles, simple and novel. It sits at the foot of a hill with green hills in its backdrop and a thoroughfare not far in front of it.

When you get to the villa, the first thing that catches your eye is an iron fence gate and two guards dressed in civilian clothes. The guards kept walking and patrolling, their eyes fixed on the scene in the distance, and their ears listened to the movements around them! However, the surroundings were very calm, and there was no special movement; The quiet atmosphere gave the faces of the two guards a leisurely and relaxed look.

In a room on the second floor with a window facing west, a beautiful young man quietly crawled on a table by the windowsill and dozed off. Unlike other people's beauty, his beauty is familiar and gives people a very intimate feeling.

This beautiful man is Ling Yan!

The faint afterglow of the setting sun spilled into the room through the open window, reflecting the light of the setting sun shining on his body, which made him even more charming.

The former ruler of the down-and-out Dark World, he once again saved his life from Qi Yu's clutches

Ling Yan rested her elbows against the tabletop, her palms supporting her cheeks, and she wandered quietly in her sleep.

A gentle breeze blew, ruffling a few strands of his hair.

His body shuddered, and his beautiful thick eyelashes trembled nervously.

Perhaps, he hasn't gotten rid of Qi Yu's pursuit in his dream!

The breeze gently poured into the room through the open window, and a book on the table in front of Ling Yan was opened by the breeze.

This is a memo, a memo about the union of personal life with the situation. Of course, it can also be colloquially called a 'diary'.

There are many things densely recorded on it, and the handwriting is very beautiful, although it is densely written, it will not dazzle people at all. I saw that it was recorded: March 2nd, March 4th, March 5th, March 16th, April 25th, May 7th, etc.! The span of time is huge

Here's how!

March 2nd

It was a sunny day, and the dark clouds that had been in the sky for several days finally gradually dispersed at dawn today, and the long-lost sunlight finally fell on the beautiful land. It's a sunny day for all of us at this moment! However, for me, the bright sunshine does not warm my mood either; In my eyes, the sky today is still full of dark clouds, lightning and thunder!

Why do I have such heavy negative emotions? There's a reason for that.

For a few days, my father's condition continued to deteriorate, and it was even more serious today, and he even had some difficulty breathing! According to the doctor's judgment, he was sick due to decades of hard work, and he had run out of oil and had no skills to recover. My father's health affected my mood, and in order to be able to continue his life, I tried all kinds of means, first of all, I invited the best doctors in the world, and even those famous biologists were invited to do so, but no matter how hard I tried, it was in vain!

When I woke up this morning, my father was still not better, so I crawled on the edge of the bed and cried for a while, my father's condition made me heartbroken! Just when I was crying sadly, my father woke up, when did he wake up? I didn't even know! Maybe it was my crying that disturbed him! If that's the case, I'm damned!

My father lovingly caressed my cheek and told me to be strong; Over the years, he has told me more than once to be strong, and today, again. I couldn't stop crying, but I nodded yes! Whenever my father said that to me, I always asked myself: Can I really be strong? Am I really just a cowardly coward? I may not know the answer for a short time, but time will tell.

There's a reason my father made me strong! For I have always feared my brother, whose power is beyond my reach; The viciousness of his methods has broken my heart, and every time I see him for so many years, I can't help but feel fear in the depths of my soul!

For the rest of the day, I couldn't stop crying, and I hid in my room and cried all day for fear of being seen. I have already experienced the tragedy of the destruction of my family, and that experience has caused a great trauma to my young mind, and for many years, I have been waking up from terrible nightmares almost every night! Now, I'm going to go through it again

In the evening, my father came to his senses again, and this time, he seemed very energetic! He summoned the five deacons and eight military commanders to his bedside and announced a message announcing the successor of the next boss.

In fact, who can be my father's heir is not important to me, of course, I didn't think about it so much, my psychology is very simple, that is, to live with my loving father for a lifetime! Heaven didn't even give me this little wish.

The results announced by the father surprised everyone! It also scares me! I never thought that my father would appoint me as the new boss. I've always thought of my brother as the natural heir, because no one is better than him

With great shock, I left my father's hospital room in a daze; Father sent us all out, and he wanted to be alone and quiet!

Along the way, my brother looked at me with hatred, and I didn't understand why he hated me so much! Am I really that annoying?

I sat alone on the roof of the building, staring at the last rays of the sunset in the distance, how I wanted to hold on to the last warmth! However, the destiny of heaven is difficult to violate, how can it be controlled by the power of one person?

Just when I was saddened, I was approached by the commander of the Security and Defence Force of the Conventional Operations Section of the Southern Front, who brought me very sad news

Watching the sunset fade over the horizon, I was heartbroken, no matter how much I prayed in my heart that the night would not fall!

After all, the fiery red sun still disappeared on the distant horizon, and the last rays of the setting sun disappeared