Anger is a kind of human emotion, a kind of emotion that comes out of the heart.

Maybe someone can be able to do the eight winds without moving when they are being bullied, and their heart is like stopping water, but that kind of person is obviously not me, when the Buddha is still angry, the clay figure also has three points, not to mention a little person like me who has only cultivated the Tao for a few years.

Obviously, I couldn't control the anger in my heart.

As my anger grew, the humiliation made me stand up suddenly.

I'm angry, and it's not an exaggeration to use that word to describe my anger at this time.

But the more angry I was, the happier the Black Moon Tiger became, and the moment I stood up, there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

Then with a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a dagger and wiped it against my neck.

As the cold light passed, I felt the coldness coming from the blade of the dagger, and at the same time, the golden knife in my palm also came out of my hand and went straight to the face of the Black Moon Tiger.

The Black Moon Tiger did not dodge, raised his empty left hand, and pinched the golden knife to ward off evil spirits, and the dagger in his right hand had already poked my Adam's apple.

Finished! I closed my eyes, and a wave of grief and unwillingness jumped out of my heart.

Is that how he died? Is that what death tastes like? It turns out that death doesn't hurt at all.

It turns out that death is not afraid at all, it turns out that death is nothing more than that.

That's not right! How can it not hurt? That dagger has already pierced my Adam's apple!

Could it be that the Black Moon Tiger was merciful and withdrew at the last critical moment? Or was he just scaring me?

But judging by his expression and his movements, he didn't look like a benevolent person at all, he obviously wanted to kill me, and then raise my soul into a ghost for him to follow.

The taste of being reborn and refining the soul should be painful, right? So why didn't I feel pain?

I slowly opened my eyes, and I was shocked to find a man standing in front of me, so close that I could see his mountain-solid back and his indomitable heroic momentum.

He was wearing a long black trench coat, the hem of which swayed gently, with a trace of uninhibited demeanor.

He pinched the dagger stabbed by the Black Moon Tiger with two fingers, and stood in front of the Black Moon Tiger like this, and I could see from his side that there was a sarcastic sneer on the corner of his mouth, his high nose with a kind of disdain, and his eyes were so deep.

The handsome face was full of indifferent expressions, and it seemed that he didn't care about a fierce god like the Black Moon Tiger.

It was the first time I could see his facial features.

That's right, it's him, the man I often see in my dreams, the mysterious man who suppressed the hellish ghost tomb with a silver talisman on the East Mountain, the ethereal figure who snatched the soul bead under Bai Wuchang's hands.

That's him, that's right!

As if sensing that I was observing him, the man glanced at me and spat out two words in disdain: "Stupid." ”

I'll go! I have a grudge against you, huh? In my dream, you hit me, but in reality, you see me and scold me once, how can I offend you?

Before I could open my mouth to refute, the man gently snapped his two fingers, and the Black Moon Tiger's dagger snapped on the spot.

Then the man's figure moved forward like a ghost, pushing the body of the Black Moon Tiger until it reached the base of the wall, and even the whole person smashed through the window, and the man forced it out of the window.

This, this is too violent, isn't it?

As the figures of the two people moved frequently, I found that I could no longer see the man's face.

There was a roar of scolding outside the courtyard, and then I saw the Black Moon Tiger rushing back from outside the door, dressed as a wolf.

"Ou Chuqun, you bastard, dare to spoil my good deeds?"

Black Moon Tiger rushed to the man, pointed at him and scolded.

Ou Chuqun! When I heard the name, my heart shook, and an indescribable sense of grief rose in my heart.

His surname is Ou, who is he? Why is he in my dreams? He once said that I am from their Ou family, is he?

I felt my nose sour, but I still couldn't believe my judgment.

But the reality is always cruel, Ou Chuqun shook his hand, threw the golden knife that he had just snatched from the Black Moon Tiger in front of me, and then said to the Black Moon Tiger: "Are you caught in the door?" Your mother wants to use my son's soul to refine ghosts, and you say that I sabotaged your good deeds, have you stayed in that broken village for a long time and become brainless?

You forgot that Lao Tzu's surname is Ou, Ou Ning's surname is also Ou, Ou Qiankun is still his surname Ou, you scold my father Lao Wang Ba, you want to kill my son, you bully my old Ou family, I don't beat you out of shit today, Lao Tzu won't be called Ou Chuqun. ”

Although the image of the man after he spoke shocked me, although he was as domineering as he was always domineering and slammed the Black Moon Tiger into the wall, although the whole scene was a mess.

But none of this was enough to capture my attention, enough to suppress the throbbing in my heart.

What did he just say?

He said I was his son!

He said that I, Ou Ning, were his son of Ou Chuqun!

This......

My mind was a mess of mush, and the unfamiliar word father was pricking my nerves like two steel needles in my mind.

I felt like my eyes were a little blurry.

I shook my head slowly, no way, this can't be, my mom said he was dead.

My grandfather also said he was dead!

But he appeared in front of me just like that, not once, but several times.

He appeared in my dreams like this, and it was repeated countless times since I was a child.

He mocked me again and again in front of me, mocking me.

He's not my father, he's certainly not, how can a father treat his son like this?

He has never hugged me, never said a word to me normally, how can there be such a father in the world?

Eighteen years, I have lived eighteen years, and I have never seen his face except today, let alone him go to see my mother, to see my grandfather.

This is not scientific, no, this guy must be lying, and I don't know where such a person surnamed Ou came from, pretending to be Lao Tzu's father, your uncle, you are taking advantage of me!

I was annoyed and was about to scold something, but I found that the room was already full of thick black ghostly energy, the man named Ou Chuqun stood by the fire and looked at the Black Moon Tiger coldly, the Black Moon Tiger stood opposite him, his face was already blue and swollen, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were bleeding, one eye was swollen, a bubble the size of a fist was bulging, and the other eye was dark and blue, obviously he had received a very heavy punch.

I'll go! This guy is too tough, isn't he? How big is this, and he beat the tiger of the Black Moon Tiger into a panda?

However, Black Moon Tiger didn't seem to care about his wounds at all, he just stared at Ou Chuqun fiercely, his hands clasped together, and his already swollen lips were slowly chanting a rough incantation.

With the incantation of his spell, the temperature in the entire room began to drop! R1148