Huangling City, the mansion of the Xiao family.

"Do you know what you're doing?!"

The person who spoke was Xiao Feng, the head of the Xiao family, who was trembling with anger, pointing at the white-clothed young man with the sword box in front of him, and covering his face for a while.

"I don't care what your relationship is with that woman, in short, this matter is not negotiable, tomorrow you and I will go over and apologize to the head of the Wang family!"

Xiao Jian looked at the middle-aged man in front of him expressionlessly, looking at this father who was once so great in his mind, a slight disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"I've already said that it wasn't her who killed Wang Yu at all!"

When Xiao Feng heard this, he was immediately furious, and he couldn't wait to slap it over and wake up this obsessive son: "Don't you still understand after staying in the family for so many years?"

"The reason doesn't matter at all, what matters is the strength! Now that his Wang family is dominant, overwhelming other forces, what does he Wang Heming want to do, can you manage it?"

"Don't say it's an insignificant little girl, if you are a young lady from another family, as long as his Wang family believes that you are a murderer, you can't escape!"

"Do you know how much loss you have suffered when you are angry? Now that the elders have an opinion on you, maybe in the end they will harm your Lao Tzu's position, you are not unclear about these things!"

Xiao Jian looked at him expressionlessly, and he suddenly found that his father had become more and more strange since he didn't know when, and he was still in his prime, but he was no longer the hero in his mind.

He kept looking at Xiao Feng and was silent.

"Child, you should understand that living in such a family, you have no choice, you are still young now, and you will understand when you inherit the family business in the future. ”

Xiao Feng sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Come with me tomorrow, apologize to the head of the Wang family, it's not up to you to decide on the marriage, you have to think about the environment that our Xiao family is facing now." ”

His tone, though flat, was undeniable. Even after he finished speaking, he didn't look at Xiao Jian's reaction, and turned around and walked out.

Looking at his back, Xiao Jiantou felt so disgusted for the first time.

"I won't agree to the marriage!" Xiao Jian looked at his father who turned around and looked stunned, and said word by word, "She is not an insignificant woman, and besides, I will rescue her!"

"You!"

Xiao Feng's face was flushed with anger, and he pointed at him but couldn't speak.

Xiao Jian walked out of the hall without looking back, still a young man in white, still carrying a sword box, and the shadow he left in the compound was stretched out in the sunset.

There was the sound of things smashing and scolding from behind. But he only slowed down a little, and still strode forward.

Looking up at the sky, the sunset stained half of the sky red, and in the glow, the sky was still so deep and vast, without a trace of dust.

His face was calm, but pale without a trace of blood.

In front is where the heart belongs, and behind is family affection.

He chose the former.

The royal mansion, the dungeon.

Here, the place where the Wang family held enemies and traitors, buried in the ground, in the dark, and filled with a rancid smell.

Usually few people come here, but on this day, Madame Wang personally brought a few attendants to the depths of this dungeon.

It didn't take long for there to be a terrible scream, looming, but very vague, as if it came from deep underground.

When Madame Wang left the dungeon, no one knew what she was doing inside, and no one knew what was happening, but judging from the expression on her face when she came out, she must have been very happy.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

When Xiao Jian appeared here, Bai Xiaoling was lying in a pool of blood, and there were many wounds on her body, which looked shocking and miserable.

Xiao Jian frowned, he walked step by step, looking at the beautiful and pale face in the pool of blood, she didn't seem to have much pain.

"It's you......"

She opened her mouth and struggled to squeeze the words out of her throat, and it was evident that she had no strength left, that she was weak, weak enough to want to sleep.

But she still kept holding on, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

When she saw that it was herself, a smile appeared on her face, and it was a wry smile.

This may be the first time Bai Xiaoling has smiled at himself, Xiao Jian thought so in his heart, although the smile looked so bitter and distressing.

She seemed tired and closed her eyes.

Xiao Jian picked up her who was asleep, walked out step by step without saying a word, and the blood still kept flowing down his hands.

Where he walked, he left a bright red trail, which looked so poignant.

Since then, the Huangqi Mountain Range, in that open space, the wordless tombstone has been engraved for the first time, and it reads, Bai Xiaoling's tomb.

On that day, the young man in white, carrying a sword box on his back, walked down the mountain along the sunset.

The tombstone stood alone, slowly overgrown with weeds.

And far away in a pitch black world.

It was like nothing, as if there was nothing, nothing could be stored, not even light could exist in this place.

Yes, it's just endless darkness, an abyss with no direction, no time, and you don't know how long it has been.

A moment seems like a century has passed, and a century seems like a blink of an eye.

This is chaos.

In the endless darkness, there was a pool of liquid, filled with the liquid of thunder and lightning, like small snakes wandering.

They glow in long arcs, and that's because the light is sucked away by the darkness around them.

Thunder pool liquid!

If there are monks here, they will remember an ancient legend that in the chaos of heaven and earth, there is a mysterious pool, where the thunder tribulation was born.

Above the thunder pool, there is a fairy aura, from which there is a figure sitting on the side, can not see its face, from the above slowly there is a light cocoon condensation.

In fact, there should be no light here, but under the illumination of the thunder pool liquid below, there is also light, and because of the darkness around it, it is more and more dazzling.

There was a silence, and I don't know how long the person had been sitting cross-legged, how long he had existed, the vicissitudes of life and the ancient atmosphere, as if he had existed since the beginning of heaven and earth, and the first cocoon of the new life seemed to have just sat down.

It was so calm that there was no wave, and there was no breath of life, like a stone statue. But it is as if there is a powerful heart beating, and every heartbeat affects the changes in the surrounding environment.

I don't know how long it took, but the light cocoon grew thicker and thicker, and finally cracks seemed to appear, as if something was about to break out of the cocoon.

In front of the thunder pool, there was an abyss, like an exploding spatial crack, which was also pitch black, and I didn't know where it went.

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