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Every day, the boy would repeat the two names, thinking of the woman with his own blood in his veins, and the man who forcibly drained his own blood, and only then could he keep going. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Supporting his tenacious will, in addition to his father, who raised him as an adult, is only the hatred that cannot be erased on his soul.

The faint light of the oil lamp, fluttering gently as a breeze blew.

After weaving the bamboo basket, Lan Xianlong stretched his waist and got up slowly, catching a glimpse of a thin figure out of the corner of his eye, and a smile appeared on his tired face: "Still not sleeping?" Since he lost his cultivation, he has been deprived of the position of a proud elder, and as a last resort, he has to make a living by weaving bamboo baskets, carrying baskets and other objects, barely making ends meet for his family.

Looking at the figure with an optimistic smile on his face, the corners of the young man's eyes were sour, and his eyes were slightly red.

"Father, I'm sorry. ”

If it weren't for himself, how could Lan Xianlong end up in such an embarrassing end?

In his heart, all the faults were attributed to himself, and the young man's heart became more and more guilty.

Slightly stunned, and then the smile on his face became even brighter, Lan Xianlong walked over slowly, patted the young man's shoulder gently, and sighed with a smile: "The days of fighting and killing, my father has long been tired of it, and ordinary life is not a kind of happiness." ”

Looking at the young man's still guilty eyes, Lan Xianlong sighed slightly and stroked the young man's forehead: "Okay, don't think about it, go to sleep." ”

After a while, the young man restrained his emotions and nodded slightly: "Good night, father." ”

"Good night. ”

Waving his hand, smiling and watching the young man slowly walk into the inner room, Lan Xianlong turned around and walked back to the courtyard, packed up the six bamboo baskets and a basket he had weaved, and the vague smile on his face quietly retreated, replaced by a sense of exhaustion. Having lost his cultivation, he is no different from ordinary people, and after such a long time of hard work, he is also extremely tired.

However, in front of the child, he naturally does not show it. For the sake of the children, no matter how hard and tired it is, it is worth it.

"It shouldn't be you who should be guilty, but for your father!" sighed in a low voice, Lan Xianlong's mouth was filled with bitterness, and he muttered to himself, "If Tong'er knew that his father failed to take care of you, he would be very disappointed, right?"

He didn't notice that there was a gap in the wooden door of the inner room, and a pair of bright eyes watched all this.

......

After a while, Lan Xianlong buckled the wooden door of the courtyard and turned around and walked back to the hall.

Carefully pushing open the small door of the wooden house where Lan Feng lived, through the gap in the small door, he saw that Lan Feng was lying flat on the bed, as if he had fallen asleep, Lan Xianlong relieved his heart and turned around and walked into his inner room.

As soon as he left, the young man lying on the bed with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes.

Gently lifting the quilt, the boy walked to the mirror, slowly removed his clothes, took off his mask, and stared at the inhuman monster in the mirror.

The monster in the mirror, the skin of the whole body is ulcerated, none of it is intact, the chest is covered with blood bubbles in many places, the disgusting liquid is faintly seen flowing in the blood bubbles, a disgusting fishy smell permeates the entire inner room, the only thing that is not hindered is the pair of dark dead eyes.

This monster is Lan Feng.

The fist clenched suddenly, Lan Feng gritted his teeth, and his lips twitched, revealing the white teeth like sharp blades. Every time at this time, there will be a flash of hatred in those dark eyes.

Cultivation is abolished, dantian is broken, appearance is ruined, day and night are tormented, no one can understand what kind of hatred this is!

Slightly looking up at the waning moon hanging high in the sky outside the window, silently calculating the time, Lan Feng closed his eyes tightly, and sighed in resignation: "The time for the attack of the poison is almost here again." ”

He stood still for a moment, and without warning, a roar of pain like a beast came out of the young man's mouth.

Clenched fists, sharp nails, embedded in palms, beads of sweat the size of beans, quickly emerged, sliding down his cheeks, the muscles of the young man's face twisted and twitched violently, the roots of the green tendons all over his body were exposed, his teeth were clenched, wisps of bright red blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, down his chin, dripping down, although the young man had tried his best to control his voice, suppressed it several times, but when this voice came out, it still made people's scalp tingle.

Lan Feng's eyes were wide open, and the sharp pain coming from all over his body made him feel unbearable.

"Ah~"

A muffled cry of pain came from his mouth in fits and starts.

With the body of a human being, fused with the blood of the demon, he should have died, if it weren't for the life-sustaining hemolytic grass that Lan Xianlong brought back in time, maybe Lan Feng would have died a long time ago.

in another room.

Listening to the suppressed roar coming from Lan Feng's house, Lan Xianlong's face was also faintly twitching, as if he was suffering the same pain. The tenacious heart that has endured hardships is as if it has been pierced hard by sharp blades. Every roar of pain from Lan Feng made Lan Xianlong's heart drip blood.

If he could, he would rather bear the pain in the child's place.

Unlike other children, Lan Feng has not cried or made trouble since he was born, he is smart and extremely well-behaved, and he doesn't need to bother to discipline him at all. When he came into contact with cultivation, he worked even harder, although his talent was relatively mediocre, his progress was so rapid that he overshadowed the limelight of all the geniuses in Fengcheng.

Although he has never praised Lan Feng on his lips, in his heart, Lan Xianlong has always been proud.

However, this child, whom he regarded as the meat of his heart, suffered such a cruel blow, and he, the father, could only watch from the sidelines and could not do anything.

"Kid, you have to keep going. Only when people live can they have hope. With tears in his eyes, Lan Xianlong muttered.

Having said that, he knew that such pain, let alone a teenager, even an adult like him, who had gone through hardships, might not be able to persevere. Lan Feng, on the other hand, has persevered for three years and has not collapsed, which shows how terrifying its resilience and forbearance are.

After an hour, the suppressed roar of pain coming from the blue maple house gradually stopped.

In the depths of the night, everything was calm again.

Lan Feng gasped for breath, and after a while, his dark eyes calmed down. As if nothing had happened, he took a rag from the wooden cabinet on the side, skillfully and gently wiped off the smelly liquid and bright red blood on the surface of his body, and then put on his clothes again, put on a mask, and slowly climbed into bed with a blank face, lying flat and closing his eyes.

The poison had to attack once a day, in other words, he had to fight against the poison every day and endure this inhuman torture.

After three years, he has long been used to it.

After a while, there was an even sound of breathing in the room.

Listening to the sound of even breathing from the Lan Feng house, Lan Xianlong in the room next to him also breathed a sigh of relief, and the tension on his face that had gone through the vicissitudes of time slowly faded.

He didn't know that Lan Feng, who had closed his eyes, was not asleep, on the contrary, a clear conversation sounded in his mind.

"You said that as long as I persist for three years, you will help me refine the poison in my body, and now, it is time for you to redeem your promise. ”

"Stinky boy, what's your tone. Don't forget, it's you begging me now, not me. If you provoke me, then you can find someone else to help you. An old figure appeared in Lan Feng's mind, blowing his beard and glaring.

The old man's words made Lan Feng's face stiffen suddenly: "Old fellow, you said you would help me, but you can't be untrustworthy!"

"What's the hurry? Three years of tribulation, can't you still wear off your impetuous temperament?" staring at the angry young man playfully, the old man laughed proudly, and he felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart to stimulate the young man who was good at forbearance into this appearance.

Seeing the hint of banter in the corner of the old man's eyes, Lan Feng suddenly restrained his emotions and rolled his eyes helplessly: "Then when are you going to make a move?"

That kind of painful torture, he didn't want to go through a day again.

Seeing that the young man suddenly restrained his emotions, a flash of appreciation flashed in the old man's eyes, such tenacity and forbearance will not be in the pool in the future.

"Don't worry, since I promised you, I will naturally do it. After a little silence, the old man smiled and said, "Tomorrow during the day, you will find a way to get a pound of concrete sand, and after that, I will refine the poison for you." ”

"Concrete sand?" his brows furrowed, and Lan Feng hesitated, "Are you sure this thing can help me refine the poison?"

Rolling his eyes, the old man pouted, "Believe it or not." ”

Staring at the old man helplessly, Lan Feng sighed, "Okay, I believe in you." ”

"However, I have been blacklisted by various stores, and I am afraid it will not be easy to buy concrete sand. Moreover, a pound of concrete sand costs eight hundred white coins, where do you let me get so much money?" Lan Feng's brows furrowed again, his face was embarrassed, he hadn't forgotten what happened when he went to buy medicinal potatoes and vegetables today, not to mention buying things, even if he entered the store, it would not be easy.

"I don't care about that, you can figure it out yourself. The old man spread out his hands and shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Anyway, I'm only responsible for helping you refine the poison, don't bother me about anything else." ”

Looking at the young man's rolling eyes, the old man's eyes widened: "You kid had better not get an inch." I'm a great cadre, I'm willing to help you for free, you kid just steal the fun, where are you so complaining. ”

Yes, this mysterious old man is the "cadre" spirit of one of China's top ten famous swords who followed Lan Feng from the foot of Mogan Mountain!

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