Xiao Ding's mother said: "You are the young master of the Xiao family, the disciple of the head of the Xuanzhen Sect, you were born to be superior, you have always been the only one who looks down on others, and no one is qualified to look down on you." This Gu Jingyu doesn't know how to lift up, and we won't care about him in the future. ”

Xiao Ding felt that what his mother said was quite right, and he also had a very high opinion of himself, he was a dignified traverser, and he still had a personal space on his body after crossing, which was a proper protagonist configuration.

Gu Jingyu is cannon fodder at first glance, and he will definitely be trampled under his feet in the end.

Although he thought so in his heart, Xiao Ding would not say his true thoughts.

"Mother, do you really have no younger siblings? That Gu Jingyu really looks too similar to you. Xiao Ding asked without giving up.

With Xiao Ding's question, she suddenly sighed, and said with some loss: "I don't have any younger brothers and sisters, my father only gave birth to me, but ......"

Xiao Ding saw that she seemed to want to say something, and he didn't notice that his mother's mood was a little low for a while, but the head of the Xiao family next to him saw it and hurried over to catch people up.

"Alright, alright! Don't ask so much, I heard that you've come back these days, and your cousin has come to play with you, hurry over, don't make people wait. ”

Xiao Ding originally wanted to ask something more, but his parents' faces were a little strange.

I can only hide the doubts in my heart, and ask when I have the opportunity.

Xiao Ding ran out quickly.

When Mrs. Xiao saw Xiao Ding like this, she shook her head and sighed.

It was probably during the day that she talked about it, and she had a dream that night.

She dreamed of the child who was abandoned by her own hands 17 years ago, and he cried so much that his nose was red, and he looked at her faintly.

She doesn't remember the child's appearance very clearly, but she remembers that he was born very cute.

In the dream, the little child grew up and became a familiar and unfamiliar face, and before she could see clearly, she suddenly heard a cry.

"Mother-"

This is his youngest son, Xiao Ding, who is looking at himself with a look of dependence.

In the blink of an eye, the blurred face gradually disappeared.

She suddenly felt a trace of trepidation in her heart, and quickly used a spell to chase after her, but the voice just disappeared here, as if it had never existed.

Mrs. Shaw sat up abruptly, and I clutched my chest desperately.

It's been a long time since she's had a dream like this, and she didn't expect to dream of that child today.

The familiar feeling of her heart beating, and the pain of pins and needles, nowhere did she fail to remind her that she had lost her son.

Such a big movement alarmed the head of the Xiao family next to him, and he noticed that his wife was wrong.

"What's going on? Is it because you are not feeling well? The head of the Xiao family asked worriedly, while inputting aura.

After a while, I finally felt less uncomfortable.

"I had a dream." As a result, the hot tea sent by her husband, Mrs. Xiao said slowly, as if she was thinking about something.

The head of the Xiao family gently hugged his wife, and his fingers slowly, stroking her long hair: "What kind of dream?" ”

Mrs. Xiao leaned tightly into the arms of the head of the Xiao family, as if this would give her a sense of security.

"Brother Xiao, do you say that our child is still alive, is he like Ding'er when he grows up!"

The head of the Xiao family suddenly froze, of course he knew who the person his wife was talking about?

The tone was a little sad and joyful: "Why did you suddenly talk about him?" ”

"Did you just dream about that child?"

Mrs. Xiao leaned on the arms of the head of the Xiao family and said softly: "I just dreamed that the child came to us, he has grown up and grown very tall. But I didn't see what he looked like. ”

The head of the Xiao family didn't say anything, just put the quilt on Mrs. Xiao's body and lay down with her.

"Sleep, don't think about him."

Mrs. Xiao wanted to say something, but the head of the Xiao family suddenly spoke.

He said in a salty tone: "No matter what this child is, he has nothing to do with our family now. Madam, it's not that you don't know what he is carrying, and we can't help it. ”

"Even if you are not afraid of being implicated, think about our youngest son, he is still so good now, and he has even become the head disciple of the Xuanzhen Sect."

Speaking of her youngest son, Mrs. Xiao stopped speaking for a while, and even her state of mind that was affected by the dream just now calmed down suddenly.

He sighed faintly and closed his eyes: "I don't want to! ”

Mrs. Xiao was relieved in her heart, but the head of the Xiao family took her situation to heart.

The next day, the head of the Xiao family went out.

He went to the top of the snow-capped mountain to find the owner of the Tianji Building.

It's nothing for mortals to dream, because they don't control their own spirits, and they often have wild ideas.

But the monk's spirit has been tempered to a certain point, and once dreaming, it is a sign of something.

The stronger the monk, the more predictable it is about what will happen in the future.

My wife suddenly dreamed about what happened 17 years ago, and it was related to the child, and she always thought that something had happened.

However, to his disappointment, the head of the Xiao family did not see the owner of the Tianji Building this time.

I saw a disciple dressed in white with a thick hood standing in front of him coldly, looking without the slightest emotion.

Even if the head of the largest family in the cultivation realm was standing in front of him, there was still no ups and downs: "The landlord is in retreat, and he doesn't see any guests. ”

The head of the Xiao family sighed helplessly, which was also expected.

The owner of Tianji Building basically doesn't see people much, and it's normal not to see it.

He was about to leave, when he was suddenly stopped by this disciple.

"The landlord once told me that if the head of the Xiao family comes, let me tell you a word."

The head of the Xiao family turned his head suddenly: "What words?" ”

"He's back!"

A headless sentence, but the head of the Xiao family understood what it meant.

He looked a little strange, turned his head without saying anything and left.

He didn't notice it when he left, and the moment he turned his head, a familiar figure appeared behind the disciple of the Heavenly Machine Tower, and disappeared in an instant.

"Xiao Anju, you will... How? ”

A faint word came from the silent snow-capped mountains, and disappeared into the wind in an instant.

"The Son of Destiny and the Leader of the Righteous Path, the two sons of luck were both born in the same family, and the most wonderful thing is that there is also a soul outside the heavens, which is fun! It's fun! ”

The owner of Tianji Building looked thoughtfully at the chessboard in front of him, and said softly while playing chess.

……

"Ah Qiu!" Gu Jingyu suddenly sneezed.

The other three looked at him strangely.

"Do monks also catch the cold?" An Jiu said in surprise.

Gu Jingyu shook his head, thinking about who was thinking about him.

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