He didn't know the trembling corners of Qin Qi's mouth, and he still spoke to himself, "A-Niang can't forget a dead son, and she always cries and calls him...... He also said that A-Niang always has a plum blossom agate hairpin pinned between her buns......"

"You say, why is he a demon beast who can communicate with A-Niang in dreams!" Chang Di grabbed Qin Qi's neckline, he was already thin and explicit, not as strong as he was back then, but there was still a quiet, unfathomable whirlpool in his eyes, which made people chill.

"Qin Qi, do you remember A-Niang's hairpin......" He conjured up the extremely caring relic, and the tip of the hairpin was close to Qin Qi's eyes.

Chang Di tugged on the hairpin tightly, and then took a step forward, and his father, whom he gradually hated, could not see the light immediately.

"You shouldn't hate me, I'm your father. Qin Qi quietly evoked a smile.

"When A-Niang went, she didn't leave a single word, it's all your meaning, right?"

He didn't believe that A-Niang, who loved him so much, could let go of his son and go away easily. Qin Qi said that A-Niang was in a hurry, and she didn't have time to entrust, and she didn't have time to summon the ghost servants to Shenshou Mountain. However, it was only because A-Niang's condition improved that he felt a little relieved and continued to practice in Shenshou Mountain.

Is it all his father's arrangement, he had such doubts. But I always remember when I was young, my father's guidance and teachings to me, and in front of those royal people who regarded Beak A-Niang as a ghost slave and their own blood was not noble enough, they loved and cared for it. The majestic and pure former Shengzhou Mountain Monarch was proud of his son Changdi, and taught carefully and meticulously......

Until, he found out that there was a strange woman between Mei Ji and Qin Qi, and there were many, many secrets that he didn't know.

When he killed an immortal with his own hands for the first time, those who had remembered the admiration: the good is like water, purifying all sentient beings, turning him into a sharp blade to Ling Chi.

He remembers that night vividly.

Qin Qi and the demon beast Changyou fought in Mintan, Qin Qi was defeated by Changyou, whose mana had increased greatly, was seriously injured, and fled back to Shengzhou in embarrassment.

In Wuya Mountain, Qin Qi, who was on the verge of death in the underground palace, took his hand and asked him to kill the immortal who was locked in the cage not far away, and then take the blood of the immortal.

He froze in disbelief, unable to speak.

Qin Qi was furious, slapped him hard, and shouted, son, don't go quickly!

He was still young, and he was terrified that even if he was as cold as ice, he would never kill easily, how could he say such a thing. He gently broke free of Qin Qi's hand, wanted to escape, found a place to hide, and then fell asleep, thinking that his father would not be like this when he woke up.

But the man who called him his father, although he was lying on the bed for a long time, grabbed his neck, gritted his teeth, and bastarded things, is it the other way around!

He shook his head, fear enveloped him like a biting snow, he gasped and trembled, holding Qin Qi's knife, and approached him step by step.

The man was an immortal, and even if he was locked in a cage, he still had a lot of mana, and the ghost servant couldn't kill the man.

Qin Qi ordered him to enter the cage immediately and kill the immortals, otherwise he would be unfilial and sorry for the dead A-Niang. He knew that Ah Niang loved his father very much, and he was not, if Ah Niang was still alive, would she persuade herself to kill this immortal to reshape her father's ghost body, so as to return to his soul and get a trace of life.

Would A-Niang do that? No, she wouldn't...... A-Niang is so kind and compassionate, and she is even sad about the flow of the seasons.

The immortal couldn't escape from this cage made of the strongest East China Sea giant spirit stone in the Five Realms, and Qin Qi had already sealed some of the immortal's mana with the secret technique of the ghost realm. The long confinement has made the immortals weaker and weaker. The immortal leaned against the edge of the cage and quietly looked at him in front of him, whose eyes were terrified and his hand holding the knife trembled.

You are so young, and your father should let you do such a thing, sin.

The faint light in his eyes is still immature, innocent, and even ignorant of life. Finally, he knelt down, put down the knife, and said something in his mouth, I don't want to kill, I don't want to kill......

Don't be afraid, child, I can't escape this cage anyway, why don't you give me the knife, and I can save your father...... You don't deserve to lose him. The immortal smiled bitterly and picked up the knife.

The ghost servant hurriedly appeared in the cage to protect him.

Forget today, child. After that, he didn't hesitate and stabbed the knife straight into his heart.

He pushed the ghost servant away and threw himself down in front of the immortal, but the immortal took his hand and put it on the bloodstained knife in his heart, and put the knife into the knife again.

Son, go save your father, don't cost my life...... Also, it's time to hold on to your heart from now on.

"You don't love A-Niang, and you don't treat us as sons. He took back the hairpin, stood up, and looked at Qin Qi condescendingly.

"Changyou is A-Niang's child, right?"

His throat tightened, and there was a hint of emotion, "How could that demon beast be Mei Ji's son......"

Chang Di could see that Qin Qi was lying, and he didn't know what made this once arrogant father learn bluffing tricks that he was not good at.

"Let me sort it out for you. ”

Qin Qi waved his hands and said in a panicked tone, "Don't, shut up, stop talking." ”

He sat firmly on the seat, and now he was no longer the boy who would have palpitations when he held a knife. He is now the Monarch of Shengzhou Mountain, a monarch of one side, and no matter what he has experienced, he can grasp his heart and not waver.

Pouring a full cup of tea, he said slowly, "You sent A-Niang's newborn child to Changyou Mountain, and asked the people of the Demon Realm to give him a heart Gu and make him a demon beast." And then you make him mess around......"

"No, Changyou is not my son, no. Qin Qi lay on the ground, slapping the ground.

"You know how uncomfortable you are when you lie. ”

"Back then, when you told me about love, you would understand it when you were in it. He drank the tea that had already cooled, "I'm telling you, you don't deserve to love A-Niang...... You used her to give birth to a child as a way to complete the poisonous plan in your heart. ”

"Changdi ......"

He turned his head and saw Qin Qi raising his head weakly, "Don't hate me, I am your father, the father who raised you since childhood." ”

The porcelain cup shattered in his hand, and he said coldly, "Until now, haven't you repented......?"

"A-Niang went, my eldest brother also went, and the next one might be me. ”

"Now that there is no one around you, do you feel satisfied?"

Qin Qi originally thought that he was still high and invincible, and he could use anyone to achieve his own goals. But Changdi's words were like a heavy hammer, shattering the high wall in his heart that no one cares about for a woman.

Little by little, the guilt seeped into his broken heart. Maggie's appearance at the moment of death suddenly appeared in front of him, and he held his head and screamed in almost despair.

Maggie leaned on the bed, her fingertips touching a blood-colored plum blossom on the curtain.

She asked, Qin Qi, where did you take him?

Hugh was talking nonsense, he turned his back to her, not wanting to see him in her empty gaze, he knew that this woman no longer loved him.

I'm a dying man, do you still want to hide it from me...... Where is my dead son?

His back stiffened, he looked a little anxious, got up and walked out, and left a sentence, Mei Ji, I will take care of Changdi, you can go in peace.

She fell off the bed, looked at the withered plum tree outside the window, no longer held back, and cried and called, Dead son, where are you......