Chapter 150: The Unspeakable Past

I don't know if it's the moon to blame. Xue Yi wept silently, silently allowing herself to be controlled by her emotions, but she suppressed not to make much movement, so as not to disturb the other two, who fell asleep from exhaustion because they had been busy all day.

Yechen Xuan and Blood Blade are both more sensitive, especially at night. They have become accustomed to maintaining light sleep at night in case their safety is threatened. Therefore, their hearing at night was excellent, and the moment Xue Yi's tears welled up in their eyes, Yechen Xuan and Blood Blade opened their eyes at the same time, and their whole bodies were vigilant. When he found that there was no danger, he slowly let go of the hand that was already ready for battle.

No one broke the silence, as if agreed.

Bamboo building, the bamboo forest is silent, there is no insect chirping, no bird calling, only the occasional breeze blows the bamboo leaves, the sound is soft, I don't want to disturb the dream of the night.

It's like you're infected. Yechen Xuan and Blood Blade inexplicably remembered the "unspeakable" past in their hearts.

Yechenxuan once again recalled the sentence he had heard the most since he was a child: "Your existence is revenge!".

Yes, he exists...... It is...... Revenge......

Revenge......

In the past, Yechen Xuan might still ask, why revenge, or naively say that revenge is not good.

Now Yechenxuan doesn't care anymore. Because he really only exists for revenge...... Revenge......

He didn't know what else he could do but get revenge.

In addition to completing revenge, he didn't know what other way he could repay his master's nurturing kindness......

Although the Master only sees him as a pawn for revenge......

Although the only reason he lived was the so-called ...... Revenge......

Bloodblade felt like he had returned to that night, blood staining half of the sky, and miserable cries for help echoing.

Witnessing his relatives fall one by one in front of his eyes, he didn't even have the qualifications to commit suicide.

He was crushed to the ground, his eyes cracking, but there was nothing he could do.

When his parents were whipped and whipped hard in front of his eyes, and finally he lost his breath, when he watched his sister who was holding in the palm of his hand being humiliated to death by those beasts. Bloodblade's body was covered in hatred and despair, and his body trembled with intense emotion. The palm of his hand was already a blur of flesh and blood, but he couldn't feel any pain anymore!

When the slaughter was over, the beasts left, and the bloody blades were mercilessly thrown to the ground, like a broken doll, desperate and lifeless.

He didn't know why the beasts hadn't killed him together, he would rather die himself than live alone......

From that moment on, the gifted genius boy died, the mild-mannered boy died, and all that was left was the walking dead, and there was only the bloody blade of revenge in his heart.

Bloodblade did not escape the carnage of that night, did not escape the despair of that night. He often recalls what happened that night over and over again to remind himself and remind himself.

Maybe those memories will stab the Bloody Blade again in the already broken heart every time, but the Bloody Blade is to punish itself in this way.

If it weren't for him, my father, my mother, my sister, everybody...... It won't ......

Blood crawled all over the bloody blade's eyes, but not a single tear.

Tears...... It has been ...... for a long time Drained......