"Wolf Qilie is your biological father, and Concubine Yun is your biological mother, and you are the son of Atuo......"

"This is the Fengluan Hall of Xiline Mountain, and the woman who charmed the wolf king who lived here back then was Bai Ling, the mother of Jiumu Yunxiang. ”

"Back then, Concubine Yun Niangniang was here, dying under the sword of Bai Ling. ”

"And your father, Wolf Qilie, was pressed into the Xikun River by the Fox Clan's Yunshan Grandma and the former Eagle King. ”

"Uncle Xiao, back then, my father, your father and mother were destroyed by her parents, do you still think that I should kill her?"

Sang Lu made a sonorous and powerful confession and explained everything together.

For a moment, the air was eerily quiet.

Bing Ruohan looked at Sang Lu with a sharp gaze, his dark and heavy gaze made people feel breathless at a glance, and after a long time, he slowly opened his lips, and the words grinded out like bloodthirsty: "If you deceive me in half a sentence, I will break you into ten thousand pieces!"

Sang Lu looked at the eyes full of blood and tears, and was inexplicably frightened, but this was the case, so Sang Lu replied with confidence: "There is no deception, if the little master doesn't believe it, you can ask the master." ”

"You go and ask Master, where did you pick you up back to the Heavenly Realm?"

"You go and ask Master, why do you have amnesia?"

"You go and ask Master, how did you suffer from a heart disease?"

asked three questions in a row, peeling off the only remaining expectations of Bing Ruohan layer by layer, and falling into the ruthless abyss little by little.

Vague scenes drifted through my mind, but gradually became clear......

He saw the prosperity of Xilinshan in the past, he saw that the majestic father always liked to lift him above his head and laughed loudly, and he saw the mother concubine wrapped in a white veil and smiling at himself, and the love on her face could not be hidden.

He saw the fairy in white, who he had once called his aunt, standing under the tree and giving him a flute, and he also saw her wielding a long sword that plunged into the heart of the concubine.

He heard the sound of the sword and sword shadow Jin Ge Iron Horse sonorously coming, and in a panic, he was covered by his father's personal soldiers and escaped from the West Lintel Mountain, and he saw that the dozen or so personal soldiers who covered themselves were chased and killed by the Eagle and Fox clans.

At that time, he was still young, and now that he thinks about it, he knows that the bloody storm he experienced was the Battle of Changgu that year, and after the war, the eagle and fox clans were bloodbathing the remaining remnants of the wolf clan.

And the young man is also among them.

He was hidden in a woodstack by his father's own soldiers, and through the cracks, he saw the bloody battle.

Until none of my father's soldiers were killed.

He trembled, not daring to move, and even so, he did not escape the pursuit of the eagle and fox.

The pursuers took their shiny swords and went into a barrel of swords in the stack of swords, until they saw blood dripping down the blade of the sword, and did not leave until there was no movement in the stack.

The sword was ruthlessly swung like rain, and one sword just plunged into Little Ato's heart.

He thought he was going to die, until when he woke up again, he saw that Shizun Tai had tried his best to save himself, and since then, he has suffered from heart disease, and he can no longer remember what happened before.

Bing Ruohan covered his heart, the heart pierced by the long sword, it was still painful to breathe at this time, he remembered everything, remembered his father, remembered his mother.

His eyes were full of blood-red crystals, and they fell.

After a while, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he let out a soft sneer.

Is he laughing at himself? Is he laughing at his lack of eyes? Or is he laughing at the fact that he shouldn't have fallen in love with the daughter of his father's killer?

At this time, a clear "bang" sound came from somewhere, as if the sound of a person falling to the ground without standing firmly.

"Who?" Sang Lu looked at the hidden place vigilantly and scolded loudly: "Come out." ”

Until he saw Jiumu Yunxiang staggering out of that hidden place, Sang Lu looked surprised.

"Heh......" Sang Lu looked at Jiumu Yunxiang with a look of disdain and anger: "Jiumu Yunxiang, you can't change your problem of eavesdropping on the corner." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Jiumu Yunxiang's face was pale, and the thunderous words in Sang Lu's mouth had not yet had time to digest them, and his heart was full of numbness, his feet were soft, and the small stones under his feet also trembled.

She looked at Sang Lu with red eyes, how she wished that everything she heard was her nonsense.

"Am I talking nonsense?" Sang Lu looked at Jiumu Yunxiang with strong hatred, "Your father and mother are a pair of murderous demons, and they deserve that curse of life and death!"

"Sang Lu, if you insult my father and mother again, don't blame me for being rude. ”

Jiumu clenched his hands, Daddy and Auntie have been tortured by the curse of life and death for more than a thousand years, life is better than death, even if it is a punishment, it is enough.

Jiumu can't tolerate the slightest disrespect for Daddy and Auntie.

"Jiumu Yunxiang, new hatred and old hatred, let's forget it together. ”

After speaking, Sang Lu turned the Liaoyuan ring on his middle finger, only to see that the ring glowed with an unfriendly red light.

Then a thick murderous aura swept across his cheeks, and he saw a ball of fire rushing like a sword.

Kugi flashed back, but still couldn't flash the afterglow of the fire, and accidentally injured his arm.

Crimson blood clumps spread across the pink sleeves.

And the ruins behind him have been ignited by this prairie fire, and they are burning.

Sang Lu still refuses to give up, as if today, he has to bury himself here before he can stop.

Jiumu Yunxiang looked at Uncle Xiao with a little longing, but met his eyes with hatred.

His eyebrows were tightly closed, and a coldness came from his bones, and from his eyes, he was sad with loss, and he couldn't see a little hope in his hope.

No, it's not like he used to be.

In the past, he was reluctant to be bullied, and even wanted to save him with his life.

In the past, when he looked at himself, his eyes were like the warm sun in winter, like fire in the ice.

At this time, there is no trace of warmth.

Is he really dead and can't be saved?

Just when Jiumu Yunxiang was so desperate that he was about to suffocate, then another flash of light swept over Jiumu Yunxiang's guarded hands like lightning, and after the light, there were ten blood marks that were deeply visible.

Ten fingers connected to her heart, making her face pale in pain and falling to the ground.

Sang Lu chased after her, and with a wave in the air, she turned the Liaoyuan ring into a ring whip, she looked at Jiumu Yunxiang lying on the ground with the whip, and whipped it down mercilessly.

The whip fell on her, and a bright red blood mark was eye-catching and distressing.

She looked at the little uncle again with a little pleading eyes, but saw him standing there, indifferent to seeing him being bullied by the third senior sister.

She could have dodged a few lashes to avoid the flesh and skin, but she didn't.

She still longed for him, for him to lend a helping hand again before she was killed.

She blocked him from being as ruthless as she imagined.

But she was wrong.

The whip didn't stop, and he didn't stop it.

She was bruised all over her body but far from the pain in her heart, and just when she thought she was going to be beaten to death by Sang Lu, a blue light came from the hollow.

An exclamation: "Stop!"

Jiumu listened to it really, this voice is unparalleled......