After a burst of white light, the mansion that appeared in Lingxi's field of vision looked gorgeous.

After looking around, Lingxi walked along the corridor, but it was like walking in a kind of memory, all of which was like someone wandering in the depths of the years, and the years that had passed lingered on the corridor.

Some of the men who appeared to be servants came and went, their steps swift and silent, their faces tense and expressionless. The mansion seemed to be shrouded in a grotesque atmosphere, and you could almost see the yin qi churning between the curtains.

The maids came out of the two rooms with golden basins, both filled with bright blood, and they approached face to face on both sides of the corridor, and then turned into the same corridor, and walked side by side.

Seeing that there was no one around, a maid couldn't help but whisper: "Madame is about to give birth." ”

The dark red blood Li reflected the strange look of the other maid: "But the lord is afraid that it won't last long." ”

Lingxi watched and listened to all this...... She was sure that this was someone's memory.

The two maids cautiously poured the blood, and went into the house and placed the golden basin on the side of the sickbed, where the man's face was bloodless, and his emaciated body was sunk in the bed, which was almost invisible, except for a withered hand stretched out and waved, proving that there was still a living creature lying on the bed.

"Brothers, help me to Madame. He said in a hoarse voice as he opened his eyes.

Blue...... Lingxi saw it.

"I must go and see......" he coughed uncontrollably, and then a servant came and lifted him up, and put on a cloak for him, and helped him out, and went to the lady's room.

When he entered the room, he was in a cubicle, where his wife gave birth on the other side, and he lay on the bed on the other side.

The maids around him retreated one by one, but there was a child who looked like he was about ten years old who entered here blindfolded, and the expression on his face was very frightened, and he even cried when he took off the black cloth, and kept looking at the cubicle with fear.

After seeing him, the seriously ill middle-aged man said with difficulty: "Yuanhong come here, my father has something to tell you." ”

The child hesitated, but walked over anyway, and the expression on his face became nervous.

"Yuanhong. The seriously ill middle-aged man put the withered hand on the child's shoulder, and said: "Father, I am dying, you are cold, Guangsheng has not yet been born, the family of the Yan family cannot be left without an owner for a day, after the father goes, he will ......" He began to cough violently again, pushed away the handkerchief handed by the child, and continued: "You will take over the lord of the Yan family, as for the child in your second mother's womb, you will take care of it." ”

The boy immediately shook his head, "No, I don't want it!"

Before the seriously ill middle-aged man could speak, the baby's loud cry came abruptly, and the woman's screams stopped slightly.

But the baby's cry was two, like a talisman.

The two old slaves each carried a baby to the cubicle where the seriously ill man was, but the fear was greater than the excitement, and the congratulatory voice was suppressed: "Congratulations to the lord, the lady has added two sons to the family, and they are twins." ”

However, when the two babies were handed to the seriously ill middle-aged man, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly swelled with fear, and he hurriedly shouted: "How can this be...... How can this be......"

With that, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

In Lingxi's field of vision, the two babies she saw, one of whom was no different from an ordinary person, had his eyes closed...... But the other had a black birthmark on his face that resembled a bat, and it was impossible for a newborn baby to open his eyes, but he did open his eyes, and blue light flowed in his eyes.

......

In this way, at an unusual time, a baby was branded with a symbol of disaster just after birth, and became an evil spirit-like existence that even people taboo words, which is undoubtedly the most difficult fate in the world, it can be said that from this day on, every day that the baby is experiencing is a battle, and every day that survives is a triumph.

Lingxi continued to look at it all in someone's memories.

"Can't survive. The seriously ill middle-aged man's voice was not happy, and even a little gloomy, "I must not survive!" he shouted as if he had gone crazy.

Everyone tried to dissuade him, but the seriously ill middle-aged man still said firmly to Yan Yuanhong: "...... him" He pointed to the baby with blue eyes.

"Throw him into the dungeon, and no one will feed him!" he said, still heartbroken, his face still beginning to contort.

"Father. Yan Yuanhong was already crying and shook his head, but the seriously ill middle-aged man continued: "If you don't do this, you will die as a father! Even if you are under the Nine Springs, you will not be able to live in peace! This child will bring a huge disaster to the Yan family, and you can't stay, you can't stay." ”

Yan Yuanhong's crying stopped, and her eyes shook violently.

And the seriously ill middle-aged man's voice became softer and softer, like the silk that was pulled out and became transparent little by little, "I can't leave ......"

His hands in mid-air fell involuntarily.

"Lord!"

"Father!"

In the exclamation of everyone, the seriously ill middle-aged man was speechless, his eyes were confused, and in the end, there was not even a trace of light left.

As soon as the picture turned, the white light formed a whirlpool, and when the whirlpool dissipated, Lingxi came to a darkness. In the darkness, Lingxi couldn't see anything at first, and there were only some rustling sounds in her ears, which made her very dazed and walked around for a while.

Suddenly, a high platform appeared in front of her eyes, illuminated by a ray of light like the sun, and stood in the middle of this hall.

And the cry of the baby on the high platform was even louder, even a little heartbreaking. Lingxi took a closer look, and it was the baby with the blue eyes.

He kept crying, and transparent tears flowed from those transparent blue eyes, which couldn't help but make people's hearts break.

Lingxi subconsciously stretched out his hand to appease ......

But suddenly a muffled thunder sounded, not sounding, but continuous, intertwined with each other, and the fingerprints of fate were entangled in the palm of the hand.

The arrival and disappearance of life were staged at the same time at this moment, and the picture finally dissipated in front of Lingxi's eyes, and Lingxi returned to that burst of white light, without Bai Junqian and Qianmian Langjun beside her.

"If the dead are not forgotten, then the sins will be borne innocently by the living. A young man's voice came, and it was in Lingxi's ear.

"How's it going, is it pretty?" his warm breath slowly burrowed into Lingxi's ears like a bewitching worm.

"Who!?" exclaimed.

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