The words of the white-clothed Langjun were confused, what is the same as what, it is like a book in heaven. But one thing is certain, Wen'er is dead. said: "After talking for a long time, I have a clear question, that is, Wen'er has been killed by you." I don't care what your reason is, you have to kill, in short, you are an out-and-out murderer. After a pause, his tone softened. "Oh, I see, you made up such a reason to exonerate yourself, didn't you?"

It's normal for him to say this, after all, normal people's thinking. "Yes, it is a fact that Wen'er died, but people have souls, don't they. ”

Gongsun Changsheng is even more confused, isn't this nonsense. The words fell and felt that something was wrong, could it be that Wen'er's soul didn't go away?

The white-clothed Langjun nodded yes and looked at the green phoenix.

With his gaze, he looked at the green phoenix girl, and suddenly, Gongsun Changsheng suddenly realized, only to remember that the green phoenix also died in that fight, and her resurrection was incredible. Thinking about it, Lang Jun's hint in white is understood, borrowing a corpse to return the soul? It's impossible! If her soul is Wen'er, then where has her soul gone?

It's a good thing to have this clue, it seems, he is not confused. felt that it was necessary to tell what had happened, and Gongsun Changsheng, who listened to it, burst into tears, and almost cried out with excitement, and ran to Lufeng.

Gongsun Wen already knew what happened, if it wasn't for Brother Lang Jun's story about his father, he would have really forgotten about this matter.

Looking at Gongsun Changsheng's face, he seemed to remember the past.

I remember that he ignored his mother and was cold.

recalled that he brought the beautiful girl, and since then he has never asked his mother for warmth, so his mother died of excessive grief.

Yes, he is his father, a ruthless and unrighteous father, it is him, it is he who indirectly killed his mother. "You're so ruthless! ”

What's wrong with her, it's not that this chapter has been flipped, how can you mention it again.

Confused.

Thinking about it, Mo was cured of his head by Yiquan's guy and his memory has not been recovered?

Impossible!

Anyway, let's recognize my daughter first. "Wen'er, isn't this matter all in the past, and bringing up the old things again can only increase the sadness!"

Gongsun Wen only has such memories in her head, and she can't think of anything else. Perhaps, this incident is unforgettable!

Looking at the indignant Gongsun Wen, the white-clothed Langjun was worried that she would be angry, so he hurriedly hugged Gongsun Wen's arm and comforted: "Wen'er, let the past pass, I believe that your father must have a hidden secret." ”

"What's the secret? To put it mildly, he's not good. "Gongsun Wen is difficult to calm down and does not forgive.

It seems that the culprit is the beautiful girl. The white-clothed Langjun has seen it, he is the master of the water-based poplar flower, and he occupies a bit of posture and is married to Gongsun Changsheng.

Also, people have different ideas, different values, and different ways of living.

There are grovels, wagging tails and begging, and the picture is glory and wealth.

There is a body of justice, unevenness, showing chivalrous courage.

Therefore, the concept is different, the pursuit is different.

Well, don't blame anyone, after all, in order to live, there are different ways to live.

After thinking about it a lot, I didn't know how to persuade Wen'er for a while.

Gongsun Changsheng mentioned that this matter was not at the beginning, and it was already like this, so Wen'er said a few words without complaints, as long as she could put this matter down and be happy, she could do anything. "Wen'er, just forgive your father, it's all your father's fault. The expression was bitter. After a pause, he said, "Look ahead, for there is still a long road in front of you." ”

With his remorse, Gongsun Wen felt that as long as he realized his mistakes, he could not let go of anything! What's more, he was his only relative. With this thought, I finally stopped talking about it, and let it go a little.

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