Such a contrast in life is simply a bolt from the blue, for money and power, Zhuo Yifan loses both, he doesn't feel anything uncomfortable, but he can't face the loss of his dearest and beloved parents. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When people are the saddest, what they are most afraid of is being alone, time flows quietly, as if it has become a river of the past, and all kinds of happiness and beauty in the past will emerge in the mind.

However, happiness will only appear in the mind and make you mentally happy for a while, while the bloody sadness in reality will make you struggle.

Thinking too much, it is easy to go to extremes, Zhuo Yifan also thought about suicide, but he didn't come to this point, because when he thought that his parents' revenge had not been avenged, his idea of suicide was dispelled in an instant.

With this hatred, there is also a yearning for life, he lives stronger than before, it can be seen that hatred can also be like a beautiful dream, people can pursue it infinitely, and they are willing to fight violence with violence in this life.

At this time, he remembered that when he was a child, his father Zhuo Song accompanied him to read poetry and teach him to write. His mother Mu Xuan cooked him his favorite dishes, and his grandfather found him some strange things to play with him in the courtyard.

When I think of the past, I still remember it vividly, as if it happened yesterday, but everything can't go back, only through memories, to fill in the deep thoughts of my father and grandfather.

Warm memories are always infinitely memorable, thinking about it, he can't help but cry, but he doesn't know it at all, and lets his thoughts pull at will.

The night outside had gone deep, and the night was as silent as death, and the two people standing outside the door to guard the door made a "purring" snort, and had already leaned against the door and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, a sudden gust of wind blew, setting off many flying flowers, and the swirling petals filled the whole air with fragrance.

The fragrant wind gusted, the petals were one after another, and at this very refreshing moment, the sound of "Xiu Xiu" two breaking through the air sounded, and then I saw two tender leaves, flying in.

In the blink of an eye, it was inserted into the necks of the two gatekeepers, and the two who were sleeping soundly fell to the ground as soon as their necks touched the flying leaves and tilted their heads.

In a breath, the two tender leaves on the neck gradually turned red, and this red color came from the blood on the necks of the two.

There are more and more petals flying in the air, and the fragrance of the flowers is getting stronger and stronger, as if they are butterflies dancing out of the thousands of flowers.

Just when the fragrance was strong, a figure wrapped in a green shirt flashed from the sky.

The green yarn flutters, the slender and delicate body, like the willows on the river bank that are gently swayed by the breeze, enchanting and charming, Chu Chu is moving.

The snow-white slender lotus wrists, gently shaking the sides of the shoulders, and the graceful posture seem to have no more than a few taels of meat, which makes the delicate body wrapped in the green shirt even more slender and tall at this time.

The slender jade legs hung in the air, looming under the cyan veil. The slender posture is slightly swaying, and the hair flutters in the wind, like a fairy descending into the world.

Facing the faint light, gently brushing the gauze skirt, the exposed skin is as white as jade, bright as ice crystals, and the rich floral fragrance rings on the delicate body.

Her facial features, like jade carving, are very exquisite.

The dragonfly fell to the ground like water, and the lotus step moved slightly, walking towards the small black house where Zhuo Yifan was kept.

Looking at the two people lying on the ground, the girl in the green veil smiled softly at their corpses.

"Ding......

With a flick of the onion finger, the reed lock fell to the ground in response, and when you look closely, the lock beam is neatly disconnected, as if it was cut off by a sharp axe.

And between her fingers, it was just a thin leaf, shaped like a willow leaf.

The woman stepped forward gently, looked inside through the crack in the door, and saw Zhuo Yifan lying on the bed, and the woman showed a heart-stopping smile.

Her snow-white lotus wrist gently moved back, and suddenly several people with black veils covering their faces came out from behind.

"Aunt Tsing Yi!" the men shouted to the woman as soon as they came to her.

And the name of this Aunt in Tsing Yi is the title of Tianxiang Pavilion, and the girl in green yarn right now is Mu Ling, one of the seven aunts of Tianxiang Pavilion, ranking fifth among the seven aunts.

Mu Ling nodded at it and said, "That kid is inside, you go and bring him to me! ”

"Yes, the subordinates obey the order!" After speaking, the group of black-clothed people walked towards the small black room where Zhuo Yifan was lying.

They did not rush in immediately, but one of the men in black took out a pipe like the length and length of chopsticks, put it into the crack of the door and blew it inside.

At the other end of the pipe, the air flowing from her mouth rose a gentle white smoke, like a white snake in the air, swaying in the air, and then scattered and disappeared into the air.

Zhuo Yifan, who was lying on the bed, didn't know anything about this, because he had long been used to being imprisoned by others and had become food in other people's mouths, so he didn't need to care about the safety of the outside world.

Besides, now he is very gloomy since he was imprisoned in a small black house, immersed in the grief of the murder of his father and grandfather, as well as the deep longing for them, and he is a little unable to extricate himself.

There were always tears in his eyes, a person, for a short period of time, lost his grandfather, his father, his aunt, and many other clansmen in the villa......

These were his original happiness, and before, he didn't think that these were happiness, and suddenly lost them, and he panicked.

What is lost is often the most precious, whether it is family, love, or friendship, it is easy to get, it is not easy to cherish, it is easy to lose, and it hurts the spirit.

People are almost always like this, an animal who regrets it afterwards and then can't stop.

The men in black lingered outside for a moment, and only when the white smoke had completely and evenly dissipated into the room did they rush inside.

At this time, Yifan had fallen asleep, there were always crystal tears in the corners of his eyes, and his eyebrows were full of grief and deep longing.

The men in black swept around, then turned their gaze to him, and nodded to each other when they saw that he was unconscious.

A few people gently stepped forward to lift him up and walked out the door.

As the black shadow stepped into the thick night, they took Zhuo Yifan with them, and disappeared into the night in an instant, without a trace.

The dark night continued, and then it returned to its original silence.

......

There is a time when night comes, and there is a time when it passes, day and night alternate, and the four seasons rotate, which is the eternal law of nature.

As the sky began to lighten, a red spot appeared in the east, and the sun once again showed his big, red face. And his red face, like Guan Gong after being drunk, his face was already very red, and after the catalysis of fine wine, it became more and more red at this time.