With the words of the Poison King, the brocade-clothed young man clenched his fists tightly.

The Poison King smiled: "That kid has no worries, no fear, everything is only based on character, and he is a barrier-free person, people like him and Peng Chonghai, from the very beginning, are aiming for ascension, and in his eyes is the bigger world, even if it is you, it is just a stepping stone on his way forward." And you, when you fall, are angry because of the gaze of those little people, and when you fly, you are excited because of their worship, and you can't let go of that noble feeling, family, Fame and fortune have all become a drag on you, you dare not revenge, you dare not complain, you have to hide your head and tail when you vent, like you, fight him again, you will still lose, because everything you have is blocking you, you are afraid of death, you are afraid of losing everything, you are kind but you can't really be ruthless and unjust, put aside your adventures, you are actually nothing, if you want to survive tomorrow, want to let that kid die in front of you, then it is best to think clearly, what is dragging you back, what is becoming an obstacle on your way forward。 ”

The young man in brocade had a gloomy face and turned to leave.

Out of the tomb, the weather was still so cold, the ground was full of fallen leaves, and there was frost hanging on it that had not yet subsided.

The young man in brocade came to a peak, quietly looking at the sky in the distance, the sun moved past the middle sky, and slowly passed away in the distance. Yes, he's afraid, what is he afraid of? He's in the middle of things, but what is his obstacle?

He thought, just like that, all day, until he stood up, and the anger on his face grew heavier, and he finally figured out that from the beginning, he had been living for others, but now, he was different, and if he could not be fearless, he could not prevail against the boy.

That is the most powerful opponent in his life, it can even be said that it is his destined strong enemy, he must fight with the strongest mentality, for this, he must give up everything, let today, become the last day of his past life, from tomorrow, he is a new self.

He stood up and walked towards Tianyou City.

Entering Tianyou City, along the way, many people greeted him, he didn't speak, just walked all the way, those people looked at him with reverence, at this moment, he felt not pressure or pride, but some wanted to laugh, when some things were finally decided, he suddenly found that everything in the past was just floating clouds.

Starting tomorrow, everyone in this city will look at him with another kind of eyes, trembling, scared, hehe, it turns out that this is what he wants, the poison king is right, good is hypocritical, evil is not complete, he is actually nothing in the past.

Returning to Dingjiazhuang, the surrounding subordinates respectfully called the young master one by one, and a maid greeted him: "Young master, the eldest lady and aunt have arrived and are waiting for you in Guiyuan." ”

Ding Yuxuan nodded expressionlessly, the maid led him into the Guiyuan, in the hall in front of him, there was a man and a woman talking, the maid turned around and said, "Young master......"

Brush, after a flash, she fell down so silently.

Her eyes widened, the fallen corpse, one foot stepping over her, followed by another.

"You can rest assured, who is our Brother Xuan? Will you lose to that surnamed Yi?" Let me tell you, Brother Xuan is an unborn hero, it won't be long before even Peng Chonghai, Leng Changkun and others are not his opponents, and at that time, who in the world would dare to underestimate the Ding family...... A man gestured excitedly in the room.

This man is Zhao Qianzhu, the husband of Ding Yujuan, the eldest lady of the Ding family, who has an honorable appearance, and completely forgot how he ridiculed when his brother-in-law was still a waste, he only knew that if he continued like this, it wouldn't be long before he was the brother-in-law of a Xuan-level peak master, and when the time came, who would dare to underestimate him in the world?

Zhao Qianzhu, who is also from a famous family, is a wine-colored hollowed-out shelf, foaming at the moment, comforting his wife.

Ding Yujuan was wearing a golden butterfly emerald exquisite skirt, with a delicate wooden hairpin, and her face was also full of brilliance, although she came here to cheer up her younger brother, she also believed that her younger brother would never fail.

I don't know when, her younger brother has never disappointed her, and unconsciously, he began to be famous all over the rivers and lakes and became the pride of the Ding family, and even for a hundred years, no ancestor has achieved such an achievement as him.

And he is only twenty years old now, and it won't be long before the "youngest Xuan-level master in history" will fall on him, and he is his sister.

For more than a year, what she was most proud of was talking about her younger brother in front of people, and I don't know how many famous girls tried their best to get close to her and please her, hoping to marry into their Ding family. It's a pity that her husband was still a little talented back then, but now he has become a wine bag and rice bag that has no ability, relying on his own name to have fun outside, if he has half of his brother's income......

Ding Yujuan looked at her husband and was about to say a few words to him, when a sword light was in front of her eyes, cutting down from behind her husband, the line of cold light cut down from the back of her head, the mysterious light flashed, and the whole person parted to both sides, with all the blood, and pounced on the exquisite walls on both sides.

So weird, so gorgeous. The big face she had seen since she was a child passed through the dissected corpse, white as snow, and not a drop was splashed on his body.

"Brother Xuan, are you ...... What are you doing?" Ding Yujuan at this moment, the whole person is stupid, as if she is still in a dream, the blood waves on both sides are sprinkled on the wall, half of each piece is embedded in the wall, an incomprehensible sword, easy and freehand, but terrifying.

She kept retreating, her head still not turning, her eyes like seeing a monster, looking at her familiar and strange brother, frightened, frightened, incoherent.

"Murder!" Ding Yuxuan smiled at his sister, "Actually, I don't hate him, really, in the end, he is just a waste, and I used to be a waste." There's nothing wrong with a waste who laughs and ridicules a waste who is worse than him, and I used to hate such people until I turned into a killer in the night, killing those who were weak, and then like him, sneering and sarcastically mocking and torturing those who were weaker than me, so I knew that it was really a pleasure to do so. Then I didn't hate him anymore, because to hate people like him was to hate myself, because I was the same thing as him. ”

With one hand, he slowly strangled the beautiful woman who retreated to the corner in horror, and he smiled: "But, you are my sister! Obviously, when I was young, you took care of me so much, just because I couldn't cultivate the Lei Fa, just because I was a waste, you disliked me like everyone else, ridiculed me, hated me useless all day long, and didn't forget to mock me every day, wishing that my useless brother would die early and let you inherit this family business......

He burst into tears with laughter: "You are my sister!"