The child's cold and gorgeous carriage and horses seemed to see through the wind and snow, the heavy door curtain, the frightened expression of the woman inside, the person he should have called his aunt. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You killed her" said this sentence for the fifth time, strangely, the voice seemed to drown out the howling of the winter wind, and reached the woman's ears.

"No...... That's not true...... Don't ......" In the next moment, the blood-stained long sword suddenly rested on her neck, and she was in close contact with this bloody aura, but the woman did not gag, and she withstood the smell that should have been unpleasant.

"Xuan...... Xuan'er, aunt...... Those people's aunts don't recognize ......"

The child's cold eyes did not fluctuate at all, and the blood flashed fiercely, which frightened the woman into swallowing the quibble.

"Poof" The blade of the sword slashed mercilessly, the spacious carriage was dripping with blood, and when the woman died, there was still eight points of panic in her eyes and two points of expectation.

Looking at the tragic situation here indifferently, as if he had done something insignificant, his face remained unchanged, his eyes looked through the heavy curtains, and he looked at the magnificent mansion a few miles away, and the blood in his eyes was even thicker.

"You killed her," the child kept repeating the words, and the hand holding the sword tightened, and suddenly lifted the curtain, looking at the middle-aged beautiful woman lying on the ground in the distance, as if frozen by the wind and snow, with reluctance and pity.

His eyes softened rarely, and he didn't even notice that with a flash of effort, the thin figure that couldn't reach the roof of the carriage and horse shed suddenly became tall.

The immaturity on his face disappeared, and the image of a resolute and resolute youth replaced the sluggish child.

"Mother, I will avenge you" This was the only sentence he said that was different from the previous words.

......

Zhennan Wangfu, looking at the prince who was drinking and having fun with another beautiful woman in the mansion, the young man's eyes were as calm as death, and the blood-colored eyes had never faded, so he watched quietly and walked slowly.

It was his father, perhaps, the young man didn't care, now he only knew that a man and a woman in front of the hall had killed her.

"You killed her" is another sentence, as if a spell of life, and suddenly took away seven or eight living lives on the street, King Zhennan looked at the young man with blood on the sword in front of him in amazement, and the woman next to him was already frightened, sitting on the ground, watching all this blankly.

"Xuan'er...... You ......" The young man suddenly threw the sword in his hand, and the slightest whistling sound sounded, and the prince shuddered, but the blade of the sword slashed past him and pierced the woman's chest, blood gushing out along the wound.

Until she died, the woman did not make a sound, like a young man who had been a child before, sluggish and stupid.

"You killed her," the young man repeated the sentence, and said coldly to the Angzang man in front of him, shaking his hand, and the iron sword flew upside down and returned to his hand.

The prince couldn't stop retreating, his expression frightened, and the young man approached step by step, his face expressionless.

The table and chair behind him were knocked down by him, and he fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the young man seemed to have made some decision, and the sword in his hand was raised high, and he was cut down in an instant, ignoring the prince's desperate and pleading gaze.

The blade of the "Zheng" sword was suspended three inches in front of his forehead, but it seemed that he could no longer cut it, and the young man's originally resolute pair of bloody eyes seemed to flash with hesitation, and the hand holding the sword kept trembling, looking painful.

"You must kill him, he killed your mother with those two women," an ethereal voice resounded in his head.

"No, you're not that kind of person, there's something strange about this," another hurried voice also emerged.

"Let's do it, kill him, and you will take revenge, don't you want your mother to rest in peace?"

"For the mother...... Revenge?" The young man hesitated, the blood in his eyes was even more "Yes, revenge, you killed her" At that moment, he firmed up his thoughts, and with a fierce force in his hand, the iron sword slashed down again.

"No......" A timely shout once again fixed the young man's sword on an inch in front of the prince's forehead.

"Mother, aren't you...... Why" the youth hesitated again.

"Xuan'er, wake up, this is not you, it's your father in front of you."

"My dad......? Zhennan Wangfu?No, it's ......" At this moment, a faint light lit up on the young man's chest, and a cool airflow that seemed to be energy made him sober up a lot, and the blood in his eyes slowly dissipated.

"This is the heart of the ...... I ......" As soon as I thought of this, the surrounding scenery of the palace, the wind and snow in the sky cracked like a mirror, shattered into countless dross, and disappeared abruptly.

Yang Xuan's eyes reappeared in front of the space that exuded misty brilliance, stunned in place, the sword in his hand was hanging an inch above his forehead, his mind was replaying the previous scenes like a horse, a faint bloody aura permeated his body, and he looked down.

His clothes were all stained with blood, and it seemed that the blood mist that erupted from his pores was gathered into this.

Wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Yang Xuan muttered to himself in fear, "What a terrible illusion, what a terrible heart" He didn't dare to imagine facing his father, if that sword was really cut down, what would happen to him, I was afraid that he would cut himself off from this.

Immediately, he was a little stunned and touched the pillar stone jade pendant around his neck, and fell into thought.

"It was this thing that saved me?"

A little frightened, the firmness in Yang Xuan's eyes at the beginning was mixed with a little jealousy, but suddenly there was a flower in front of him.

"No, this is not Xinguan" Endless fear and panic filled his heart at the moment, and the picture suddenly became a little bumpy, and there was a huge caravan in front of him, he was sitting in front of the carriage, and next to him was a simple middle-aged man who was telling him something with relish.

Surrounded by tall and dense towering trees, with mountain rocks and grasses, it seems to be a little quiet and has a strange atmosphere.

"Yang Xuan, after the mountain in front, you are almost at the realm of the Shenguang Dynasty" A familiar voice sounded in his ears, sounding like he had experienced many vicissitudes and had profound experience.

Turning his head to look, Yang Xuan was unconsciously startled, the person who spoke was the leader of the caravan who had befriended his father, that Wang Quan's younger brother, Wang Sun.

"What's the matter, I'm not used to leaving home just now," Wang Sun smiled innocently, "You have to get used to it, you have to practice, and you have to adapt to loneliness."

Yang Xuan was still in a daze, but his body reacted unconsciously and nodded slightly.

"Huh?" he was startled, stretched out his hand and groped around his arms and chest, "I'm still a scholar, I haven't practiced yet, and I can't hold a chicken......

"Hehe" shook his head and smiled bitterly, "What a realistic illusion,"

"Uncle Wang, these years, I think you have worked very hard."

"Oh, hard work?" Wang Sun's expression flashed with a hint of doubt, "cough, what's the hard work, I've been working for decades, and the family still needs our brothers to feed, and we're used to it."

"Really, I'm used to it."

"Can you kid not be so literate, it's really hard to talk to you readers, haha"

Yang Xuan didn't speak, he greedily looked at the caravan that impressed him, and teased heartily, eager to take out his heart for the kind of sincerity that he gave you.

"This feels so good," Yang Xuan sighed, his tense mind relaxed a lot in an instant.

"Boy Yang, get ready, it's not early, Lao Wang said to camp in the open space in front," the upright caravan deputy said with a grin in a thick accent.

"Camp, are you about to meet the bandits?" he muttered quietly, his gaze falling on the back of the accented man who kept shouting and informing the entire caravan, but his gaze gradually turned from momentary firmness to helplessness.

At night, the camp was brightly lit, a group of people were eating barbecue with wild game in the mountains as raw materials and chatting, so lively, Yang Xuan was also immersed in the atmosphere of strong brotherhood at the moment, as if he was drunk and half awake.

"Uncle Wang, ...... here" He seemed to stop talking.

"What's wrong?" Wang Sun was a little strange, "Oh, I know, the first time I spent the night in the mountains, I wasn't used to it, right?

"No, Uncle Wang......" The scene in the fantasy world is so beautiful, he can't bear to destroy this atmosphere, but if it is allowed to continue, such a cruel scene will reappear, this group of upright and honest men will turn into cold corpses in an instant, maybe their faces are still full of horror and unwillingness before death.

"Okay, okay, don't be so hypocritical," Wang Sun laughed, patted Yang Xuan's shoulder and comforted him, got up and left, as if he had gone drinking, he had always thought that he was not used to this kind of wild life.

......

At night, it was still a panicked shout that pierced the silence of the camp, and for a moment the cold light flickered in the darkness, and every time the sound of an extremely thick heavy object falling to the ground sounded, it was accompanied by a living simple man falling to the ground and dying.

The sounds of laughter, shouting, and screaming mingled to play the song of death in the middle of the night.

Yang Xuan shrank quietly in the tent, didn't panic, didn't shout, just hugged his knees, and his eyes were moist, "Why...... Why do I have to go through it again, why can't I save them when I know it"

"Yang Xuan, Yang boy...... Run, these brutes are raw faces, hmm, Lao Tzu's goods, Lao Tzu's brothers......"

"There are two more here, don't try to run"

A few sharp-eyed bandits followed the sound here, and the steel knife in their hands was smeared with carbon across their necks, and their eyes were fierce.

"Stop, they are a businessman, a scholar, they don't seem to have the ability to resist, so spare their lives"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Xuan saw the emaciated man covering his face with a pitch-black cloth, those eyes, deep in pity, sighed...... "Master" Yang Xuan unconsciously cried out.

The man was stunned, looked back at him meaningfully, and stood quietly to the side, without speaking.

......

As soon as the day dawned, Wang Sun and some powerless caravan servants were tied up in a dejected manner, walking in front like free-range, being ruthlessly kicked and beaten, insulted, as if they had lost their souls, and did not make any moves

"Boss, what to do with these people"

Yang Xuan looked up at the gloomy man in front of the wooden house above, "Xiao Qiang?"

"Oh, you know me," the big man asked, stunned for a moment, a little playfully.

Seeing that he was no longer silent, Dahan's brows furrowed, "It's just a poor scholar, and he killed something,"

The bandits who were guarding them at the bottom of the "Okay" were happy when they heard this, and they had done a lot of this kind of careless thing about people's lives, and their mentality was distorted, as if they had received some reward.

"Let them go" The ghost sent a god, and the extremely familiar figure of Yang Xuan stood up abruptly, looking at all this lightly.

"Justification"

"They don't threaten"

"Huh...... I mean, why are you?"

The emaciated figure didn't speak, but just stared firmly at the big man at the head, his eyes were calm and terrifying.

"Remember, you're just a lost dog, if it weren't for me, you'd have died under the siege of a group of innate masters" The big man smiled playfully, and then instantly became hideous "I said, kill them"

Listening to this conversation, Yang Xuan was confused, this scene was different from the memory, and he couldn't even tell which one was real and which one was what he really wanted to experience in his heart.