In the hall where the colored light flowed, the stone pillar that had previously marked the array pass disappeared, and only the stone pillar of the other heart pass looked quite wonderful under the cover of brilliance. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Since that's the case, then come on" Yang Xuan smiled indifferently, stretched out his hand and touched the stone pillar, and the colored light that spread throughout the entire space suddenly disappeared completely, and darkness descended on his body, as if he had restored the scene encountered in the previous formation.

Before he had time to be surprised, a faint light suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of him, which seemed to be guiding, and Yang Xuan walked forward suspiciously.

He didn't know how long he walked, as if he only knew how to walk forward, as if the light had an indescribable magic, but he didn't notice that the dark scene around him had changed unconsciously.

"Mother?" Yang Xuan was surprised, and subconsciously looked around, "This is ...... At home?"

A bluestone paved path extends from the foot to a small pavilion not far away, surrounded by clear water around the pavilion, swimming fish churning, a four- or five-year-old boy keeps running and frolicking around the three beautiful women sitting in the pavilion.

"That's it, Aunt Lian...... And Aunt Lan, that kid ......" Yang Xuan fell into deep thought, looking at everything around him in disbelief.

"It's big brother......! What the hell is this ......?"

"It's Sister Lian, I'm afraid I'm about to give birth."

Yang Xuan was dazed when he heard his mother say this.

Soon after, an old man with a slumped figure and gray hair came here in a rather anxious manner, and as he passed the bluestone path, he seemed to stumble and almost fall.

As if he had said something to his mother, he left in a hurry, and at this time, in the pavilion, there were only two aunts left and the eldest brother, who was only five years old at this time.

"Sister, this Li Yiru ...... Sold ...... What"

The voice was very small, and he didn't hear it clearly, but he saw that Aunt Lian had a gloomy face, and she seemed to be quite proud, muttering something in a low voice, but after a cup of tea, both of them left here.

Yang Xuan hasn't reacted yet, this time is so strange, it's true that people are the people in their memories, and the scene is indeed home, but he himself seems to not exist, and everything he is familiar with suddenly becomes extremely unfamiliar.

The next moment, Yang Xuan subconsciously felt a spirit, as if he was being targeted by something, his whole body was unnaturally chilled, a little creepy, and he quietly looked around, only to see the end of the bluestone path, not to the pavilion.

The little boy who seemed to be his eldest brother was staring at himself fiercely, and he didn't know what he had experienced at this age, his eyes were very cold and evil.

Yang Xuan was shocked, "You...... Know me?" As soon as the words fell, in the blink of an eye, the child disappeared, and the wind blew all around, the flowers and plants danced, and the lake rippled slightly.

Just when he was slightly stunned, the scene changed again, his mother collapsed on the bed, and Yang Xuan saw his father, Yang Wenchang, the king of Zhennan, this time in a place he was extremely familiar with, in Ning Xinyuan

The strange thing is that his existence is really like air, no one pays attention, and he only sees the two aunts behind his father with secretly happy faces.

Suddenly, Daddy seemed to be angry, and slapped his unconscious mother in the face, Yang Xuan inadvertently felt a hot pain on his face, he didn't care about thinking about the reason, he came to his side with an arrow, and reached out to grab his father's arm.

"What are you doing, Dad...... Watching his hand gently pass through Yang Wenchang's arm, Yang Xuan was completely stunned.

Then, he found that his father did not seem to be relieved, and his right hand was raised again, hitting his mother's pale face hard, everything seemed to be completely unfamiliar, and tears slipped down silently.

"Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you, why did you beat your mother, why" Yang Xuan kept crying, trying to stop his father but couldn't, in a panic, he didn't realize that his voice was gradually becoming immature, and he didn't notice that the five-year-old boy next to Aunt Lan instantly became thirteen or fourteen years old.

"You get out of the way" Yang Wenchang's sudden angry roar made Yang Xuan stunned, and he looked at himself as if he was only six or seven years old.

At this time, the mother woke up, stroked her red and swollen cheeks, and looked at herself with tears in her eyes.

In the dark, he seemed to hear his mother's voice, "Xuan'er, my mother misses you so much"

The tears that had been suppressed burst the embankment again, rushing like a river, struggling to pounce on her, wailing and crying.

......

......

On the silent winter street, a middle-aged woman in coarse rags and shivering from the cold walked tremblingly between the markets, even if her tattered clothes could not hide the woman's beautiful face.

It's just that the graceful temperament on the body seems a little inconsistent with this.

Behind him, followed by a child with a dull face and unfocused eyes, a little face flushed from the cold, dripping snot, and the same shabby cotton wool was haphazardly tied to his body by a hemp rope from nowhere, which might have been somewhat warmer in the woman's thoughts.

Suddenly, the beautiful woman was surprised, and lowered her body to rummage in the snow looking for something, "Xuan'er, look, what did my mother find?"

The child raised his head in confusion, and saw the woman stretching out her chapped palm, handing over half of the dirty, frozen steamed buns, and her expression was not sad or happy.

"Hehe, can you eat enough today, are you happy" The beautiful woman seemed to be talking to this child, and wanted to be talking to herself, as if owning this half of the steamed bun was a great joy.

The child's face is still expressionless, but his unfocused eyes seem to fluctuate slightly.......

The beautiful woman was stunned, a little incredulous, the half of the steamed bun in her hand fell to the ground unconsciously, tears welled up in her dry eyes, and she suddenly reached out and hugged the child tightly to her chest.

At this moment, the wind and snow seemed to have stopped, unwilling to disturb the suffering mother and son.

......

......

"Xuan'er, run, run" is still the same outfit, or a similar scene.

The beautiful woman shouted hoarsely at the sluggish child, and several middle-aged men in fur coats beside her were smiling cruelly with swords pinned to their waists, and they did not move, as if they were waiting for what kind of pleasure this stupid mongrel could bring them.

"Don't worry about my mother, my mother can escape, you can go quickly...... The tears shed by the beautiful woman seemed to stimulate the child, and the sluggishness in her pupils changed, as if she was confused, as if she was angry.

The child's performance seemed to the miserable mother to be terrified to the extreme, and she held back the tears in the corners of her eyes, turned her head, looked resentfully at the gorgeous carriage and horses not far away, and shouted loudly.

"Haven't you hurt our two badly enough?, how can you be willing?" the beautiful woman was a little crazy, and her hideous expression looked quite terrifying.

"You speak, you brute, Xuan'er is still a child, he's still a child......"

The car on the other side of the road was unmoved, only the horse pulling the cart snorted indifferently, and the white steam steamed, mixed with the wind and snow of the same color, which was not so conspicuous.

When the child saw his mother's strange appearance, he looked at the splendid carriage and horse with a dull look in his eyes, and the unknown light in his eyes was even worse, but his expression was even more dull.

"Well, I know what you want, but please spare my child, you are also his aunt," cried the beautiful woman, regardless of whether the wind and snow would convey her meaning there.

Turning his head, he looked at the child lovingly, and the tears in his eyes were like pearls, overflowing with reluctance.

Suddenly, the beautiful woman looked up to the sky and shouted with a very sad heart, and there seemed to be bright red left at the corner of her mouth, so she fell to the ground, letting the blood in her mouth soak the snow, and was covered by the snow, and before she died, she didn't even look at her child.

The child's pupils widened suddenly, as if he couldn't believe it, and a hoarse voice appeared from his throat, "Mother's ......"

The corners of his eyes were moist, and his stiff movements seemed to be active a lot in an instant, and he struggled to crawl to the beautiful woman, pushing and shoving gently, and shouting over and over again, "Mother...... Mother's ......" voice was annihilated in the wind and snow.

In the distance, the curtain opened a corner, and a blood-red wooden block stretched out of the curtain, which looked extremely eye-catching in this silver-white space.

As if as promised before, several middle-aged men silently received this kind of instruction, slowly pulled out the long knife on their waists, and aimed it at the child's neck, the original playful expression was all put away, and only cruelty and ruthlessness were left on their faces.

For some reason, the child lying on the body of the beautiful woman stopped crying, and the confusion, resentment, and sadness in his eyes kept changing.

With a "clang", I don't know what fell to the ground, let the cold winter wind cover up, but the sound was extremely strange in the ears of middle-aged men and children.

The voice was like a urging sound, and the man's hand holding the knife suddenly fell, landing on the child's neck, the cold blade flashed with a ghostly light, and there was no trace of pity in his eyes, it seemed that only the pleasure of killing remained

The man looked at what was happening in front of him in amazement, as if he had seen a ghost, but saw the child's suddenly raised arm blocking the slash to his head.

In the blink of an eye, the child raised his head, his dull gaze became indifferent, as if there was nothing in his eyes that he cared about, and perhaps only the warm corpse on the ground could soften the cold eyes a little.

The middle-aged man was frightened, the arm holding the knife kept trembling, and the companion next to him also looked frightened, slowly retreating, his eyes fell on the child's eyes, and suddenly his face turned blue, and he fell to the ground with convulsions, and he was scared to death.

Blood red, shocking blood red, at this moment, the child's eyes were not human, revealing indifference, revealing hatred, and he was extremely skillful in taking the sword that the other person next to him had dropped on the ground.

"You killed her"

The middle-aged man shuddered, "No...... No...... It's not me, it's ...... She...... herself"

"You killed her," the child seemed to have only one sentence in his mouth.

"I ...... It's really not ......" In an instant, the blade of the sword slashed, and a head flew into the sky, with that frightened and frightened expression on his face.

"You killed her" let the blood splash on his body, and the child still had that frightening expression on his face, and the rest of the men shrank back, as if forgetting that the murderous devil in front of him was only a six or seven-year-old child, and also forgot that he could only let his group laugh and insult him in the last second.

"You kill her," the child said for the fourth time, and it seemed to fit some superstitious saying in the dark, and the sword light was as fast as lightning, and the rest of the middle-aged men were all killed, and the blood stained a large patch of snow, bewitching, hideous......