The villain wants to die with all his heart [Crossing the Book]

"Remember the first time we met?"

"Since I said I won't let go, then no matter what you look like, Ayan, I will never despise you!"

The young man's firm voice echoed in his ears, his warm hand pressed tightly against the skin of his wrist, the warmth burned into his heart, and all the anxiety and fear in his heart were easily dissipated at this moment.

Xie Yan's chin rested quietly on Gu Yu's shoulder, and the other hand that had been hanging silently by his side finally couldn't hold back at this moment, and slowly and carefully hugged Gu Yu back.

The palm of his hand was attached to this person's back, and when he touched the melody that was beating like him, all Xie Yan's emotions finally fell into place.

"I really, really like Ayu..." His eyes were slightly red, and he smiled and said the words that had been buried in his heart for a long time, and he dared not say it easily.

As soon as Xie Yan was born, he stood at the top level that most people could hardly reach in their entire lives. The young master of the famous sect of the cultivation world, the Northern Cold Sect, and the father of the venerable, who had a cultivation base in the distraction stage, came out with the test results of his aptitude for cultivating immortals. For a split second, everyone concluded that this baby who was still in its infancy would definitely give the Northern Cold Sect a more brilliant future.

Even in this realm of comprehension where geniuses emerge in endlessly, the two four-character labels of "extraordinary talent, rare in a hundred years" are rare to see, which is enough to see how outstanding Xie Yan is.

If that hadn't happened, maybe Xie Yan's life should go on as everyone expected: to be successful in cultivation, to reach a realm that his father could not touch, to take over the Northern Cold Sect, and lead the sect to a higher level layer.

It's a pity that the heavens have brought disaster, and Xie Yan still remembers the scene of his father before his death, which is deeply imprinted in his mind like a stone carving——

The eight-year-old child crawled up to his father in tears, and the figure that once stood tall in his eyes was now lying on the ground in disrepair, with blood stains soaking his dark green shirt not far away. An ominous monster he slayed in a single blow that nearly killed him.

He was just crying, unable to speak, lying in front of his father with dim eyes.

The vitality in his body was almost gone, and Xie Hen's sanity was almost completely lost, but he could feel the sobbing sound of the immature figure in front of him intermittently, and he couldn't let it go.

"Yan'er, give me... your hand..." said with great difficulty, the child in front of him tremblingly grasped Xie Hen's hand, as if he was afraid that his father would disappear in the next moment, even if it was trembling, the hand in his hand Strength but stubbornly refused to relax, just because crying too hard, but couldn't speak for a while.

"Heh... cough cough... Yan'er can't...can't be a crybaby. In the face of adversity, crying... is the most useless way. Solving... can't solve any problems..." Xie Hen's voice sounded intermittently, with difficulty, The father who used to hold up a world for the child in front of him with his broad arms was still teaching his only blood relative the child for the last time before he died.

"Father, Yan'er... Yan'er don't cry, Dad, get up... get up, okay..." Xiao Xie Yan suppressed the crying sound that overflowed from his throat, and Xiao Xie Yan only spoke a complete sentence intermittently. He was too scared, afraid that his father would be like When he was six years old, his mother disappeared so suddenly and left him forever.

Holding that immature little hand in his hand, Xie Hen looked at the child in front of him who was almost in tears, his eyes were blurred, he didn't know whether it was because of the tears or the loss of five senses before he died, he just ticked off with difficulty. lips, uttered his last words to Xie Yan, "Yan'er, don't...hate me..."

The remaining spiritual power in the body flowed from Xie Hen's body into Xiao Xie Yan's body like a river along the clasped hand, rushing all the way along the meridians, and the majestic spiritual power unceremoniously destroyed Xiao Xie Yan The meridians in the body are constantly feeding back and repairing in the blink of an eye.

The reason why the Xie clan was able to monopolize power in the Northern Cold Sect was not only the reason for the birth of geniuses in large numbers, but also a secret that was unknown to outsiders, and that was the "Star Continuation Art".

It's just that this exercise secret book is not for cultivation, it only has one magical function - to impart the exercise, but the conditions for using it are quite strict, not only requiring that the two subjects must be blood relatives, but also the person who imparts the exercise must be voluntary; The first head of the Xie family could obtain most of his cultivation through the "Star Continuation Art" when the previous head of the Xie family died. It is precisely because of this that the inheritance of the Xie family will not be cut off. Only the Northern Cold Sect can carve out a place in the cultivation world.

It's just that Xie Yan is only eight years old now, and he has just stepped into the road of cultivation. Such a huge and majestic cultivation of spiritual power cannot allow him to gain the comfort of improving his cultivation, but can only make him feel the pain of constantly destroying and recasting his meridians. pain.

But, there is no way, if Xie Hen doesn't do this...