The best are seeking death every day, and the big guys are killing each other indiscriminately.

There is also a role for the original's youngest son in the plot. After accidentally learning about his life experience, he plans to avenge his father and brother, eliminate harm for the people, and even almost kills them. He is a super BOSS.

Although he was unsuccessful, his experience was mentioned in the plot. He grew up in Yong'an, Qingzhou, and lived with an old beggar. It was not until the old beggar passed away when he was sixteen that he left that sad place.

Later, he fell off a cliff and obtained the lost secret realm of martial arts, and then he began his wandering journey in the world.

Looking at it this way, it seems that he is the prototype of the protagonist. If he succeeds in overthrowing Wen Yuxuan, I am afraid he will be the protagonist.

Wen Mingyuan's eye circles were already red, and his words were incoherent: "No, I, it's not, it's not like this..."

He wanted to say that Wen Shao didn't owe him anything, but also wanted to say that this kind of thing wasn't worth it for Wen Shao to drop everything and go there himself. He was excited and happy, but also very nervous, fearing that this was a dream.

It wasn't until half a stick of incense that he calmed down and said sadly: "Father can't have too much hope. What if this is really hopeless?"

He looked at his legs and thought everything through.

It turns out that his father saw hope of recovering from his leg injury, so he was suddenly so kind to him. But if this time it was all in vain, would he stop caring about him again?

Wen Mingyuan lowered his head with a calm expression. He was no longer a young child. No matter what the outcome was, he could accept it. Even if the leg disease could not be cured, at least during this period, he had enjoyed the warmth from his father, right? ?

Even if my father changes back later, it won't be a big deal because he can already regulate his emotions.

Wen Shao: "Don't worry, we will be saved this time."

No matter how firmly he said it, Wen Mingyuan could not feel any ripples in his heart. He just thought calmly, treating this as a stolen time. After returning, everyone will be the same as before.

Wen Shao looked at his face. Although he was respectful and calm, his hands clenched tightly on his knees and even trembled, proving that he was not as indifferent as he seemed on the surface.

But he didn't say much. When the fact of healing was not in front of him, no amount of comfort seemed pale.

[Xiaobai, attack. 】

【Okay, okay! 】

During this period of time on the road, let's use warmth and whiteness to fill his anxiety.

"Shut up!"

The carriage suddenly stopped. Wen Mingyuan swayed. He felt relieved when he saw that Wen Shao was fine. Then he laughed at himself in his heart. His father was the best swordsman in the world. How could he become unsteady because of the frightened horse?

But he...

Whenever this happened, he hated his own powerlessness, took a deep breath, and asked, "What's going on?"

"This..." the coachman said, "the owner of the door, the eldest son, suddenly appeared in front of the car. A white wolf cub blocked the car and refused to let it go."

"Oh? White Wolf?" Wen Shao opened the curtain, looked ahead, and turned his body slightly to give Wen Mingyuan a clear view of the situation in front.

A little white-haired thing, a tiny one with bright eyes, lay weakly in front of the carriage and whispered pitifully to the carriage.

Wen Mingyuan's heart skipped a beat and he spoke before Wen Shao: "Dad, it seems to be injured. Should we save it?"

The young man recalled some past events and looked at Wen Shao nervously, fearing that he would drive the white wolf away unkindly.

When he was a child, he was always depressed because of his father's neglect. Someone happened to give his father a white wolf cub as a gift. His father disliked the trouble and gave it to his servants to raise, but he liked it very much and couldn't put it down.

The white wolf stayed with him for a long time. He grew up very slowly, but the white wolf grew bigger and bigger, and gradually became wild. He showed his teeth and showed his ability to protect his master.

Once, his younger brother Wen Yuxuan came to him on a whim. When the white wolf saw the stranger, he bit him on the calf. After that, his father found out about it. With his plea, the white wolf saved his life and was driven away. Go back to the mountains and forests to fend for yourself.

"Ouch~" Wen Bai yelled again, pitifully, and Wen Mingyuan looked at Wen Shao nervously.

Without any help, Wen Shao got out of the car and picked up the white wolf cub himself, taking a look at the blood stains on his hind legs.

[What kind of blood is this? It’s quite real. 】

You can buy a large bag of plasma produced by the system for 10 points, and it won’t show at all when applied on your legs.

Wen Shao sat back in the carriage and said to the driver: "Keep on going."

"Yes."

The carriage started slowly, and the little white wolf groaned in Wen Shao's arms. Wen Mingyuan glanced at it: "Dad, are we going to keep it?"

Wen Shao was applying medicine to Wen Bai's hind legs and wrapping its "wound" with a strip of cloth so that Wen Mingyuan could not see it: "Wolves are animals that live in groups. Seeing as it is weak and injured, it will not follow. I’m afraid we won’t live long.”

"I remember you like white wolves, don't you? Then keep them."

Wen Mingyuan pursed his lips and asked carefully: "Then if it hurts my brother again... let's send it away."

Although he wanted to keep her alive, he didn't want to suffer the heartbreaking pain of the past again.

Wen Shao paused his hand, without raising his head, and said in a stern tone: "If he can still be injured by the wolf now, all these years of martial arts training will be in vain."

"Ouch~" The cloth wrapped the "wound", and Wen Bai came back to life full of blood. He always remembered his warm-hearted little wolf character, looked at Wen Mingyuan with his round eyes, and flapped his little paws.

"It seems that he likes you very much." Wen Shao put Wen Bai on his hand, "Well, you just get along well."

The belated soft touch seemed to heal the child who was so sad that he secretly cried under the quilt many years ago. Wen Mingyuan carefully touched it from head to tail with his fingertips, and the look on his face finally relaxed.

This young man who was able to run the Yanmen Sect in perfect order at the age of eighteen would only become nervous when facing family affection, and only at this moment would he rarely show a sincere smile.

"Since you look so white, I'll call you Xiaobai."

"Ouch~" Wen Bai flicked his tail, very happy.

He likes this name!