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In the gloomy secret room, the dark yellow candles flickered, and the unique humid air on the ground rushed towards our faces.

There were whispers of conversation inside.

"What happened 15 years ago... really didn't leave any trouble?"

The voice was old and hoarse, "No."

"Then what's the matter with Lian Lanyi? What's the matter with the young master of the Demon Sect! Senior brother, I don't want to be soft-hearted for a while!"

"…I know."

The gray-haired old man closed his eyes tiredly, and opened them after a while, his eyes hale and hearty, "I'm old, and I don't want to care about what happened back then, they are sorry for Susu...I have already avenged her."

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There was the sound of stones rolling down, and the white-haired old man's eyes sharpened, and he pointed out that a pure inner force rushed straight towards the wall, instantly flying ash, "Who!"

There was a big hole in the wall, and the man in the blue jumpsuit took a step back with a pale complexion.

His face was as gentle as jade, but his eyes were extremely ferocious. He trembled uncontrollably, and his throat was almost bleeding from tears, "Master...it's you!"

The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, but the younger middle-aged man beside him laughed loudly, "Lian Lanwu! The way of heaven is reincarnation!"

The man in the green shirt immediately shot his eyes like a knife, and shot at the middle-aged man, "Who are you!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were full of hatred, he didn't answer his words, and directly said to kill him, "You don't need to know."

The white-haired old man: "Junior brother!"

The middle-aged man paused, "Brother, you are still protecting him!"

After all, he would never listen to persuasion again, and his tricks were fatal.

Lian Lanyi dodged in embarrassment, but kept looking at the white-haired old man, and asked bitterly, "Master! What happened back then... Did you do it?"

The white-haired old man: "So what?"

Lian Lanyi's head buzzed, his eyes were almost bleeding, and he yelled, "Why!"

The man who was obviously tall and straight now seemed to have had his spiritual bones removed, looking decadent and desperate.

The white-haired old man was silent.

Lian Lanyi dodged the middle-aged man's moves, but he was still injured, and the smell of blood spread in the secret room... For a moment, he seemed to have returned to that night 15 years ago, with blood flowing like a river, sobbing and weeping, Lian Lan Villa All were wiped out overnight.

Parents, younger brothers, nanny, friends who practiced together... Familiar faces fell down in front of his eyes, covered in blood, and never breathed again.

Hatred filled Lian Lanyi's brain, he raised his sword and stabbed at the white-haired old man——

"Yi'er, this is a move I taught, and you actually use it to deal with me? After all these years, you still haven't improved?"

Lian Lanyi's laughter almost seemed to be crying, "Haha... It's ridiculous that I have been laughing at me for so many years! It turned out to be a thief as my father!"

"Brother! If you don't get rid of this child, there will be serious troubles in the future!"

The middle-aged man was not strong enough, so he stopped and frowned at the white-haired old man, reminding him.

The white-haired old man sighed, "Yi'er, I have raised you for 15 years as a teacher, and it's time to settle what happened back then."

He flattened his palm and placed it across his chest. With just one simple movement, the secret room was shaken, and the overwhelming aura rushed towards his face, making it almost unsteady to stand——

Lian Lanyi's face was indifferent, almost mocking.

He was already heartbroken.

It's just pity that I can't avenge my father, mother and younger brother with my own hands... He closed his eyes to hide the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind, and the sharpness almost cut his cheek, but the palm didn't land on him for a long time.

Uneasiness gradually rose in Lian Lanyi's heart, and his eyes opened instantly, but the sight he saw made him almost lose his breath——

"Little fish!"

The young man in red was holding his sword, his eyes were dark and bottomless, and his face was so pale that he seemed about to fall down in a second.

A puddle of blood had gathered under his feet, and blood was gradually dripping from the hem of his clothes, and a strong smell of blood emanated from his body.

He tilted his head slightly, his blood-soaked temple hair pressed against Yubai's cheeks, the corners of his lips seemed to be hooked, and he said softly, "Brother."

Lian Lanyi didn't cry when she just learned that her father-like master was an enemy.

When Master wanted to silence her, even Lan Yi didn't cry.

But at this time, his tears came out all at once.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

He was trembling all over, and he stretched out his hand to touch it, but he retracted it as if it was hot, and asked in a trembling voice, "Little fish, are you alright?"

He didn't dare to touch it, for he was afraid that if he touched it, the person in front of him would disappear with it.

He has lost so much.

Lian Lanyu shook her head, her normally expressionless face became radiant, the young man's eyes lit up, and he paused every word, "I avenged my parents with my own hands."

His body swayed, and he was about to fall.

Lian Lanyi's heart skipped a beat, and he stepped forward to hug the young man, his voice was so dry that he could hardly speak, "...Yes, we Xiaoyu are the best."

He turned his head hastily, but two lines of blood and tears slid down the corners of his eyes.

The pulse condition is so broken... there is no way to recover.

Lian Lanyu smiled, a very cheerful smile, showing fine white teeth, and curved eyes, resembling the appearance of being ignorant of the world when she was a child.

Lian Lanyi was heartbroken, and said sadly, "Xiaoyu...don't laugh...don't laugh!"

Blood slid out from the corner of the young man's mouth, staining the fine white teeth red, large streams of blood... as if he didn't want money, it poured out all over his head.

The breath gradually weakened.

Lian Lanyi's eyes widened suddenly——

"Brother, you have to live well..."

The blood-stained white wrist weakly slipped from the man's palm, splashing light dust.

Heart-piercing cries sounded, like a cornered animal driven to a dead end, crying blood every word, "Little fish! Little fish..."

But there was no such child anymore, and the strange spirit suddenly came out from behind, with big innocent eyes open, he said, "Why are you calling me, brother?"

Memories of the past are like the wind, and now they disappear without a trace.

"Pass!"

At this time, the crew did not have the joy of finishing, and the set was silent.

A little girl quietly wiped her tears and whispered, "It's so cruel..."

Jiang Chuan frowned, and shouted, "It's over! Why are you standing there, this is acting!"

The director shouted loudly, and everyone woke up like a dream, busy with their work, but their eyes still quietly fell on those two people.

Gu Jingyun still hugged the boy, his expression dazed.

Chu Qiumo quietly opened his eyes, pushed him when no one was paying attention, and said in a low voice, "Aren't you going to let me get up?"

Gu Jingyun looked down at him.

Chu Qiumo was taken aback by the look in his eyes, and asked, "...what's wrong with you?"

Gu Jingyun closed his eyes and managed to calm down his ups and downs, "It's okay, get up."

He stood up and pulled the boy up as well.

Seeing that he was really fine, Chu Qiumo showed a smile, bypassed the man, and ran towards Jiang Chuan bouncingly, "Director Jiang, where is my shocking red envelope?"

The crew laughed.

Jiang Chuan stuffed a thick red envelope into the boy's hand, with a disgusted expression, but a smile in his eyes, "Go, go, take it, don't bother me!"

Chu Qiumo took the red envelope in his hand, squeezed it, and said with a smile, "It's finally finished! I'm exhausted!"

Gu Jingyun stood not far away, looking at the young man with a lively expression, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

very nice.

You are alive and we are still together.

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I wrote myself crying...