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Ye Xiaolou was hurriedly sent to the doctor, but he was too frightened, his body was not injured, but he couldn't wake up for a while.

When he was brought back to Xiang's house, he was checked by Doctor Bai again, and even Xiang Rong rushed over after hearing the news.

He seemed to be in a state of half-asleep and half-awake now. After the gunshot, his consciousness was confused for a moment, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear who was saying what.

But after he calmed down, he felt that the person holding him had changed from Xiang Shaochen to Xiang Yan. The familiar smell from his father made him feel very at ease. Xiang Yan held him tightly all the way, even if he let him go She didn't let go of him on the bed either.

It was not the first time Ye Xiaolou used a gun, nor was it the first time to kill someone, nor was it the first time that his spirit would be so strongly affected after a murder.

This feeling is very similar to that rainy night, when he saw his mother's cold body lying there, his heartbeat almost stopped at that moment.

However, in this world, he doesn't have only one relative, nor does he have so much love and hate to speak of. He doesn't even need to hold his sword tightly when he falls asleep at night, and put a hidden weapon under his pillow.

He was held in Xiang Yan's arms when he fell asleep, but now he couldn't open his eyes.

Xiang Shaochen originally wanted to stay by Ye Xiaolou's side and wait for him to wake up, but Xiang Yan closed the door tightly and refused to let anyone in except the doctor. Xiang Shaochen ran back and forth several times, looking very anxious.

Xia Boqiang followed him all the time, afraid that the prince would do something impulsively, and he didn't even have time to heal his neck.

"Why haven't you woken up?" Xiang Shaochen kicked the table with a bang, and he kicked the round wooden table directly to the wall, and the things on the table spilled all over the floor.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked terribly frightening, "Even if he was knocked out with a stick, he should have woken up by this time! Did these doctors give him the wrong injection?"

Unfortunately, when a doctor from Xiang's family heard this, his legs went limp in fright—they were about to give the wrong injection. Don't need to tell the prince, Mr. Xiang would drag them out and kill them all. A hundred times!Are they desperate? !

Xia Boqiang tilted his neck, bowed his waist tremblingly, and sweated from the pain in his neck, "Prince, please be gentle, Mr. Xiang is in the room with the young master now."

If Xiang Yan heard the commotion outside, he might open the door and shoot someone to kill someone!

Xiang Shaochen glanced at him coldly, Xia Boqiang suddenly became terrified, clutching his neck and almost crying.

Xiang Shaochen said angrily: "Where's the doctor? Go over and let him straighten your neck for you!"

Xiang Shaochen made a gesture to kick, but Xia Boqiang ran away in a hurry.

If this is handed over to Ke Jianshi, he won't need this neck anymore!

Xiang Yan has not said a word since he brought Ye Xiaolou back, and sat silently by the bed.

Although Ye Xiaolou is usually a little angry about getting up, he doesn't like to stay in bed. Even if he doesn't want to get up in bed occasionally, as long as Xiang Yan coaxes him a little, Ye Xiaolou will sit up indifferently, and raise his hand to ask Xiang Yan to give him a hand. wear clothes.

But the whole night passed, and it was already lunch time, yet Ye Xiaolou hadn't woken up yet.

——When is he going to sleep?

Ye Xiaolou stood in the void, his eyes were white, as if he had returned to the beginning of life.

From an unknown distance, a scene began to slowly emerge. He stood there blankly watching, knowing that the scene was slowly spreading, spreading his entire field of vision.

——Snow clothing building.

This building, which represents the top of the martial arts world, is like a sharp and proud sword inserted straight into the thousands of mountains and rivers. It will always stand alone and regard human life like ants, even if Ye Xiaolou has lived in it for many years. In an instant, I felt a chill in my heart.

Everyone in the world now knows that only the landlord of Xueyilou is the one who stands at the pinnacle of power in the martial arts world, but few people have seen his true colors.It was once rumored that he was no longer young, but still magnificent. The sword in his hand, the jade on his body, and even the ribbon on his long black hair, many people looked up and longed for him, but no one had ever touched a corner of his clothes.

Countless people have sacrificed their lives for him, only to take a look at him, but the owner of Xueyilou, especially what ordinary people can touch?

Although Ye Xiaolou's mother is beautiful, she is weak and gentle. She has never practiced martial arts since she was a child. It can be said that she is a weak woman with no strength. Love, but no one has ever put this woman in their eyes.

However, when it comes to love, how can we talk about being worthy or not?

Ye Xiaolou's eyes were slightly wet, he seemed to see his young self walking towards the unreachable stairs step by step with his seriously ill and weak mother on his back.

"Just one more look at him, mother just needs one more look at him, and she will get better."

The young Ye Shaoqing always heard his mother say this, so when she was seriously ill in bed and seeing her getting weaker day by day, Ye Shaoqing finally carried her out of the hut. Ye Shaoqing was only a few years old at the time, but his mother was already so thin Even he can back it up.

Ye Xiaolou murmured: "You lied to me, you said that seeing him would make you feel better."

At this moment, the young Ye Shaoqing seemed to be looking at Ye Xiaolou across time and space, and the immature sharp voice and the deep and hoarse voice strangely overlapped.

"Why did you lie to me? Why did you leave me? Could it be that I am in your heart, not as important as him looking at you?"

Ye Xiaolou's eyes were dark, tears kept rolling down from his eyes, his voice was almost hoarse, "Mother, don't you want me?"

"Let's live together, okay? Why do you have to come to him, isn't it enough to have me with you?"

Ye Xiaolou clenched his fists tightly, just like he stood in front of the grand gate of Xueyilou many years ago, panicking like a lost child.

"what are you doing here."

Ye Xiaolou opened his eyes wide.

With the hem of the black robe hanging down to the ground, this man walked like a mysterious black cat, except for the rustling sound of the long hem dragging on the ground, there was no sound of footsteps.

People in the rivers and lakes respectfully call him the landlord of his life, and everyone who sees him kneels down in awe, as if he can immediately sacrifice his life to him with just one word.

However, few people know that Lou Xueyi himself never wears white clothes, nor does he let his only son wear them. His dark slim robes are always full of a unique sense of laziness and mystery.

This man's appearance looks as if carved from ice, his facial features are exquisite and perfect, and his long black hair almost falls to the ground - Ye Xiaolou has always felt that he cherishes his hair more than most people's lives.The reason is that Ye Xiaolou once saw a maid whose finger was cut off alive because she broke one of his hairs.

Ye Xiaolou had an unbelievable look in his eyes, as if he saw a ghost in broad daylight.

Lou Xueyi's skin was snow-white, and his young and handsome face seemed to have been frozen in ice all year round. He looked at Ye Xiaolou quietly, with a casual smile in his eyes.

"Lord." Ye Xiaolou subconsciously wanted to kneel down on one knee, but suddenly remembered something, and stood up straight again.

Lou Xueyi looked at him for a while, then suddenly raised the corners of her lips, "What did you call me?"

His pupils were moist, and the long and narrow pupils looked breathtaking, but his eyes were as cold as ice and snow. Even when he smiled, there was an indescribable cruelty and evil in his smile.

Ye Xiaolou said coldly: "The landlord's authority is all over the world. Even if Shaoqing is no longer a member of Xueyilou, why is it wrong to call you a doctor landlord?"

Lou Xueyi's figure flashed, and the next second he was standing in front of Ye Xiaolou, approaching his face.

Ye Xiaolou remained motionless.

Lou Xueyi seemed to be admiring him, her slender fingers gently brushed across his face, and her sharp fingertips scratched his skin.

"You... didn't call me that before." Lou Xueyi narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at him with a light smile.

If he showed such a smile to someone, that person might immediately be willing to die for him.

Ye Xiaolou used to do it too, and he probably died like this once.

"Then what should I call you?"

Lou Xueyi's face was so close to him, Ye Xiaolou could almost see his slender and soft eyelashes, his eyes were as warm as gemstones, which could make people sink in.

There was an aura like ice piercing through his body, and Ye Xiaolou suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

This face...he had seen another person, a man with the same face as Lou Xueyi.

"Come back, Xiaolou." Lou Xueyi sighed in his ear, "Daddy shouldn't have left you and left you alone."

"No." Ye Xiaolou said softly, "You are not my father."