May I ask who's calling?

"Zhao Xiaoyu, did you smash Wen Qing's soul on purpose? If Su Feng didn't stop it in time, would you still want to destroy Wen Qing's body?"

In the punishment hall, Zhao Xiaoyu fell in embarrassment on the huge questioning heart stone platform. On his neck was the blue mark left by the man called father who was almost strangled to death, and on his face was the dry mark left by the tears. The Chinese clothes were in a mess, the hairband was broken on one side, and the long hair was scattered all over the floor.He felt dizzy before his eyes.

Facing the father who seemed eager to rush up and hack him to death in the next second, Zhao Xiaoyu suddenly smiled softly, raised his hand and casually wiped the blood from his forehead, and said softly and nonchalantly: "Yes Ah? That was the soul I found with blood sacrifices, and then I raised it with my own blood month after month. That’s all, you sacrifice my life to exchange his life, I almost died, but you didn't do what you promised me. Naturally, now I don't want to keep it anymore, so I smashed it, so what, he is already dead, Wen Qing is already dead, even if there is a wisp With the soul still there, it is impossible for him to come back to life."

The failure of the questioning heart stone proved that what he said was the truth.

The tall man holding the sword was heartbroken because the souls of his parents and children dissipated. He pointed at Zhao Xiaoyu's sword tip and trembled, his bloodshot eyes were full of hatred: "He is your real brother! For so long, you Is the respect and love for him all just pretending?"

"Brother who has never met?" Zhao Xiaoyu seemed to have heard some funny joke, raised a hand to cover his mouth, and said with a smile, "If you don't tell me, I almost forgot, so did I. Where is your own child?"

Wen Songfeng was stunned for a moment, and then said even more angrily: "You are not worthy to be my child, nor his brother."

Zhao Xiaoyu has long been numb to such words. He is no longer the fool who was sad for a long time because of his father's dislike, and was willing to risk his life in order to get his father's love.

He said frankly to everyone: "Yeah, I'm pretending. No one in the sect has ever looked at me, until I pretended to like that short-lived ghost. It really makes me sick. I was born and died for the sect, and I almost died a few times." No, in the end, all these sacrifices are not as attractive to you as my pretending to like him. I have been back for so many years, but my surname is still Zhao, the head of Wen. Now you say that he is my real brother, Tell me, what kind of brother with a different surname is this?"

There was an uproar in the hall.

Zhao Xiaoyu didn't care at all, and felt that he had a clear conscience in everything he did, but...he didn't dare to look in that person's direction.

"Even what you have been showing people is false, so what else is true about you? Zhao Xiaoyu, using his liking to Wenqing to approach us to Su Feng, I am afraid it is also to use Su Feng to consolidate his position as the young master. "

"I haven't." Zhao Xiaoyu immediately denied it, and at the same time looked in the direction that he didn't dare to look at for a moment.

Li Sufeng also looked towards him at that moment, his eyes lost the warmth of the past, and some were only disappointed. Zhao Xiaoyu knew that he was disappointed, and his liking for Wen Qing was just pretending.But even so, he wanted to tell him that he wasn't using him.

The person next to Li Sufeng asked angrily the moment he finished speaking, "How dare you say that you have never thought about it this way?"

Zhao Xiaoyu raised her voice: "I didn't!"

But seeing the stone platform light up, a crack appeared on his originally calm expression.

"The questioning heart stone is on! He's lying!"

"Sure enough, it's a bitch from the countryside."

"Things that can't be put on the table."

……

The swearing was sharp and piercing, Li Sufeng clenched the hilt of his sword slightly, but then he was at a loss again.What qualifications does he have to stand up for Zhao Xiaoyu?Even their feelings are fake.

Zhao Xiaoyu couldn't listen to everyone's scolding, he could only see that person walking towards him step by step, walked up to the stone platform, and looked down at him.

After a while, he asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I just want to ask one thing, that night. Did you lie to me?"

Zhao Xiaoyu's heart tightened, but she still pretended to be calm: "I didn't lie to you."

The questioning heart stone lit up.

Li Xufeng laughed angrily, and his voice echoed throughout the execution hall, laughing so much that everyone looked at him in horror: "It's really you, Zhao Xiaoyu, I was fooled by you from the very beginning, thanks to the fact that I have been I feel guilty and pity you, what is real about you? Oh yes, you still want to pretend to be him, if I didn’t believe it at the beginning, would you have accepted everything about him frankly?”

Zhao Xiaoyu wanted to explain, but he never lied to him about that matter.But before he could make a sound, he was interrupted.

"Don't try to lie to me again, Zhao Xiaoyu, I won't be fooled by you again. Now, I finally understand a word, poor people must have something to hate."

After speaking, he resolutely left, leaving Zhao Xiaoyu alone.

Thousands of arrows piercing the heart, that's all.

For the rest of his punishment and sentence, he could no longer listen to a word, and he couldn't muster any energy to refute, as if it had nothing to do with him.

How did things get to this point?

Lying in the dark cage, Zhao Xiaoyu called her mother in a low voice, and her memory gradually returned to that poor and remote mountain village in the past. Nothing was good there, but the only thing that was good was that her mother was still there.