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The legendary female demon is Tsing Yi Ruoshui, with a beautiful appearance, but she is rejected by people because of her powerful and terrifying threat.

Undoubtedly, she has not completely broken the seal. If this kind of legendary character wakes up, will he have the wisdom that ordinary people should have?

However, no matter what, it would be safest to strengthen the seal before she wakes up from the seal, and it would be better to keep the legend only in the legend.

It's just that she hasn't been able to determine the location of the seal after searching just now, otherwise...

The surrounding air was getting colder and colder, the ground had started to freeze and the area was getting wider and wider, Lin Luoyue was just about to close her eyes and try to search, when she suddenly felt strange.

Sure enough, the ground trembled slightly in the next moment, and the originally condensed frost melted and transpired into mist at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the temperature rose inch by inch.

The confidant who had been guarding Lin Luoyue's side suddenly exclaimed, her saber had melted, even if she herself had the support of cultivation, she might have stopped.

Lin Luoyue glanced at her, her eyes were slightly condensed, and blood oozed from her chapped lips, and the blood was evaporated very quickly.

Lin Luoyue hit her confidant with a spiritual energy, "You withdraw first. Ask the city to send some masters over."

She had already drawn her saber side by side, "If you are under the Nascent Soul Stage, if you don't have the Cold Spirit Orb, you will definitely not be able to get close to this wilderness."

His confidant looked at her worriedly, but left without hesitation.

Lin Luoyue was the only one left in the steaming water. She breathed the scorching hot air, and walked forward.

The ground quickly became stiff and cracked. She didn't walk far before she saw the figure of a woman in Tsing Yi.

Lin Luoyue held the knife cautiously.

The sound of porcelain shattering came from inside the house, and Lu Xingwan blinked.

She lived a fairly smooth time. When she was free, she met a few like-minded friends. When she grew up, she fought side by side with high spirits, and her fame gradually came.

It's just that after the age of 20, the time span in the sea of ​​consciousness becomes too regular, and there is no sign of change, so she always needs to spend some time to determine her position every time.

At this moment, she still had time to think carefully, and an unprecedented sadness hit her heart.

It was rare for Ye Hanxing to have such a strong emotional turmoil in his heart, and Lu Xingwan felt a little dizzy under the violent impact.

She suppressed this emotion and controlled herself to cry wearily. She turned around to look for Ye Hanxing's trace. What did she experience during this time?

When this thought arose, she saw the open door and a piece of blood-red clothes.

Ye Hanxing sat with her back in a strange living room, and she sat crookedly on the ground with her shoulders trembling slightly.

Lu Xingwan pressed her heart comfortably, she can be sure that she is in the Cold Sword Sect, but who owns this bedroom?

She walked over slowly, and saw a portrait of a person hanging in the room behind the beautiful veil. She suppressed the emotions that belonged to Ye Hanxing, and felt a little nervous again.

She looked at the portrait, she was a very beautiful woman, wearing a bright red dress, holding Qianshuang worn by Ye Hanxing in her hand, wearing a veiled hat on her head, she seemed to be in high spirits.

What could be so sad and so hopeless?

She also thought of Ye father Ye Hanxing's weird parenting style, and had a vague premonition in her heart that it was Ann.

Someone was approaching here, with eager steps, Ye Hanxing noticed it, but she didn't intend to move.

Lu Xingwan took a deep breath and turned his head to look. It was indeed Father Ye.

He is still dressed in white clothes, and the years have not left any frost on his face, only a pair of eyes look cold.

"What are you doing here?" There was a flash of strangeness on his face, and he quickly regained his composure, but his voice was clearly full of joy.

"As a daughter, am I not qualified to see my mother's residence?" Ye Hanxing asked back, this was the first time Lu Xingwan heard her use such a sarcastic tone with Ye's father.

When Father Ye raised Ye Hanxing when he was young, he seldom talked with her, but it wasn't true that he didn't communicate at all.

Occasionally, he would be in a better mood, and he would personally cook something for Ye Hanxing, or teach her calligraphy. Although it was rare, these were Ye Hanxing's most precious memories.

Even taking Lu Xingwan through this journey required a little more effort, pressing back these precious and precious feelings in order to move forward.

Lu Xingwan's father in his previous life was a bit sober, but he knew very well that he had no one to teach him in his previous life. She would feel that there was something wrong with her father on her own, and she might have the idea that my father treated me ruthlessly and I was not righteous.

On the contrary, she was Lu Xingwan who had not met Lin Luoyue on another fate line. As much as Lu Xingwan stubbornly longed for her affection from the Hanjian Sect, Ye Hanxing was naively looking forward to a little care from his father.

So it's strange that it's raining red when she talks to Father Ye with this attitude.

Father Ye obviously also adapted to Ye Hanxing's tone, and his voice was condensed, "Will your wings be hardened in the face of fame?"

Ye Hanxing slowly got up from the ground, her face was pale, "Father, I just want to ask you, what do you think of me?"

The emotional impact belonging to Ye Hanxing was too strong, and Lu Xingwan couldn't spare any effort to think about it and could only watch the situation develop quietly.

"You question me." Father Ye glanced at his daughter indifferently.

"I would like to ask, I want to lie to myself about everything, but since you choose to be like me, why do you keep me bound and let me be a lunatic who knows everything, a fool."

Ye Hanxing pushed down everything around him forcefully, smashing the vase fragments on the ground, "Why did you let me go? Why did you give me a chance to let my other father laugh at his daughter, even if she kills monsters, even if she doesn't care about anything?" Do it. A smiling face, a word of encouragement, a hug is all at any price. Love comes from the bottom of my heart, and you can have it if you want it.”

Father Lin frowned and looked at the smashed tools, and then at Ye Hanxing, "What are you thinking?"

"Father, do you understand what I think? You asked me to wear red because my mother likes it. The more I grow up, the more I look like her. You like my smile because my mother is a bright and cheerful person. You give me Qianshuang The Jinghong swordsmanship was passed on to me because my mother knows all of these things." Ye Hanxing's lips were pale, and there was no trace of high spirits.

Lu Xingwan's mind has been buzzing since she spoke the first sentence, and her whole body is as stiff as a puppet.

But Ye Hanxing didn't finish, "The copybooks I practiced were also left by my mother. You trained me to be like her. You often stop to watch me practice swords and calligraphy.

You see her shadow.You talk to me from the moment you wake up from your dream for me, right? "

Lu Xingwan felt like her brain was being hit by a sharp awl, and Ye Hanxing's grief and indignation in the backflow of blood almost swallowed her.

She pressed her heart firmly, fell to the ground and panted rapidly, her frenzied emotions could not be calmed down, she resisted to look at a man who stood there indifferently.

She thought, I really underestimated you, I'm afraid there will be someone in this world who can impress me more than you.

She raised the corners of her lips in a self-deprecating manner, but resisted the hope that the man would refute, even if he lied to her casually, she could even tell whether these emotions belonged to Ye Hanxing or hers.

But unfortunately not, this man seems to be the cruelest person in the world, he looked at his tearful daughter and asked indifferently, "Yes, the truth is exactly as you said, how do you treat?"

Ye Hanxing stopped crying but laughed again. Her smile was sad and hopeless. She almost crawled in front of her father, "Father, do you hate me? You died in childbirth because of giving birth to my mother. Without me, maybe the War Demon Race She's going to get hurt, so you hate me?"

She tugged on her father's clothes as if announcing a confirmed fact, and seemed to hold the last sliver of hope, "Tell me!"

Father Ye was silent for a moment, as if he was also stabbed by her almost stern look, he turned his head to speak.

Ye Hanxing found the answer in this silence. She cried and laughed, and suddenly raised her voice, "Why did you kill me? Why?"

Father Ye was silent for a while, then lowered his head to look at his bewildered and crazy daughter and frowned, "I really wanted to follow your mother, but she wanted me to work hard."

When he talked about his wife, there was finally a trace of tenderness and nostalgia in his eyes, "She didn't see a day when He Qinghai Banquet was peaceful. She hoped that I could live for her and see a day for her, but living is really too hard."

He, "I hate her for leaving me alone, I hate her for thinking about the world. But I hate the demons. You are her daughter with half of her flesh and blood. I may kill you, but you are indeed the one who killed her." .”

Lu Xingwan felt that the cold had completely froze her, and she gasped for air as if a fistful of snow had been stuffed in her throat.

Ye Hanxing's already trembling body became even more trembling. She raised her head and watched her father lean down and put his hand on her shoulder with a calm expression.

These hands, which once made her feel extremely warm, now fell on her shoulders like ice lumps, making her tremble from body to heart.

"So I want you to become the most powerful sword, I want you to kill all the demons, I want you to pacify the world, and I want you to live in her place."

Ye Hanxing looked at his father, his voice sounded like weeping blood, "Have you ever treated me as a daughter, even once?"

Father Ye didn't answer her, he never needed to lie to her or give her any hope, he just said, "You can hate me too, you can leave here, you can go against all the arrangements you made, but Han Xing, you may and live."

His tone was calm, without the joy of calculating years of success, nor the embarrassment of being found out, only the calmness of mastering everything, "From bloodlines to exercises, from personality to living habits, you have already integrated into the shadow of another person." , I got rid of the skin and bones."

"What if I choose to die for myself?" Ye Hanxing looked at him desperately, his voice trembling and weak.