These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

Looking into Su Mi's eyes, she said unexpectedly and seriously.

"I hope... she won't send someone to find me."

"why?"

Wei Tu just shook his head.

Seeing the boy's appearance, Su Mi's heart softened, she grabbed the boy's generous palm with some distress, and asked softly.

"Then when shall we leave?"

"Wait, wait until...she comes to me."

Su Mi couldn't understand why these words seemed inconsistent.

But the boy's eyes were as clear as they could see through all the darkness and mist.

And he didn't wait too long, Ye Bingluan summoned him, it happened three days later.

22 Bloody Night

"Son... drink some water."

"Son... Let's have a meal."

"son……"

In the room with the brazier on, it was warm and quiet. Dugu Ming, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, looked down at the man on the bed.

This is his only son.

Perhaps God wanted him to bear the price of being perverse, not only allowing him to give birth to only such a son, but also allowing his own child to inherit a personality similar to his own.

So with a taste of resignation, he has been turning a blind eye to certain things.

For example, he would like to molest and play with the woman he had played with, and then throw the corpse into the wilderness.

For example, sometimes he looks at himself like an enemy.

For example, he would let some women wear clothes similar to his deceased mother, but in the end he killed them in a rage.

Dugu Ming saw all these things, but chose not to say anything.

And now, those things are nothing to worry about.

Dugu Xun on the bed is already equivalent to a disabled person, he has not died.

But it's no different from being dead, not only missing hands and feet, he doesn't even seem to want to say a word until now.

Just quietly waiting for death.

This made Dugu Ming smell the smell of fate. He somewhat understood how much disaster his past actions had brought to his descendants, but...

But life and history are like a carriage that can't stop, it can only roll forward, people have no way to change what happened in the past, they can only tell themselves over and over again, to accept the reality and place hope in the future.

But Dugu Xun like this...does he have a future?

He looked at Dugu Xun's gray eyes that seemed to have lost all luster on the bed, and finally took a deep breath.

"Son, dad will avenge you."

When these words came out, a gleam of light appeared in Dugu Xun's eyes on the bed, and he looked at Dugu Ming.

Then smiled.

Du Guming looked at him, "Don't you believe it?"

Dugu Xun revealed a wave of madness in this weakness, "You can't do it."

Dugu Ming was not angry, just like an old father, he said calmly, "Even if I can't do it, I will try it, you may not know, there are some big things... I am already in it, there is no way to get out, I can What I do is to fight my old life to give you justice."

Dugu Xun was not moved to tears because of such words.

Even his crazy and even sarcastic smile is exactly the same.

He looked at his father like this, and only said one sentence for a long time.

"Everything about me and everything about you are all caused by yourself, and you can't blame others."

Dugu Ming frowned, he finally just sighed.

Then he stood up, looked at Dugu Ming and said slowly.

"Get some rest and you'll be fine."

After saying this, he turned around and walked out of this warm but impersonal room, standing outside the door.

His son's almost maniacal laughter came from inside.

"He's going to die anyway!! Hahahaha... Our Dugu family! The people of the Dugu family! Everyone deserves to die! Everyone deserves to die! Hahahaha..."

He could no longer straighten his somewhat bent back, but hurried into the carriage.

asked the coachman.

"Uncle Guo, where are you going?"

Dugu Ming looked a little tired and said.

"The Royal Palace."

This is already the fourth time Duguming went to the palace in these three days.

The so-called is just one thing.

To uphold the justice that only he thinks is like a father who has become so obsessed with his son that he is almost pathological.

He knows, but he can only do so.

I can only say it over and over again.

Then, the Empress perfunctory with an increasingly impatient tone.

He knew that the empress was partial to the young man in her heart, but it didn't matter.

Some things are: the embankment of a thousand miles is destroyed by ant nests.

If she doesn't believe it once or twice, then repeat it three times or four times.

If one or two is useless, then three or four.

To attract ministers, I have a good relationship on weekdays, and I still need to curry favor with my ministers, and play it over and over again.

Even if they are extremely careful in what they say, even if some people's identities are not even on the stage, it doesn't matter.

He just needs to work so hard.

This time, he waited patiently for nearly half a day outside the Imperial Study Room.

But still only talked to Ye Bingluan for half a stick of incense, and was perfunctorily driven away with similar words.

"Wait a minute, I've been busy recently. I won't forget about Uncle Guo."

It seems like a winter day that makes no difference.

He was almost sixty years old, and the things he was carrying in his heart also made him feel tired.

Riding in a carriage, he even had a dream on the way home.

The dream is not a beautiful prospect, but about my youthful past.

At that time, the high-spirited self had once been angry with a horse in fresh clothes, and had also been jealous of evil...

But why did you beat that woman to death on such a rainy night?

He doesn't seem to have figured out these questions until now.

In the dark night, the carriage stopped slowly, and he woke up from his dream, only to find that no one had reminded him that he had arrived at the mansion.

When he opened the curtain, the night was as deep as the sea spread in the sky, he couldn't see through the dark clouds, and he didn't even see the moon.

There seemed to be a deadly silence in the air.

He saw the groom, who was lying on the ground at this time, blood was flowing from his neck, his eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't realize what happened until he died.

This seems to be a premonition.

But Dugu Ming, who sensed the danger, did not choose to run away, but walked towards the opened door of the mansion.

He walked into the mansion, and the ground was covered with blood.

It seems to have turned into a bright red **.

The rickety corpses were lying on the ground, as if what he returned was not his own mansion, but... a hell on earth.

Familiar faces appeared at his feet.

Dugu Ming looked at them as if in a dream.

"Concierge Old Li..."

"Little Ring..."

"noob……"

They called out their names one by one, but none of them could respond to him, because almost all their blood had been shed.

Eyes opened wide.

It was as if he wanted to see himself even when he died.

Dugu Ming felt an indescribable emptiness in his heart, his hands and feet trembled, but he didn't seem to have much fear.

He had thought of something, had thought of a possibility.

He finally knew what his fate would look like, the end that he never thought of was now in front of him.

But he didn't stop there, but walked past the corpses of these people, shuttled in this huge but silent mansion, he couldn't see a single living person.

But in the end came to the backyard.

He finally pushed open the door, the fire in the brazier had been extinguished long ago, but the basin was still placed inside.

But there was no sound of breathing inside.

He held his breath and came to the bed with despairing eyes. He looked at his son who opened his eyes.

Dugu Xun was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, and seemed to be looking at the ceiling.

But his chest didn't heave, but his eyes were bloodless.

He lay quietly like a frozen painting, this may be... the most peaceful time in his life.

Dugu Ming opened his lips tremblingly, walked over, hugged the limbless corpse with trembling hands.

"Xuner..."

He found that his dry voice could not make any cry.

It was hoarse and unpleasant, as if it was a dying person who was about to turn into dust.

At this time, the despair and sadness filled the chest, and there is another emotion called acceptance of fate, but it is an acceptance of fate with full regret.

He was shaking Dugu Xun's body crazily, his eyes were bloodshot.

But it was like howling dryly, and there were no tears in his eyes.

When a figure appeared at the door, he didn't care.

He didn't ask why, because he knew why.

He also knew that nothing he could do now would be able to undo all that, and he knew that he would no longer be that young man in fresh clothes and angry horse who hated evil like a vengeful man.

Power, desire, and the step-by-step ladder seem to be the ladder to let yourself go up.

It turned out that it was just a road to the underworld that made me sink a little bit.

"Xuner...!"

He cried until his throat was hoarse, and he couldn't make any extra sounds.

And that figure stood quietly at the door.

"Uncle Guo, don't blame me if you go to hell with this matter. Things will always go on at this point. You have to use this key as long as you don't need it."