Xiuniang smiled and retracted her hand without hesitation.

Her lips were covered with rouge that Chen Shiliu bought, and a bright color appeared out of thin air on her pale and dignified face, like a flower that sucked blood.

"I know you've been puzzled. Today we have the chance, so why not make it clear - you are not my biological child," Xiu Niang said, "Will you feel better if you say this?"

Chang Geng's eyes twitched slightly. After all, he was young and had no cunning to show his emotions.

In this world, no matter how good your friends or teachers are, no one can replace a mother, even a father cannot. Chang Geng is not undesirable to his mother, but sometimes, if he knows that he is unattainable and refuses to accept his fate, it will be too hard and he will feel pitiful.

Chang Geng thought countless times that he could not have been born to Xiu Niang. Now that he has received such a not-surprise answer, his heart is in a state of slump and can't tell what it feels like.

Chang Geng's ominous premonition gradually became stronger and he asked cautiously: "What are you talking about this to me suddenly?"

Xiuniang looked at her face in front of the mirror. Maybe she had too much powder and her face was a little pale, so she carefully dug out a little rouge and applied it finely on her cheeks.

"'Chang Geng' is the nickname I gave you," Xiu Niang said, "They Central Plains people said, 'There is Qiming in the east and Chang Geng in the west'. They only came out at dusk, and they were the most noble and dirty blood in the world. They were born to be a terrible monster, and they would never be matched with this name."

Chang Geng replied coldly: "Aren't you born by bandits when you were trapped in Shanxi? I ​​can't count ten fingers and how many fathers I have - the son of the robbers. Where is the nobleness?"

Xiuniang froze for a moment. Without looking back, Yanzhi could not hide the paleness on her face. Her eyes that seemed to be able to talk flashed a little pain in her pain, but it quickly subsided and turned into a crazy calm.

Chang Geng's first memory was in a bandit's nest on a mountain. Xiuniang always locked him in a cupboard with a musty smell. Through the cracks of rotten wood, the young Chang Geng could always see the bandits who broke in drunkenly.

Those rough men either beat her or had sex with her in front of Xiao Changgeng.

At first, the bandits took good care of Xiuniang. Gradually, seeing that she was weak and could bully her, she relaxed without resisting. Later, she even let her out and asked her to serve them with food and drink like the servants in the village. Xiuniang was full of poison in the well and hundreds of jars of wine. God didn't know where she got so much poison.

She used a small bowl of poisonous well water to drink for Changgeng, but when he really drank it, she seemed to regret it again and dig his throat hard for him to vomit.

Xiuniang put the half-dead Changgeng into a small bamboo basket and carried it on her back, holding a steel knife in her hand. Seeing that there was anyone who died, she stepped forward and took a break.

Chang Geng remembered that day, she wore a red dress stained with blood, splashed the tinder oil and the purple gold hidden by the bandit leader all over the mountains, burned the entire mountain and took herself away.

In his short life of more than ten years, Xiuniang wanted to kill him countless times, poured poisonous wine on him, stabbed him with a knife, tied him to a horse and dragged him away, and even dreamed countless times at midnight. She suddenly lost control and tried to suffocate him with a quilt...

But every time he stopped and saved his life.

It also left his unrealistic fantasy.

Chang Geng said as calmly as possible: "You have thought too much, and I have never regarded you as my biological mother. It's just that I always feel that the reason you hate me is because I am the dirty thing left to you by the bandit nest."

Xiuniang sat in front of the mirror in a blank expression, her face getting paler and paler. After a long time, she suddenly sighed: "Child, I'm sorry for you."

The moment he said this, Chang Geng's heart almost collapsed, and he realized that so many grievances from childhood to adulthood could be easily resolved by this sentence.

However, the fourteen-year-old boy tried his best to hold back his tears, and then asked tiredly: "What are you planning to tell me now? Is your conscience discovering that if you want to relieve the poison on my body, or just kill me?"

Xiuniang looked at him with a strange look, as if the boy was a precious utensil: "You know..."

Chang Geng: "Of course I know that from the day I settled in Yanhui's town, I never had nightmares for a nightmare. Even if I took a nap during the day, I would wake up from the nightmare."

Except for the night before, Chang Geng's thoughts scattered in an instant, and suddenly regretted the incident of being angry with Shiliu.

Chang Geng: "I think I have achieved nothing to do when I grow up so old, but I haven't done a few bad things. How could so many ghosts knock on my door? Is there any strange disease in the world that every night of night?"

Xiuniang's bright red mouth smiled strangely, and her eyes slowly fell on the iron fist buckle exposed on Chang Geng's wrist. There was a sharp light in her eyes, like a pair of poisonous arrows with aconitum hidden: "What else do you know?"

Chang Geng subconsciously retracted the iron wrist back into his sleeve, feeling that the thing was defiled by her eyes.

"I also know that two years ago, the group of wolves who were chasing me did not come from themselves, but were called by someone - you were warning me, I can't run away, you have some ways to kill me, right?" Chang Geng said quietly, "Only the barbarians know how to manipulate those beasts. After you arrived in Yanhui Town, you have always had contact with those barbarians - I guess you are also a barbarian woman. When I was a child, I was locked in a cabinet by you and saw a man walking in and tearing open your clothes. There was a wolf head on your chest."

Xiuniang laughed softly: "Barbarians, you actually called us barbarians..."

The more she smiled, the louder she was, and in the end she was almost out of breath.

Suddenly, Xiuniang's sharp laughter stopped abruptly. She covered her chest and coughed violently. Chang Geng instinctively raised his hand, as if he wanted to help her, and then he reacted himself, retracted his hand back as if he was twitching, and pinched the joints of his fingers.

A thin trace of blood flowed out from Xiu Niang's fingers and fell on her goose yellow skirt, with a shocking purple and black look.

Chang Geng was surprised and took a step forward: "You..."

Xiuniang grabbed his arm and tried her best to straighten her waist. She shook like a dead leaf in the cold wind. She took a few breaths and took out half a jade pendant with a tread under the makeup box, and stuffed it into Changgeng's hand with blood.

Her face was snow-white, her blood-stained lips were even more dazzling than rouge, and her blood-filled eyes stared at Chang Geng: "My name is Xiuniang, that is the name of your Central Plains women. My name is Huge, which means the purple and flowing gold of the heart of the earth..."

She was choked by her words, and after another heart-wrenching cough, spewing a mouthful of blood, dyeing Chang Geng's front red.

"No... auspicious purple gold." The woman had a strange crying voice. Her breathing became faster and faster, and her chest seemed to be a broken bellows. "My sister is the goddess of immortality, and the wolf god is also going to kneel down and worship you..."

"You are the little monster I raised," she smiled angrily, "No one loves you, no one treats you sincerely..."

She struggled to pinch Chang Geng's wrist, and her sharp nails pierced into his flesh, and clamped the iron wrist buckle on the boy's hand: "This is the black iron light armor cloud disk wrist buckle - this is specially made by the niggers of the Xuan Iron Camp, who gave it to you? Hum?"

Chang Geng pushed her away as if he was burned.

The woman fell on the dressing table, curled up and twitching, her charming phoenix eyes widened, revealing the hideous whites of her eyes.

"You have the 'Urgu' under me. I gave it a Chinese name, also called 'Chang Geng', okay... Listen?" Her cheeks twitched violently, the foam and blood on the corners of her mouth were indistinguishable, and her voice blurred, but it did not prevent Chang Geng from hearing it clearly, "Prespect... No one can notice the unparalleled umguing, no one can understand... One day, you will grow into the most powerful warrior in the world, and you will begin to be unable to distinguish between nightmares and reality... You will become a powerful madman-"

Chang Geng stood in the same place, feeling the words he didn't understand floated through his ears, and easily frozen his bones with ice residue.

"The blood of the goddess also flows into my chest. I bless you with my infinite divine power of immortality. You... you have only hatred and suspicion in your heart throughout your life. You will be brutal and bloody, and you will be destined to pull all of them together...not...well..."

The word "death" staggered out of her throat. The woman's body twitched violently. Then she suddenly felt something and slowly turned her head to look at the small sachet hanging from the curtain of the bed. There was a peace talisman in the bag, which was once Xu Baihu went home on duty and asked for her in a temple outside the city.

The woman's eyelashes blinked gently, and suddenly it seemed to be full of tears. The tears washed her vicious gaze into extremely gentleness, but unfortunately this tenderness only lasted for a moment.

Her tight pupils finally blew the light and pulled out the wax, and the lifelessness spread out. The woman in her dressed breathed abruptly in the most vicious in the world, and then collapsed heavily with the final remaining warmth.

No one loves you, no one treats you sincerely, and you will have only hatred and doubt in your heart throughout your life, and you will be brutal and bloody, and you will be destined to pull all of them together and will not die well.

In the late summer, the dead-smoking hot summer evening night, Chang Geng stared blankly at the corpse dressed on the dressing table, holding the blood-stained iron buckle in a daze.

Why did she commit suicide?

Why did she hate him so much? Why did she raise him so old?

...What's going on with the iron-fist buckle of Xuan Tieying?

Who is Shen Shiliu?

Xiuniang's seemed to have been exerted. A child's initial trust and closeness in the world came from his parents who raised him without reservation, and Chang Geng had never obtained it.

Even if he is so generous and kind by nature, he is forced to always be suspicious and alert, he will be like a despaired wild dog with his tail between his tail. Even if he is about to die of a little warmth in the world, he will be frightened and rejected again and again.

A strong thought suddenly appeared in Changgeng's mind - he was going to find Chen Shiliu, and he had to ask in person who the adopted father was and what intentions he had.

However, he finally did not walk out of the bloody embroidery room. As soon as he walked out of the door, he was already timid.

"By the way," Chang Geng thought blankly, "How could Mr. Chen occasionally reveals his knowledge and talent, who has been unable to pass the exam for a long time?"

Although Chen Shiliu is idle, he has the demeanor of a noble family. Even if he is under someone else's roof, he will not be in a slight dilemma... How could he be an ordinary gangster?

He should have known these things in his mind for a long time, but when he closed his eyes, he always remembered that Shen Shiliu supported his head and guarded his appearance in front of the hospital bed.

If that's also false

The old cook, who was protruding his head, hurriedly came over with a smile: "Young master, today..."

Chang Geng glanced at her with red eyes.

The old cook was frightened by his eyes, and after a while he recovered, he stroked his chest and complained: "What are you going to do..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw the scene in the room clearly.

The old cook froze, then she staggered back three steps, sat on the ground, and howled a long neck, making a scream that was not as bad as a human voice.

At the same time, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded in the city.

I don’t know who released the alarm whistle in the city tower. The long whistle more than two feet high curled up the white air dyed by purple gold. It rushed into the sky with a "whim" and drifted for thirty or forty miles like a sharp sound of water, cutting through the bleak tranquility of the fourteen years of geese returning to the city.

Chen Yi, who was burying his head to sort out the steel armor, raised his head. The next moment, the gate of the Shen family was kicked open from outside. Chen Yi took out the heavy sword removed from the ground.

"It's me." Chen Shiliu whispered.

Chen Yi said in a deep voice: "The barbarians have taken action in advance?"

This sentence was short and low, and the half-deaf Shen Shiliu heard it without missing a word: "There are barbarians' fine works on the giant kite, and the ones hidden in the ship that came back were not ours."

Chen Shiliu said as he broke into the inner room without stopping, raised his palm to slash, and the entire bed board was cracked with a loud noise, and it was broken into two petals. The bed board was empty.

A set of dark iron armor was actually placed under the wooden board.

Chen Shiliu's hand skillfully pried open the secret lattice on the steel armor's chest and took out a black iron token from it. His fingers were reflected by the cold black iron token. He suddenly turned around, and his waist, which was always as straight as a mud, was like an iron spear. The wind blowing outside the door opened up his thin and plain blue shirt, as if it was intimidated by the cold murderous intent on his body, and passed by him in a roll.

Sixteen Roads: "Ji Ping."

"Ji Ping" is the word Chen Yi, and has never been called in front of outsiders. The two of them often quarreled for some housework, and kissed like real brothers. At this time, Chen Yi took a step back and knelt on the ground quickly: "I am here."

"Since they came early, we happened to take advantage of the chaos to collect the net - I will entrust the Fourth Prince to you and send him out of the city first."

Chen Yi: "Yes".
Chapter completed!