Yin Ruming stood beside Xiao Jian.

At this moment, she had no idea what was happening in this courtyard.

Her eyes were filled with tears.

Only Xiao Jian's face was blurred in tears in her eyes.

She was very panicked.

She is more panicked than at any time in her life.

Fifteen years have passed!

The first time she saw Xiaojian at Yuelai Inn, she knew that he was her son!

Because Xiaojian is almost exactly the same as Qin Lin.

Also because she knew that the young lady Miss Lu San gave birth to a daughter, not a son!

That night, Xiaojian was born.

Before he even had a mouthful of milk, he was taken away by Qin Lin.

He is a seed of the Qin family, and Yin Ruming thought that Qin Lin took him back to recognize his ancestors.

But on the next night, the whole house of Qinjian Villa was destroyed.

From then on, my son disappeared.

She thought her son was dead.

It was not until the news came from the rivers and lakes that the descendants of Qinjian Villa came from outside the gate that another hint of hope arose in her heart.

He is really here.

Come with a coffin on his back.

She saw her son but she didn't dare to recognize him.

Because she doesn't want her son to live with his head down on his back for the rest of his life!

Now she finally got the courage because her son was about to die.

Her son died, and she had no plans to survive.

Xiaojian was obviously surprised too.

Blood was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and blood was gushing out of his internal organs.

His eyes were already a little dim, but he still looked at Yin Ruming's face in front of him...

Mother?

The name mother is too far away and too unfamiliar to Xiaojian.

In the desert outside the pass, in the place where yellow sand is everywhere.

I lived in the small house under the old poplar tree for a whole decade, and only Xiaoqin and his two knives were by his side.

Except for taking care of his sister Xiaoqin, he almost always practices knife skills.

There is only one move to practice - draw the sword!

In a certain sunset.

He would lean against the old poplar tree with his sister Xiaoqin, look at the gorgeous sunset in the desert, and talk about his mother or father-

The master left the brother and sister here.

They don't know who their parents are.

Xiaoqin has never had legs since she was a child. Xiaoqin said... they are children abandoned by their parents.

It's like the winged eagle resting on the treetops with unfulfilled wings.

In order to survive, it must learn to fly on its own.

The brother and sister were only five years old that year.

Three years later, the master came again.

This time I told them about their life experience.

Only then did they realize that they were carrying the deep blood hatred on their backs.

Xiaoqin did not practice martial arts at first.

That year, the master brought the gun.

It is called the Green Blood Washing Silver Spear!

The master asked Xiaoqin to practice only one shot—

The master said, that's called a gentle shot!

In the gentlest way, kill the extremely evil enemy.

Only one chance!

They worked together to practice this shot for seven years!

Last spring, the master brought the coffin.

Xiaoqin has lived in the coffin since then.

The grown-up brother and sister never talked about their father and mother again.

This originally warm name has become a pain buried in their hearts.

Xiaojian knew from his master that he and Xiaoqin were half-brothers, but he also thought that his mother died in the fire fifteen years ago.

He never expected that this woman would call him!

"You... are you me...mother?"

"Um!"

Yin Rude nodded desperately.

She stretched out her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of Xiaojian's mouth, but she couldn't wipe it clean.

She hurriedly tore off one of the sleeves of her clothes, trying to block the blood from Xiaojian's mouth.

Xiao Jian laughed, but he laughed happily.

He seemed to have forgotten that he was about to die.

He didn't care about the identity of an illegitimate child.

His happiness is...

She is actually alive and is by her side, the mother she has dreamed of for more than ten years.

This made him feel very warm.

But it hurts him.

His voice became lower and lower:

"Mom...the child is unfilial..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Wu had already come over.

When Xiao Wu walked over, Princess Liyang, who was sitting under the eaves opposite, had already stood up.

"Clang!"

The swallow cup in her hand fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

Xiao Wu did not look back and took a look. He was looking at Xiao Jian's wound. For two breaths, he pulled out the silver spear of blood washing!

This is a big taboo.

But he did just that.

The moment the gun was pulled out, Xiao Wu's hand suddenly brightened.

His palm fell on the wound of Xiaojian and kicked the dead Zhou Dashanren out with one kick.

He just carried the little sword into the flat coffin.

He also entered the coffin.

The girl named Xiaoqin on the ground climbed over with difficulty.

Her hands held the coffin, and tears in her eyes fell down, "Please, please save my brother Xiaojian!"

She crawled on the ground.

He kept kowtowing at the coffin.

A pit appeared on the ground, with red blood in it.

Xiao Wu walked out of the coffin, picked up the lid, patted Xiaoqin on the shoulder, and in Xiaoqin's surprised sight, he wrote a line of words on the ground:
To be continued...