Yin Ruming stood beside Xiaojian.

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

There were tears in her eyes.

All she could see in her eyes was Xiao Jian's face blurred by tears.

She was panicked.

More panicked than she had ever been in her life.

Fifteen years have passed!

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

Because Xiaojian and Qin Lin are almost identical.

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

That night, Xiaojian was born.

He was taken away by Qin Lin before he even had a mouthful of milk.

He is a descendant of the Qin family, and Yin Ruming thought Qin Lin took him back because he wanted to recognize his ancestor and return to the clan.

But on the night of the next day, all the people in Qinjian Villa were wiped out.

Since then, his son has disappeared.

She thought her son was dead.

It wasn't until news spread in the world that the descendants of Qinjian Villa came from outside the country that she felt a glimmer of hope in her heart.

He's really here.

Coming with a coffin on his back.

She saw her son but did not dare to recognize him.

Because she didn't want her son to live his whole life with his head down and carrying the name of an illegitimate child!

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

After her son died, she had no plans to live.

Xiaojian was obviously also surprised.

The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and blood was gushing out of his internal organs.

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

Mother?

The title of mother is too far away and unfamiliar to Xiaojian.

In the desert outside the pass, in that place where the sky is filled with yellow sand.

He lived in the small house under the old poplar tree for ten full years, with only Xiaoqin and his two knives beside him.

In addition to taking care of his younger sister Xiaoqin, he spends almost all his time practicing swordsmanship.

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

Under 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 two brothers and sister here.

They don't know who their parents are.

Xiaoqin has been without legs since she was a child. Xiaoqin said... they are children abandoned by their parents.

Just like the fledgling eagle resting on the treetop.

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

The siblings were only five years old at that time.

Three years later, the master came again.

This time I told them their life experiences.

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

Xiaoqin did not practice martial arts originally.

It was that year that the master brought the gun.

It's called the Blue Blood Silver Washing Gun!

The master asked Xiaoqin to practice only one shot——

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

Use the gentlest way to kill the heinous enemy.

Only one chance!

They practiced this spear together for seven years!

Last spring, the master brought the coffin.

Xiaoqin has lived in that coffin since then.

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

This originally heartwarming title has become a pain buried in their hearts.

Xiaojian already knew from his master that he and Xiaoqin had the same father, but he also thought that his mother died in the fire fifteen years ago.

He never expected that this woman would call him!

"You...you are my...mother?"

"Um!"

Yin Ruming nodded desperately.

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

She hurriedly tore off a sleeve of her clothes, trying to stop the blood from Xiaojian's mouth.

Xiao Jian laughed, and he smiled happily.

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

He doesn't care about his status as an illegitimate child at all.

His happiness is...

The mother I had fantasized about for more than ten years was actually alive and by his side.

This made him feel very warm.

But it made him feel a pain in his heart.

His voice became lower and lower:

"Mother...the child is unfilial..."

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

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

"Clang!" a sound.

The swallow lamp in her hand fell to the ground and shattered.

Xiao Wu didn't look back, he was looking at Xiao Jian's injury. After two breaths, he pulled out the green blood-washing silver gun!

This is a taboo.

But he just did it.

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

His palm fell on Xiaojian's wound, and he kicked the dead Zhou Dashan away.

He just carried the little sword into the coffin that had been laid flat.

He also entered the coffin.

The girl named Xiaoqin crawled over with difficulty.

She held the coffin with her hand, tears falling from her eyes, "Please, please save my brother Xiaojian!"

She lay prone on the ground.

Keep kowtowing to the coffin.

A pit appeared on the ground, and there was red blood in the pit.

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