too affectionate

Chapter 295

Extremely desperate, with a mouthful of blood in his mouth.

And what rolled down from the corners of the boy's eyes was no longer crystal clear teardrops, but strings of blood.

Drops of bright red blood slid down from the boy's sharp-edged side face. After hesitating for a moment at the end of his face, it finally dripped down, dripping down a small puddle of blood on the pure white ground.

Like a cold spring falling from the end of the rock.

"Mother...Mother..." The young man knelt on the ground and muttered to himself towards the ashes on the ground. The voice of the always cold young man had never been so soft and soft, with a bit of dependence and pleading.

The voice was like that of any ordinary child talking to and acting like a baby to his mother in a childlike voice.

Although he was never a young boy, and he did not deserve to be an ordinary child, even though he never had a mother again.

"Mother...Mother..."

The boy called out one after another, but he didn't say anything else, like the whole world, he only remembered this one word.

The boy just wanted to call out a few more times.

The mother is still here, the boy still has the reason to call his mother again, and the courage to call his mother again.

And from now on, the boy has no reason and no courage to call out this word.

Since then, this word has become an eternal thorn in the heart of the young man, a hurdle that can never be overcome.

And since then, the world has gained a successor god who is ruthless and desireless, and lost a child who is held in the palm of his mother.

In this world, there is only Jing Shajialan, and there is no more Lan.

The boy's Adam's apple moved again and again, filled with blood to make it more hollow and desperate, like ashes all over the mountains and fields after being burned by wildfires, or like the dry seabed after the sea was drained, boundless and miserable, vast like a sea of ​​smoke slim.

However, when the young man was going through the most painful and desperate moment in his life, the man standing aside didn't even have the slightest mood swing, and looked down at the young man's despair coldly, with a little dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction in the corner of his eyes. disgusted.

"As a father, I can allow you to be sad for a while." The man said coldly, and while speaking, he took out an exquisite silk handkerchief from his chest, and gently wiped his clean palms.

"But as the co-lord of heaven and earth and the supreme sage, I ask you to restore me to the original from tomorrow, and stop being trapped in these vain and meaningless idle things, otherwise, the consequences of going against my will , you can't afford it."

For a father, the mother who kills her son and orders him not to be sad is such a murderous poison.

But for the Jingshi family, this is already the kindness of a man after extrajudicial grace.

This is not because the man loves his son so much, but because the young man is too talented. At a young age, he has already shown talents that surpass the hundreds of generations of the Jingshi family patriarchs, and are even more talented than the man himself. , It is hundreds or thousands of times stronger.

It is precisely because of this that in order to make the boy's future road to becoming a god go smoothly, he removed all obstacles and made him the only heir to the gods in this world.

Men believe from the bottom of their hearts.This extremely lean young man will definitely be able to take the status of Tianxuan Palace beyond the sky and open up a new height.

After finishing speaking, the man gave the young man another cold look, turned around and was about to leave without the slightest thought.

The man walked so heartlessly that he didn't even notice that the boy who was kneeling on the ground supported the ground with his hands, and stood up slowly and with difficulty.

With just a slight movement, the shattered feeling all over the boy's body has pressed him tightly like a mountain, making it difficult for him to move an inch.But the boy tried to stand up indifferently but with difficulty, only the stiffness of his posture revealed his physical condition, other than that, his face remained normal.

"Father, please stop." The young man said in a cold voice, the voice was not loud, but the coercion carried by each word made people feel terrified uncontrollably.

Just a few minutes ago, the boy's voice was not like this.

The man stopped when he heard the words. He didn't want to talk to the boy anymore, but after standing there for a while, he turned around reluctantly.

"Say." The man looked directly at the boy, and said in a cold voice, his impatience was beyond words.

It wasn't until this moment that the man was a little surprised to find that the boy had already grown to be as tall as him at some point, and could look directly at him effortlessly.

The boy casually wiped the blood and tears on his cheeks with the back of his hand, but instead of wiping it off, the blood was smeared out, making the boy's complexion fairer and his pupils more black and white.

It made his eyes look more peaceful.

The calm before the outbreak, the calm before the bloodthirsty, the calm before the destruction, the calm before nothing.

"Father, Patriarch Gongjue Chengluo, how did he die?"

The boy asked coldly, the question was inexplicable.

The man was stunned when he heard the words, and before he could answer, he immediately reprimanded: "Jing Shajialan! You are so brave! Who do you think you are talking to! How dare you question the deity in such a powerless tone! This deity is the supreme destiny, supreme..."

"Father respects you, right?"

However, before the man finished speaking angrily, he was interrupted by the boy's extremely cold voice.

This understatement directly extinguished the man's anger.The man opened his mouth and was dumbfounded for a moment. He wanted to speak a few times, but he didn't say it. He was obviously surprised.

And the young man in front of him kept looking at him indifferently.His eyes were obviously calm and powerless, but it gave the man a feeling of being firmly hooked.

The young man was obviously waiting for his answer, but it was obvious that the young man already knew the real answer.

The man could see it naturally. After thinking for a long time, he still gritted his teeth and said, "It's me, so what if it's me? I'm his eternal Lord, he's my right-hand protector, he's my believer. It was an honor in his life to die for me."

Ha ha.

The boy sneered twice in his heart, full of contempt.

The right protector in front of Tianxuan Palace, patriarch of the Qingluan Saint Clan, accompanying god attendant of the [-]th Supreme Saint, a generation of unparalleled celestial generals, and Gongjue Chengluo, who loyally guards Tianxuan Palace. He died two years ago. It is said that he died of a sudden sudden illness.

The boy who was only ten years old that year understood the reason.

Gongjue Chengluo is an outstanding talent, and he has made great contributions to Tianxuan Palace and the peace and prosperity of the world. Under his leadership, the Gongjue family gradually grew in power, and inevitably began to share the belief of all living beings in the Jingshi clan.

This is absolutely intolerable for Jingshi Maha, even if Gongjuechengluo is the closest person who grew up with him, even if Gongjuechengluo rescued him several times when he was in danger, regardless of his own safety Life, even Cheng Luo's loyalty to him is obvious to all, even he himself knows it very well, even Cheng Luo has never had any thoughts or actions that infringe the interests of Tianxuan Palace.

As a result, Gongjue Chengluo died suddenly, and his only son, nine-year-old Gongjue Zhanshu, inherited the position of the right guardian in front of the temple and became the patriarch who led the Qingluan holy clan.

The Qingluan Gongjue clan, which flourished for a while, has since entered a long period of darkness.

Jingshi Maha, the mastermind behind all this, never felt that he should have the slightest bit of guilt.

The boy had already thought of it.

The man's expression had already started to look abnormal, but the boy didn't want to let him go, he just wanted to give him another fatal blow immediately, so the boy continued to ask.

"What about Poison Venerable Qiluo? Senior's death, I'm afraid it is inseparable from Father Venerable."

The young man continued to ask, his eyes were still peaceful, and the blood red on his cheeks made his eyes even more quiet, terrifyingly quiet.

But this time the question was obviously hundreds or thousands of times heavier than the previous question, and it dealt a heavy blow to the man.

Compared to the anger just now, when the man heard the words "Qiluo Poison Master", his whole body seemed to have been severely injured in an instant, and he was stunned in place, with unbelievable shock in his eyes and a layer of thick Unresolved clouds.

There is wind in the cloud, and there is also rain.

Last time the man still wanted to explain, but when faced with this question, the man didn't even want to answer.

The father and son just stared at each other, silently confronting each other.

Heartbreak and shock in one's eyes.

Heartbreak and hatred in one's eyes.

Both like a stranger and like an enemy.

I don't know how long the confrontation lasted like this before the man said coldly: "If you shouldn't know, you should never know. Pretending to be smart is often the same as dying."

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