too affectionate

Chapter 296
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."

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

But this light sentence could not conceal the man's heartbreak.

The man himself was also very surprised, he didn't expect that he still had a heart.

It has been so many years, since Qi Luo left, the man thought that he had recovered very well during this time, that he could face it calmly, that the ruthlessness he had practiced by forcing himself was already enough Stop any emotion from invading him.

But I didn't expect that just hearing her name would instantly collapse the ruthless fortress that the man had built up with all his painstaking efforts over the years.

Anyone is born with a heart, and men are no exception.

Anyone's heart may be slaughtered to ashes at any time, and men are no exception.

The difference is that most people are murdered by others, but men are murdered by themselves.

And the person who forced him to kill himself was Qi Luo.

Because it was this person who moved his heart.

"It's so ruthless, father," Jing Shajialan looked at the obvious gloom in his father's eyes, and suddenly felt painfully happy in his heart, and said with a half-smile: "Even the only one in the world that you love, also loves you." People are willing to kill, your heart is really made of iron and stone. Ah, no...you are more than just killing your senior, you are her..."

"Jing Sakyamuni!" However, before the boy could finish speaking, the man's furious shout cut him off.

"If you are so ignorant and still show off in front of me, then I can't guarantee that you will be able to walk out of this palace gate today."

Threat and viciousness permeated the man's eyes, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

It was the anger of a man after his bottom line was challenged, and the resentment of being touched in the restricted area.

The boy had no doubts about his father's threat.

Although it is said that the poison of a tiger does not eat its offspring, the matter of slaughtering a son can be done by Jingshi Mahata, and often there is no need to bear any psychological burden.

"If I can't get out, then I won't go." The young man smiled faintly, bitterly and indifferently, "I'm happy to be here with my mother, but I just have to work hard for my father to do it again. Killing his wife and son, the father is also very hard."

The young man spoke lightly, but with the utmost sarcasm.

Hearing this, the man, besides being more furious, was also surprised to find that the cold, cruel, and ruthless boy in front of him had transformed into something he didn't recognize.

It has become a bit daunting for men.

He seems to have the ability to see everything, but after discovering the darkness hidden in the most secret corner of others, he does not pierce it, and no trace can be seen from the surface.

But all these glooms have become the bargaining chip in the young man's heart, which can be used when he is no longer lurking.

Looking at the young man's calm and nonchalant eyes, for the first time in his life, the man felt a little timid.

But he will never show it.

"I think that because of your sudden misfortune today and your swaying mind, you uttered disrespectful words, so I won't punish you. But if you dare to do it again in the future, don't blame my subordinates for being merciless."

The man put down a word coldly, turned around and was about to leave.

The man gave the boy a step down, and he also gave himself a step down, but the boy wanted to go up, and he was not allowed to go down.

"Father," facing the man's back, the young man called out again, this time he didn't wait for the man to turn around, and asked immediately: "Yan'er... Yan'er's death, is it... is it also related to you?" You are concerned."

Compared to the previous two times when he knew the answer with certainty and indifference before asking, this time, the boy was really asking.

However, on the one hand, he was eagerly waiting for an answer, and on the other hand, he was so hesitant, afraid that the answer would come.

Compared with the previous two questions, this question is obviously the last straw that crushes a man's endurance.

As soon as the young man's voice fell, the man's footsteps stopped slowly, very abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, before the boy could react, the man turned around quickly and rushed towards the boy like a gust of wind, as fast as a shadow.

A moment later, a crisp sound of "pop" clearly spread to every corner of the temple, and was clearly engraved on the boy's face.

On the blood-stained face of the young man, five clear fingerprints slowly appeared.

On the man's palm, the faint purple light has not completely disappeared.

This is not an ordinary palm. Apart from using almost the greatest strength, the man also activated his determination. This palm fell on a young man with deep inner strength. If it fell on an ordinary person next to him, it would even Could have smashed the man's skull.

But the young man has already suffered too much damage today, just standing here dragging his body with many broken bones has exhausted all his determination.

Not long after this palm was pressed down, a line of gurgling blood was uncontrollably left on the corner of the boy's mouth, which apparently flowed out without the boy's patience.

However, there was not even the slightest expression of pain on the young man's face, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a bit, and the bitterness in his eyes became a hundred times more intense.

After that bitterness, there is still hidden, determination.

"Pfft..." The boy raised his hand with difficulty, and gently spat out a few pieces of broken teeth in his hand.

Even at this moment, the youthful demeanor was not forgotten in the slightest.

"Father...I understand..." The young man smiled bitterly, that smile was tempered after extreme despair.

"What do you understand!" the man roared out, his anger reaching its peak today.

The boy's loveless smile made him feel hairy, and it catalyzed the anger in the man's heart like fertilizer, making him more angry than the boy's questioning that offended his authority.

"If you understood, you wouldn't ask me like this! Don't you know who I'm doing all this for? It's for you! For you! For you, a bastard who doesn't know what to do!"

The man was so angry that he forgot all the so-called demeanor, and the flames of fury burst out from his eyes. He grabbed the young man by the collar and continued to shake the young man who was about to be shattered into a piece of scum. It's not as broken as it should be.

But the young man didn't even move at all, he tried his best to keep his body intact, and looked at the impotent and furious man coldly.

"I'm for you, my son..."

The man roared angrily at the end, the hand that was tightly gripping the boy's collar gradually loosened, and his voice changed from roaring to sighing.

"If it wasn't for you, for you to inherit my position in a logical way in the future, I would not have cleared away all the obstacles on your road to becoming a god... so that you can inherit my position smoothly and without any incidents, even To kill my own son..."

The man's voice became smaller and smaller, and his thin body seemed to be a little thinner, just like a terrifying skeleton.

The man didn't shed tears, and after all, this incident wasn't enough to make him cry.

But in front of his eyes, it was clearly dark.

Yan'er... Yan'er is also my son...

Jing Shakyayan, that is a name that lives in the genealogy of the Jing Shi family and is preserved in the "Tianxuan Shenglu".

At that time, the records about him were: Jing Shakyayan, the second son of the [-]th sage Jing Shamaha, was weak and sick, and often lived in the hall.

Seven or eight years later, the records about him are: Jing Shakyan, the younger brother of the 110th sage Jing Shajialan, was weak and sick, and often lived in the hall.

Besides, even the people in Shengxuan Palace, almost no one has seen this Second Highness.

But the boy met, but the last time was three years ago.

That is a little boy who loves to laugh, cheerful but not very naughty, a little short-tempered but also very lovable.

Whether Jing Shakyayan is weak or not, the young man doesn't know, but he knows that his younger brother's talent is definitely not as good as his own, and this is the only reason for his own destruction.

Everyone didn't know about Jing Shakyayan's death, and the young man shouldn't have known about it.

The young man thinks that he does not know, so that he can feel that behind the tall and big palace door, behind that deep and dark door, there is a bright and bright little boy, even if he can't meet him, he is still with him. He is connected by blood.

(End of this chapter)