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Chapter 297 He Treats Everything Compassionately
The young man thinks that he does not know, so that he can always feel that behind the tall and large palace gate, in the deep and dark without end, there is a bright little boy, even if he cannot meet him, but Also connected with his blood.

But now he knew that that person was gone, gone forever.

"Jia Lan...my child..." The man finally let go of the boy's collar, and turned his hand to straighten his collar, but it didn't bring any improvement to the boy's crumpled collar. and neat.

"Although I have taught you since childhood that gods and mortals are different. The love of mortals is superficial and selfish, which will make people ignorant of right and wrong and insensitive. It is a taboo for a god, so I want you to cut off love .

But in the end, you are also my own flesh and blood, so I naturally wish you well, naturally I hope... ah..."

The man's hypocritical and tender voice stopped abruptly after a painful groan, and the air froze immediately, with a faint smell of blood that gradually permeated.

What solidified together with the air was the pain on the man's pale face.

The man's already extremely pale face added a bit of earthy color, which made his whole body even more terrifying, like a mummy just dug out of the soil, shriveled and ugly.

What was more terrifying than his complexion was the man's eyes. Nuo Da's eyeballs were pale, and his pupils shrank into the elongated shape of a needle in an instant.

It was filled with not only shock, but extreme shock.

The man cautiously lowered his head, his trembling eyes stared stiffly at a finger's distance from his heart.

There, a sharp object was inserted into it empty-handedly, and the white and slender hand of the young man was placed on it.

Those hands were as calm as the boy's, resting on the sharp object, like a piece of snow-white silk.

In the palm of the boy's palm, drops of bright red blood flowed out along his meridians, flowed through his skeletal wrist, and then dripped down.

It was the blood of a man, and also the blood of a teenager.

The man looked at the sharp object stuck in his heart, his pupils trembled like an earthquake, bursting out with astonishing brilliance.

The pointed object was not a dagger, not a knife or a sword, but a bone.

To be precise, it was the boy's bones, his ribs.

Except for the Holy One, no one in the Tianxuan Temple could bring any weapons or things that could be used as weapons to enter, so the young man had nothing on his body, not even a single needle that could be used.

All he has is what his mother gave him, his body.

In the extreme shock, the man looked at the dagger stuck in his heart, and he didn't recover from it for a long time.

The man was shocked, the bone inserted into his heart was polished so that the tip could be so sharp, so that it could be easily inserted into the man's heart.

When did the boy pull out a bone from his ribs and polish it into the shape of a dagger, but the man didn't notice it at all.

Regardless of its length, thickness, or width, this bone is most suitable as a dagger. It is the first rib of a person, and the one closest to the heart.If it is taken out alive, not to mention the pain of bone removal, that person will lose a bone that can protect the heart most since then, exposing the atrium to danger.

But even so, the boy took the bone without hesitation and made it into a dagger for killing his father.

The man was in shock. He had always been a suspicious person, but out of trust in his son, when getting along with the boy, the man could be said to have let go of all his defenses and placed his body defenselessly on the ground. in front of his son.

But his son sent the bone knife into his heart with his own hands.

A man has calculated many people in his life, and most of them are the people who trust him and love him the most.

But a man has never been calculated, because of his terrible suspicion and suspicion, people often die and expose their corpses in the wilderness before they have time to calculate him, or even have the time to want to calculate him.

The man didn't expect that there would be a day when he would be calculated in his life, and the person who calculated him was his own son, and it was his life that was calculated by his own son.

"Jia Lan..." The man sighed, his voice hoarse.

He raised his eyes slightly and looked at his son in front of him, filled with shock, puzzlement, extreme disappointment, and suppressed anger.

The man thought he would see the boy's frightened, fearful and guilty eyes.

But he didn't see it.The boy's eyes were a little calmer than before, so calm that he was even a little numb, as if what he was dying for was not his father, but a blade of grass, a gust of wind, a leaf, everything was insignificant, no Something to regret.

The person who treats everything equally in the world is the kindest and most tyrannical person in the world.

On the one hand, he will cherish every blade of grass as a person, what kindness this is.

On the other hand, he will also destroy his own relatives as a grass, which is how tyrannical.

The combination of benevolence and tyranny is the god, which is exactly what the man has taught him and hoped he would become over the years.

But the man never imagined that the boy really did it, and he did it so perfectly.

"Give me an explanation."

The man spoke coldly, his voice trembling.

Killing one's father is not an unacceptable thing for a man who has done everything he can to destroy human relations.At this moment, the man just wanted an explanation, he couldn't be confused by his son.

The young man let go of the bone knife in his hand, took out a snow-white handkerchief from his cuff, and gently wiped the blood on his palm, the handkerchief was instantly stained with a mournful color.

When the boy was doing this action, the man was slightly taken aback.

The man didn't know at all that the boy had grown into his appearance unconsciously.

"You didn't kill Yan'er for me, you did it for Tianxuan Palace, you did it for yourself."

The boy didn't answer, but spoke coldly without beginning or end, correcting the man's words just now.

The sage has two sons, but there is only one position of the sage. It is hard to guarantee that after many years after his death, the two sons will have earth-shattering quarrels because of the power struggle.

This couldn't be more normal. As long as you win the opponent, you will be able to get the position of the supreme destiny in the world. Is there really someone who is not tempted by such a good thing?

And the result of the fight between the two is the discord within Tianxuan Hall, and even the divergence of beliefs.Because although on the surface it looks like a struggle between two people, the game of strength is the most important thing.

(End of this chapter)