I save the world with a knife

Chapter 68
The function of the Zitong bead is as the name suggests, once blood is dripped on the Zitong bead by two people who are connected by blood, if there is no relationship, the blood will evaporate from the Zitong bead.If the blood is connected and they belong to close relatives, the blood will spread on the Zitong beads and differentiate into bloody lines like spider webs.The closer they are, the more textures they have.

Patriarch Sun believes that no one would dare to take the risk of impersonating his granddaughter, but everyone knows the function of Zitongzhu, so there is no guarantee that there will be no secret technique that can make Zitongzhu ineffective.

He took out an unexpected spirit stone from the ring in his hand. The aura in this place is forbidden within three feet. Even the magic weapon with aura will turn into ordinary iron and lose its effect. It is guaranteed that any damage to Zitongzhu Anything affected loses its effect.

Then he put his hand on Rong Xian's shoulder, and his consciousness quickly scanned Rong Xian to make sure that her soul and body were in harmony, and there was no taking away.It is confirmed that the bone age is indeed seven years old, there is no use of secret techniques to reduce the age...

Patriarch Sun's expression softened after investigating one by one.

After the housekeeper brought Zi Tongzhu, Patriarch Sun immediately raised his hand to force a drop of blood onto Zi Tongzhu, and then hooked his hand towards Rong Xian.

Rong Xian raised her hand uncontrollably, her fingertips hurt, and a drop of blood flew out and landed on Zi Tongzhu as well.

The two drops of blood merged, and the housekeeper and Patriarch Sun stared intently.Under their eyelids, clear lines of blood veins, like cobwebs, appeared on the Zitong beads.

However, while breathing, the lines became more and more, covering the entire Zitong bead.

Judging from Zi Tongzhu's appearance, Rong Xian is of his direct blood, and has a very close relationship with him.

Patriarch Sun's eyes fell on the expressionless little girl, and he was almost sure that the little girl was the descendant of the youngest son.

He raised his hand slightly, and the invisible force flew to the mourning hall, opened the dark coffin, and revealed the well-preserved corpse inside.

That was Sun Chengtuo's body.

Patriarch Sun's eyes flashed with pain, and with a hook of his finger, a drop of thick blood flew out between the eyebrows of the corpse.

The butler understood, and took a new Zitongzhu and placed it in front of him.

This drop of blood fell straight on the new Zitong bead, Rong Xian's finger hurt again, and the bright red blood bead floated up and fell down at the same time.

Rong Xian immediately said: "I kindly came here to see him off for the last time, but you actually stabbed me twice! Repay your kindness with revenge!"

The butler's expression twisted for a moment, and in the next moment, dense blood veins covered the entire Zitong bead and gathered at the top to form a small 'zi'.

Seeing this scene, the butler breathed a sigh of relief and confirmed that the girl was indeed the young master's daughter.

The young master died too early and too badly, leaving no blood descendants.This was really a pain in the Patriarch's heart. He even wanted to recall the Eldest Young Master, let the Eldest Young Master get married, and have a child to be adopted under the Young Young Master's name.

But doing so would undoubtedly offend the young master severely.

In the past few days, the Patriarch's body was full of rage and gloomy aura, as if he had been touched by a scale-defying beast, tearing apart everyone who approached without distinction.

now--

His gaze fell on the short but bold little girl, and the corners of his lips curled silently.

The arrival of this child is the good news for the Sun family. She awakened the Patriarch's rationality, and even saved the precarious father-son relationship between the Patriarch and the Eldest Young Master. It came just in time. He must take good care of this good child for the Young Master.

At this time, the 'good boy' walked up to him and asked in a low voice, "Is Patriarch Sun old and demented? Standing there for a long time without moving."

She spoke with a smile, and asked with a half-true worry: "Aren't you going to see that the Patriarch is still alive? I heard that older people are most afraid of being overjoyed and sympathetic. If you are not careful, you will die."

It sounded like a curse.

Although she said it in a low voice, whether it was him, the Patriarch, or even the hidden cultivator present, the advantage brought by a high level of cultivation is good hearing and eyesight.

In other words, she heard what she should have heard and what she shouldn't have heard.

The housekeeper trembled in fright, and raised his hand to cover Rong Xian's mouth: "...Ancestor, can you shut up?" The distance between me and death is your mouth.

Rong Xian dodged nimbly, stood a little further away, and looked at the butler with disgust.

The butler looked shyly at the Patriarch who had come back to his senses, and the corner of his mouth moved, not daring to make a sound.

Seeing this, Rong Xian could not help but raise her eyebrows, and said slowly: "Your behavior seems to be on point. Could it be - hiding diseases and avoiding medical treatment?"

The butler's eyes darkened, and he wished he could faint.

What is the little lady talking nonsense, is it because she is afraid that the Patriarch will not kill her?He even slandered the Patriarch as sick!
No, no, how could he say such outrageous things.

There was a hint of collapse on the butler's expressionless face.

"A Zhuo, let that child come over." Patriarch Sun said flatly.

The butler tensed up, stepped out of the way, and said to Rongxian, "Girl, the Patriarch is calling you over."

Rong Xian was at a loss: "I can hear it, why did you go to such lengths to convey it again?"

The butler turned pale, with the words #心心热疑# clearly written on his face.

The housekeeper exuded an aura of #破瓜子破摔#, and when he spoke, he seemed to swallow the blood choked up in his throat and his teeth: "I'm taking the liberty."

Rong Xian looked at the butler suspiciously, but still felt that this man was weird, as if he was angry with her, but why, she shouldn't have offended him, right?But this is not the time to pursue.

She walked lightly in front of Patriarch Sun, held Chuxue and tilted her head, her clear eyes showed the innocence and fearlessness of a child: "Did you call me?"

Patriarch Sun's eyes paused on her face, and found that she was neither like his son nor anyone else in the Sun family, so he said with a complicated expression: "You are like your mother."

Patriarch Sun came to such a conclusion.

Rong Xian wrote lightly: "Stop being close, I know you've never met my mother, so stop talking about us like this, and make it seem like you know my mother very well."

She directly exposed Patriarch Sun's polite words without giving any face, making Patriarch Sun's eyelids twitch.

Seeing that Patriarch Sun didn't talk to her, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Is there anything else?"

Patriarch Sun said in a deep voice, "You have to stay in the Sun family."

"I don't want it." Rong Xian refused loudly.

Patriarch Sun came over with a gloomy manner, and said in a gloomy tone: "The blood of my Sun family must stay in the Sun family."

Rong Xian's expression became subtle, she hesitated for a while, but still couldn't hold back and said: "As far as I know, the grandparents of the Sun family were not relatives of the emperor, but inherited the throne. They were not ascended immortals, but inherited the legacy."

She questioned her soul: "This bloodline is ordinary. It can neither bring strength nor take away misfortune. Why does Mr. Sun emphasize the words 'Sun family bloodline' so much?"

The air was quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing the mourning banners could be heard.

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