Heir to the Celestial Master

Chapter 7
Zhao Tong slapped Zhao Lian's face, it turned red hot, and Lan Weiwei looked very happy.

"You bastard, you have taken Alan captive to other places for more than a month, and you are still thinking about how people treat you well. Now that you are married to Zhao Mei, do you still want to raise Alan as a child? What happened to our Zhao family? You little bastard, ah!" As he spoke, Zhao Tong slapped Zhao Lian with his old bone, and kicked him hard.

A few clansmen in the distance saw that the situation was wrong, and helped Patriarch Zhao Tong to the side. They were a little confused about the current situation in the courtyard, so they could only speak in a low voice.

"You all go out." Zhao Tong seemed to be a few years older in an instant, his voice was full of vicissitudes, looking at the unknown distance, his eyes were cloudy with tears.

"Yes, Uncle Zhao." They were young and still had some respect for the elders in the clan. After hearing Zhao Tong's order, they filed out of the Zhao family's ancient house.

On that day, Zhao Lian was still tied up in the Zhao Family's courtyard, and Lan Weiwei drank mineral water boredly. Fortunately, she also brought a few compressed biscuits, so she didn't starve to death.

In the afternoon, Zhao Tong went to a small shop in the suburbs of the city, bought a set of things to worship the ancestors, and tied up Zhao Lian with five flowers and placed them in front of the hall.

Lan Weiwei felt that Zhao Tong was very good, maybe it was because he invited too many related warlocks, and she also laughed.

Now that Zhao Tong has done everything well, she is happy and at ease.

Lan Weiwei waited in the old house until the middle of the night to get rid of evil obstacles.

On the first night, Lan Weiwei was still resting in the room, and there was a lot of people outside. Of course, this kind of bustle could not be seen by others, but Lan Weiwei could hear it clearly. A carp sat upright. sleep.

When she opened the door, "Alan" appeared again, and now she was extremely desperate, because the Zhao family opened the ancestral hall, so there was no share for it.

It's no wonder that there are a lot fewer Ah Piao in the yard. Lan Weiwei saw that there were two familiar faces around the corner, one who once put his hand into her chest, and the other A Piao who was a young man in ancient costume. Even with a flash of resentment, he was attracted to the ancestral hall, and then disappeared.

"Alan" was floating in the old house. Ever since meeting Zhao Lian, she had lost her soul. No, she was a soul.

Lan Weiwei can't see what's special about "Alan", but it's not crazy for the time being, and it's the best protection for Lan Weiwei.

Putting on her robe lightly, Lan Weiwei went silently to the Zhao Family Ancestral Hall.

Now the ancestral hall is crowded with people, perhaps for the sake of momentum, almost the entire Zhao family has come, and everyone nodded their heads when they saw Lan Weiwei.

Zhao Tong bowed respectfully in the center, knelt down three times in a row, while Zhao Lian was tied behind Zhao Tong, bowed all over the ground, to respect the ancestors.

The whole room was filled with a calming fragrance, perhaps it was the special case of the Zhao family's ancestor worship, Lan Weiwei felt very comfortable in her heart, this kind of comfort was not what she saw with her eyes, but a kind of situation of various places, and finally At least today, Lan Jin felt that the whole ancient house was going smoothly, smooth and peaceful, with a sense of tranquility.

After all the kneeling ceremonies were completed, Lan Weiwei stood up, her legs were numb too.But everyone else bowed respectfully, and she was a descendant of the Lan family, so it was impossible for her to stay out of it, so she found a futon and sat cross-legged on it, pretending to be an outsider, almost turning into carrot legs.

Everything seems to have come to an end because of Zhao Tong's another ancestor worship ceremony, but there is another old saying that it is not too late for a good thing.

After worshiping his ancestors, Zhao Lian was tied up and thrown into the next room by the clansmen who came with him.

Now everyone doesn't know what mistake he made, but it is obvious that they are alienated from him.

Zhao Lian spread out on the bed like mud outside the house.

The cool air in the room gradually rises, like a continuous red gauze, fiery red but accompanied by coolness, the bone-piercing coolness, soaked into the room little by little in the middle of the night in early autumn.Zhao Lian hadn't had a drop of water all day, his mind was a little confused, and he murmured: "Amei, is it you, is it you who came to look for me, only...you are the best to me."

Alan outside the window was struggling a bit, his face fell down in pieces, and fell to the ground into a pool of blood, happiness and pain intertwined on his face, after a lot of struggle, the sweet expression finally prevailed.

"Alan" walked into the room, and Zhao Lian was still sleeping with his eyes closed, as if the soft murmur just now did not come from him.But "Alan" heard exactly.

Wearing a white dress, brand new as before, "Alan" snuggled up to Zhao Lian's side, with a small red mouth, gently sipped on Zhao Lian's neck, leaving a little red mark, Zhao Lian subconsciously , the body was hot, and he knew why, but he just couldn't wake up, and he was unconsciously thinking about Zhao Mei.Maybe Zhao Mei is the best person to him in his life, everything satisfies all his fantasies about women, whether it's on or off the bed, Zhao Lian greedily thinks, what is there to say , is about white roses and red roses, Zhao Mei is the bewitching red rose, and Alan is like the noble white rose, which one is more alluring, more comfortable, easier to get and not thorny, of course it is Zhao Mei.

In her sleep, she thought of something, with a lewd expression on her mouth, Zhao Mei knew that he was in love, her clothes were all off, her skin was as flawless as jade, showing a confident and proud expression, she slowly fell in love On Zhao Lian's body.

Just like in memory, Amei and Zhao Lian showed the eyes-closed intoxication of liberation, desire, and desire at the same time.

Alan kept his eyes closed, and when Zhao Lian unconsciously called out another name, he opened them again and struggled.Resentful eyes flashed past, "Alan" changed his appearance again, and the blood in the whole room seemed to explode.

He called Alan.

Zhao Lian also seemed to feel something was wrong, just now the warm, fragrant and warm image seemed to disappear suddenly, and the coldness instantly turned his body cold again.

Zhao Lian woke up suddenly, "Alan" seemed to have come out of the blood, with strands of black hair dripping, walking towards Zhao Lian step by step.

"You don't want to come here." Zhao Lian stepped back in horror, but he couldn't move his body.

Alan walked slowly step by step, and although the grunting sound from his throat was confusing, Zhao Lian could still hear it clearly at the critical moment.

"Exchange your life for my son's life, hahaha, Zhao Lian, you bastard, haha, give back my son's life, hahaha!!!" As he said, he grabbed Zhao Lian's stomach.

"No, Alan, get the hell out of here, no... no, take your hands away, you have something to say, the child was an accident back then, you know, you know it!"

"Accident, where did the accident come from? Can you say that you didn't know about it? You just calculated everything. If you didn't calculate it, I died because of it."

"This is all Zhao Mei's idea, and you don't want that child, so it's not a good time to go." Zhao Lian clumsily made excuses for himself to prove that it wasn't his fault, he just followed Alan's wishes.

"Hehe, how can you be cruel to the child who is about to fall to the ground." Alan mentioned that the child was even crazier.

"Zhao Mei, Zhao Lian, you two took my child's life, and I want your life to pay it back, you have to give it back to me!!! Give it back to me!!! Give it back to me!!!"

No matter how miserable the voice was, it couldn't express Alan's ten years of resentment. Crazy thoughts flashed in her mind, and she stretched out her hands to Zhao Lian's immobile body.

A lifetime is very long, and a lifetime is also very short. Before he died, Zhao Lian saw Alan's feet, and there seemed to be a little boy with round grape-like eyes. Those eyes were so pure and bright, he stared at him Him, this is also his last thought.

One thought of life, one thought of death, he seemed to see reincarnation.

(End of this chapter)