C7

He carefully paced a few steps, then stopped and probed with his tentacles. He then carefully followed his fingers and slipped them into his sleeve. The bug found a comfortable position on the still resilient arm, sucking the blood, and somehow got so lucky.

Yang Yu looked to the side, quietly watching it eat a meal inside his sleeves before leaving, smiling aloofly.

He had been lying in this little woodshed for seven days, with its piles of broken branches and flying dust, and the only living thing he could see, apart from a boy who had maliciously served him three meals, was probably the bedbugs everywhere.

Death was not easy, but living turned out to be so hard.

The door of the woodshed swung open and the sun shone in. He was not feeling well and did not want to see the arrogant expression of the young boy. Thus, he slightly closed his eyes. He felt a pair of hands gently lift him up and a cup of water was brought to his mouth.

No one came to question him except to feed him. Because of his extreme thirst and also because of that day's fever that had yet to retreat even after spitting blood, the corner of his lips had long since dried up and cracked. He took a sip of water and felt a little more comfortable. He slowly opened his eyes and was stunned. The second drool entered his lungs and he began to cough heavily.

The woman in his eyes was light and elegant, her long hair loosely tied. It was the Third Mother.

The Third Lady frowned and put down her glass of water to pat him on the chest. For the first time in so many days, Yang Jian felt a surge of joy and pain in his heart as he looked at his little sister closely. Suddenly, he remembered that when he was tired of cultivating, his third sister would also give him a light pat like this. As a result, all the pain and misery from seven days ago faded from his mind. He faintly smiled, and his smile was filled with love and warmth.

"Boss Kang brought the Howling Celestial Dog and left." She avoided Yang Jian's gaze and said rather unnaturally.

"Howling Celestial Dog?" It had been a few days since he last saw this dog. Thinking about how he fainted in front of his eyes that day, Yang Jian revealed a worried look. The Third Mother did not see this and just said, "Boss Kang was forced to do this. The Howling Celestial Dog's injuries are very serious. If you continue to use it, I'm afraid you'll have to suffer another setback. "

Use? Yang Jian's heart turned cold as he retracted his gaze and no longer looked at her. But the voice of the Third Virgin was still clear: "You used to use his loyalty to do evil, cheating him of his natural evils. Now, she was using his loyalty to extend her life, not caring about whether he lived or died. So Boss Kang told me to tell you that he took away the Howling Celestial Dog, and that he will go to the Immortal Master of Antarctica to get the Worryfree Grass to help him forget the past and start all over again. "

And the Third Mother put the cup of water to his lips, but he did not drink it, and let it wash over him. Her words stung him again. Furthermore, he had been used to Howling Celestial Dogs roaming around him for thousands of years. But Worryfree Grass? He knew that it was an elixir planted by the Immortal Elder of Antarctica. He could use it to seal the entirety of another person's memories and erase everything.

"But this is good too." He thought silently, "I've been tired of him for too long. Forget it, maybe that's his best choice. "

Third Mother helped him to lie back down on the ground, then used a silk handkerchief to test the water and cold sweat on him. After a moment of hesitation, she said, "The day after tomorrow, we will be going home. However, I can't tell mother right now. She has suffered so much, and after seeing the light of day again, she was hurt to the core by your actions. I can't let you hurt her again. "

When did she leave? Yang Jian did not notice. Perhaps the pain was really numbing? He no longer expected her to bring anything more than disappointment and indifference. On the contrary, when he thought of the figure that let him caress the dog with its head lowered, carefully speculating on his own happiness and wickedness, he even felt happy for the Howling Celestial Dog on its behalf.

"Forget the existence of my master. Howling Celestial Dog, you can finally be yourself." He mused and laughed at himself.

However, the only person who cared about him in the Three Realms had also disappeared. The unknown past was no longer known. Survival was a type of burden, and this loneliness was also a type of burden.

Three days later, after bidding farewell to the joyous newly wedded Swallow Dragon 8 and Great Benefactor Zhao, the three madams went out of the city and chose a remote space. They then returned to the village of Liu, using the Soaring Cloud technique. Third Madonna used the excuse that Yang Jian was a demoted minor immortal official. He had once had some connections, which coaxed Yao Ji to stop pursuing the matter and allowed Chen Xiang to carry him on her journey.

The Liu Residence was no longer the old lantern shop. It had been renovated and had bright and clean windows. Compared to the small family that Chen Xiang had once envied, it was now several times more majestic. He vacated a small room in the deepest courtyard and hastily tidied it up before settling Yang Jian down. After all, Yang Jian's past actions had hurt them too deeply. Although they could not stand idly by and watch him die, they did not want to see him appear in front of them too much.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and the joy of other places had nothing to do with the cottage. For the past three years, the servants of the Liu residence had been taking turns to serve his meals. On one hand, it was said that this person's past was rather despicable. On the other hand, the hosts didn't care about him, so they were left with nothing to do.

Sometimes the fairies who came to visit the Third Mother would look around the hut and point at him. Chang'e had also been here twice, but he would rather that she never come here. Everyone's words were the same as before, the same tone of criticism and mockery, as well as that seemingly "reformation of the teachings".

It was only now that his gaze would occasionally reveal a sharp coldness and a vulture like before. At this time, if one were to meet his eyes, any visitor would be silenced and involuntarily retreat.

With all sorts of boredom, he once again began to try to condense his true essence. His body was broken and could not be recovered. Every time his inner breath ran through his shattered meridians, the pain would make him feel worse than death. But the more he did so, the more it aroused his stubborn nature. For thousands of years, he had never been afraid of retreating after doing anything. It was because of this tenacious and almost stubborn personality that he gradually became the God of Justice that was able to shake the Three Realms and protect the future of those he cared about.

Yao Ji also finally realized that this patient who was coiling up in Mian's bed was her son who had turned the tables on her. She lingered several times outside the cabin, but chose to leave. Unlike the Third Virgin, Yang Jian's personality was never one that she liked. She did not like the look in the child's eyes. There was also that divine eye. When she gave birth to this child, it brought about an incomparable amount of terror to her. Later on, she felt that the tragedy had something to do with the child's natural God's Eye.

The amount of mana gathered during this period of hard work was nothing, but his ears and eyes had become much sharper than before. Yang Jian had heard Yao Ji's footsteps outside the door more than once. He was looking forward to it, but he instinctively wanted to escape, hoping that he would never enter the house.

It had been so long that he didn't know how to face her. His mother's angry face in the firelight, the fiery and stinging slap on his cheek, and the hatred in her eyes when she looked at him, these were the last memories his mother had given him.

After splitting open the peach mountain, he held her in his arms, as if he had once again heard that childhood filled with children's songs and laughter. But his mother wouldn't look at him. She still thought that the reason why he used the magic power in the God's Eye was because of his display and whim.

"Do not use your natural mana!" His mother's words rang in his ears again.

"I can't watch my sister fall off the cliff …" He feebly defended himself in his heart.

"But you have harmed the family. Killed your father, your big brother, and the pain of not seeing the light of day for thousands of years. It's your mana that attracted the Heavenly Court's heavenly soldiers that are chasing me! " Yao Ji's voice reprimanded.

He felt a sweet taste in his throat as the smell of blood rushed up. He tried his best to listen carefully but the footsteps stopped at the door again. He didn't push the door open but didn't leave either.

"What has happened can never be forgiven. But after doing so much, if I really succeed this time, it would be good for me to take another look. Let me know, those efforts were not in vain. " he thought sadly.

The door had been pushed open a crack, and he closed his eyes, but could not conceal the anticipation on his face. However, the other person stopped in front of the door, and the door gently closed behind him.

He heard the Third Mother say, "Mother, it's late at night. You've been out for so long, you should be careful of catching a cold. " Yao Ji whispered something to indicate that it didn't matter. The Third Mother stood outside with her for a while longer before saying, "Why don't I take you in and have a look?" Look at him? " Yao Ji was silent for a long time before she finally said, "I'm not going in. He hurt you so much, I don't want to see this evil son of mine ever again!" The sound of their feet slowly faded away.

His inner breathing suddenly reversed, and the Fa Li that he had painstakingly gathered for the past three years rampaged through his body like a wild horse escaping its halter. For a moment, his face was ashen, and he almost fainted from the pain. However, he didn't pay attention to all of this. His zhen Qi, which had been randomly thrown around, had once again seriously injured his body that had just started to improve.

A few tears trickled down his face. For thousands of years, he had thought he had forgotten the taste of tears. But what right did he have to cry? Unfilial son. In his mother's eyes, he was still that evil son who had caused the deaths of his father and elder brother!

It was almost noon, and Liu Yanchang had already been standing in front of the door for half the time it took to brew a cup of hot tea. Enter? Or not to enter? From beginning to end, he was unable to come to a conclusion.

For three years he had never looked at this man, but he would often ask the servants about his progress. He did not want to think about this person and mention this name, but he still wanted to quietly watch over this person.

That person, Yang Jian, was the first to see him surrounded by Divine Weapons brawny generals. He wore a silver armor and a black robe, and did not conceal the disdain and hatred in his eyes. He had never looked down on himself. He didn't understand how he could favor such a useless scholar like himself with his precious little sister. Yes, he was just an ordinary scholar. He was not outstanding, and he did not have any unique bearing.

However, such a delicate and pretty girl who was like a poem or song in the Three Realms had fallen into love with him because he had slipped off the cliff and fallen into her clouds.

Is there anything more absurd than this? Holding her child in her arms, watching her most trusted brother push her into the dark, damp depths of the mountain, it was as if she was in a dream.

For the next ten years or so, he carefully hid himself. Ordinary. That was his greatest hope. But he wasn't going to let her go, and he wasn't going to let go of his sister's child either. He couldn't remember how he had walked all the way here in despair. In the end, he had actually won. He had won cleanly, yet inexplicably.

Chen Xiang, you are a child that I watched grow up. But why do I feel that ever since you stepped out of Liu Village, you have become more and more like another person?

Even though that person has suffered a crushing defeat at your hands and has fallen to the point of being forced to rely on the mercy of those he disdains in order to survive.

But after seeing him in such a sorry state in the Zhao residence, he did not want to see him. This was because even in his lowest state, this person could still use his cold and aloof gaze to look at others, and not humble and begging like he had imagined.

After three years, this person was already used to thousands of years of haughtiness, coldly looking down on all living beings beneath his feet. Then, would these three years make him change a little?

Liu Yanchang was still deep in thought when he heard a low cough coming from the house. It suddenly gave him courage that he didn't know where it came from. His mind jolted and he finally pushed open the door to enter.

The room was rather dark and dusty. If he saw this elsewhere, he would definitely call for the servants to reprimand him. However, he had no interest in this room.

I heard the report this morning. Was it because the injury worsened? Yang Jian's complexion looked even worse than he had expected. Liu Yanchang walked to the bedside and lowered his head to carefully examine it. This was the first time he had the chance to look at this person from this angle.

They were quite similar to the Third Saintess; after all, they were siblings whose blood was thicker than water. Then, why did he do it that year, trapping his favorite little sister at the bottom of the mountain for twenty years? Liu Yanchang couldn't help but smile. So what if he was an immortal? In the end, he was still inferior to a mere mortal. She had persisted for 20 years and obtained a complete home. This person, the love between siblings that spanned thousands of years, had personally destroyed it bit by bit.

Yang Jian's body was still in indescribable pain. He did his best to compress the chaotic true energy, and cold sweat continued to seep out from his forehead. He knew that someone had come in and was standing quietly by the bed, not like the servants who used to speak ill of evil. However, he was too lazy to look. Since the hatred had never settled, why must the people he hated continue to live on and leave each other to face this endless torment?

That person opened his mouth and said, "Yang Jian, I have no other intentions for coming here today. I only came to disturb you because I heard about your recent situation and was worried about you. I hope you don't take offense to it. " The voice was familiar, but unexpected. Liu Yanchang? He gawked for a moment, then opened his eyes and took a quick look. As expected, it was not bad. With a single thought, he more or less guessed the scholar's intention in coming here. He could not help but give a cold smile.

Liu Yanchang smiled sincerely and said, "Originally, the Third Mother should have also come. After all, you are a family. However, she had to take care of her mother-in-law. She had too many things to take care of, and was unable to leave for the moment. And you also know that your mother-in-law has always had a grudge against your actions. As a child, it's not good to go against her wishes. "

Yang Jian listened calmly, and sighed when he heard Yao Ji's words. However, even though survival was a burden, it was not something that could be discussed by others. He knew what the scholar wanted to see, so he forcefully suppressed the discomfort he felt. His expression was carefree as he gave a faint smile.

Liu Yanchang's smile froze on his face. After a while, he suddenly said, "The truth is, I came here today just for Chen Xiang and the Third Saintess." After saying this, she was stunned. She didn't know what was the point of saying this to the person in front of her.

The Third Mother was his own sister, not bad, but she was personally pressed down by him for twenty years. As for Chen Xiang, he had created a new world in the middle of his pursuit. There was probably no one else in this world who cared about him other than himself.

However, he seemed to have completely lost control. Despite the doubts in Liu Yanchang's heart, he continued, "You know, the Third Saintess is the most beloved girl in my life. Agarwood is my only flesh and blood. I will do anything for these two, and that is my responsibility — do you understand? "

Even though he said those words, he was still in a daze. He actually didn't know what he wanted to say, just like how he didn't know why he would suddenly appear in this room. Just now when Yang Jian opened his eyes, he regretted it. This person's gaze was still as cold and haughty as before.

"After all, you were once a judicial god in the Heaven Realm. In these three years, there have been many deities who have come to visit you. It has always been hard for good people to do anything. As you are now, those who know that we have taken you in out of sympathy will unknowingly blame the Third Mother and Chen Xiang for not taking care of you properly and not caring about family. Yang Jian, why did you go to the Zhao manor that year? That was another good play you planned, wasn't it? "You still won't let me go, won't you, my whole family?"

He spoke faster and faster, incoherent with excitement.

Yang Jian looked at him coldly. Is this your idea, or is it Chen Xiang's view? " he thought. However, what was the meaning of this scholar saying all this today? He probably didn't even know what he was talking about. Responsibility? What right did he have to mention responsibility? So forgetting was also a type of happiness?

Liu Yanchang suddenly turned around and left in a hurry. It was only when he took a big step into the main hall that he suddenly realized what had happened. He slowly sat down on the chair, feeling indescribably puzzled and at a loss. He seemed to have forgotten something, and yet, he seemed to have been stiffly and forcefully stuffed in.

"However, that little house is really lonely!" It was the only thing he felt about his strange act.