"You are not worthy of mentioning him." Ranbai lifted his eyes, his eyes were so light that it was the dark and cold Guiyue in late autumn, and he felt bored.

A very calm tone, but a very oppressive feeling.

"I won't mention him? Why, I'm saying it? Do you dare to mention him? Do you dare to think of him for so many years?!"

A pool of blood suddenly emerged from the sky, squeezing Leg's neck, shrinking continuously, and blood fell to the ground with a tick of beauty and twilight color!

Leg fell down in a mess and knelt on the ground, his fingers desperately trying to stop Ayama, which strangled his neck, and trembled continuously, but in vain!

"I heard him from you..." Ranbai was slow and slow, with a trace of lingering evil spirit hidden between his eyebrows and eyes, "It really makes people disgusting."

"You...you..." Leg's face was already pale. He broke a bone porcelain vase while struggling. The solid wood table and chair were overturned and made a clanging sound, sharp and deafening, and his eardrums were torn apart. However, there was no trace of anger in this corner that could not be shining on the moonlight. In a trance, there was no sound.

He was not afraid of laughing, and said with difficulty, "He was you, you killed him! Don't forget... It was you, you... You were alive and it was a joke!"

"Those who love you die for you! The one you love dies in a bad life! Think about the person you used to, who did not escape because of you? Tell me why you still live?!!"

"You are a grievance when you live! You killed everyone, everyone died, and only you, the person who should not live, survived! It's ridiculous! It's ridiculous!!"

There was no trace of fear of death in him, and he had even given up struggling and had no desire to survive. The only thing left was the burning and precipitation of time, and the endless hatred that had lasted for thousands of years mixed with countless pasts.

The hysterical cry was fully revealed. The words suppressed by the bones for so many years were rubbed and shattered, and spit out the bones, hurting others and oneself.

Perhaps after Liao Rusi left, he lived with such a little hatred.

Ranbai listened quietly without any reaction, as if he was listening to the story of a teahouse, watching other people's lives, and watching funny dramas.

She finally gave up her eyes and looked at him. The eyes were too deep, and it was hard to see through. Her eyes seemed to appreciate thoughtfully, and she was lazy and tired. She suddenly said, "Mrs. Ling is dead, why don't you commit suicide? Let this palace guess where you buried her."

The uncovered hatred in Leg's eyes finally showed a rift: "What do you mean..."

"Her ashes should miss you very much," Ranbai said only one sentence.

The crack gradually widened in his eyes, as if a natural chasm fell from the sky, cutting the world into a bottomless gap, which was difficult to cross. For the first time, he had real panic because of the inherent ridicule of such a sentence.

The chill rushed from his back and penetrated into his bones, and he didn't even care about the shadow of death covered by the dark blood silk. Leg roared like a mad dog, trembling with anger and fear, and even his teeth and voices were trembling: "You dare! Ranbai, you dare! She is your mother! You will never want to see her, and you will not disturb her peace!"

Look, no matter who is gentle or vicious in this world, there is always a taboo.

Ranbai was laughing, as if he had heard something very interesting. His smile was ripped and he said lightly: "So you still remember it. This palace thought it was drilled out of the stone."

This sounds funny, even funny, and easily covers up everything behind it.

If possible, Legge didn't want to admit this fact at all. This evil seed would be Liao Rus and his children.

He felt sad.

The man died that year, and she broke her bones and begged for the man's ashes. For this reason, she did not hesitate to cut off her five senses and was covered in blood. What did they do? She scattered the ashes to Siwu with her own hands, allowing her to watch, as she was desperately begging for ashes!

So now.

She is back.

Carrying a heavy hatred and past.

What is she going to do?

Leg didn't dare to think about it at all. He was not afraid of Ranbai's revenge, Ranbai's destruction of the blood clan, or Ranbai's killing him.

This is what he will do in his life.

But he was afraid - he was afraid that she would not be at peace after Liao Rusi's death, and he was afraid that she would take revenge on Liao Rusi like they did back then.

"Your mother is innocent... you can't do this." Every bone on Leg's body was trembling, swallowing the fishy sweetness that poured into his throat.

Ranbai listened to this sentence and said nothing.

She hadn't heard the word "Amma" for a long time, and she almost forgot about it. This is the word she called out thousands of times.

These two words are born with a lingering and dependable intimacy.

I don’t know when she started, but she stopped calling, said it, gradually forgotten, and replaced it with the word “a distant mother”.

It turns out that she had a father and mother before.

Not only was Ranbai avoiding it, but also Leg's memory that he hated deeply. But now because of Ranbai's words, he actually said nothing. Leg was afraid and panicked, trying to make Ranbai soften his heart with a trace of endless family affection brought from his blood.

"What do you think this palace will do?" Ranbai looked down at him and asked.

Legge couldn't say it, yes, he didn't think there was anything at the time when the answer he couldn't say it himself, but now when he thought about it carefully, thinking that all this was about to happen to Liao Rusi, which made his ashes annihilated and his death was in peace, he suddenly felt extremely cruel.

He didn't know what Ranbai would do, he couldn't see through it.

"If I had known that raising a tiger would be a disaster today, I would have killed you."

On the day that man died for her, perhaps earlier, when rumors spread all over the city, or perhaps earlier, from the day she was born.

"What a pity, there is always only one chance to choose." Ranbai stared at him. If she died that year, everything would not have happened. The person who should have lived is still living well, but it is just that there is no such thing as her. It may be a blessing.

But she is still alive.

Since she survived, she would not let herself die.

Leg suddenly laughed softly, his throat seemed to be a broken box missing, and the laughter gradually became louder, and he laughed loudly, and tears were about to come out. What was he laughing at?

"Actually, I've always wanted to know why you are alive?"

Perhaps at this moment everything is no longer so important, and arguments and resentment are meaningless.

"You said you, you live your life and you lose everything you have, and you can't get what you want. Seeing so many people die before you, what are you living?"
Chapter completed!