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Chu He's body finally gradually recovered. When the weather was warm, he was finally allowed to go to the garden of the community with Zhou Hui's company.

The process of obtaining approval was not easy, because Zhou Hui was opposed at the beginning - he was the kind of person who was very light-hearted even if he said no on the surface, and his inner will was extremely difficult to change. Chu He mentioned it to him many times, and tried everything from being tough to begging. In the end, he even turned a little against him, so he reluctantly removed the forbidden curse on the door.

But every time he went downstairs, he was with Chu He. The two of them walked in the garden downstairs holding hands, sometimes sitting by the fountain and watching the big red koi swimming in the water.

This community deserves its tremendous high price. The garden covers a vast area and is beautiful and secluded. There are gurgling clear flowing water hidden among the trees. There are large clumps of seasonal flowers blooming beside the grass. There are white tables and chairs surrounded by the pool under palm trees. Zhou Hui sometimes brings fresh juice and snacks from home, and spends the afternoon with Chuhe.

In the evening, an adult occasionally takes his children for a walk. The children come and ask for snacks. Chu He smiled, picked up cakes or candies, and put them in the open palms of these children.

He is indeed a person who likes children very much. He seems to have a natural affinity for those warm, young and soft creatures.

However, Zhou Hui only sat next to him, sometimes reading books, sometimes taking the platform computer to study something casually, and turning a blind eye to the people around him. Occasionally, the puppy and kitten ran to his feet, and he just gently swept away with his toes, without even looking away.

He doesn't like those.

He doesn't like those young, soft, hungry creatures.

When did it start? Sometimes Chu He thinks like this when he looks at him.

In Chu He's memory, Zhou Hui liked Maha. At least when Maha was still very young and noisy, Zhou Hui often held his child to sleep all night long, and sometimes put Maha who had become a birdie on his shoulder or on his head, climbed to the top of the mountain, and hummed a sleeping song to the starry sky.

The warmth at that moment gives people the illusion that it can be eternal, but in fact it is just a short mirage and moon, which soon shattered into millions of pieces in the long river of time.

After Maha was seven or eight years old, he began to dream of his mother's tragic death.

The scenes in his dreams were so clear and real that they always woke up crying late at night. The panicked child came to his parents for comfort at first, but as such nightmares became more and more frequent, Zhou Hui's emotions became more and more restless in vague speculation, and his attitude became capricious. One night, his long-accumulated bipolar finally broke out. When Maha cried and came to the door to pat him, he refused him stubbornly, and let the child cry outside and choked.

Perhaps it was from that moment on that, there was a hint of hatred and fear that even he could not even detect when he looked at Maha.

He did not hide it very well. In other words, the child's sensitive and tender heart actually felt his father's disgust for him.

Maha became more and more silent, perverted, and moody. The frequent nightmares sometimes even confused his differences between reality and dreams. One morning when Phoenix went to dress him, he suddenly looked at his mother and asked, "Aren't you dead?" - His eyes were puzzled and his tone was calm, as if the long-term torture of dreams made him accept the "facts" of his mother's death from his heart.

Phoenix spent a lot of time with him, even never leaving him a single step, but the chaotic situation was always good and bad, and it repeated over and over again. When it was good, Maha just disgusted with his father and was extremely dependent on his mother; but when it was bad, Maha refused to see his mother because he couldn't tell whether his mother was a living person or a ghost.

Zhou Hui's efforts and patience reached their limits under such a sinister and chaotic situation.

The second son Garula came at such an inappropriate time.

Actually, now that Zhou Hui was not as mature and smooth as he is now. If he were now, he would be able to handle this shaky family relationship with more ease, but he had indeed endured the limits of his ability back then.

After Garula was born, Zhou Hui's feelings for this child who looked like him were not just love, but rather a more complex emotion. On the one hand, he still had a natural sense of responsibility for the child, and on the other hand, he was afraid that Garula would become another Maha, one day in the future, and once again predicted the ending of becoming a monk and destroying people.

Driven by this complex emotion, he was very restrained in the fatherly love shown by Garulo. Although he fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, it was really just a responsibility.

Sometimes he was even afraid that Maha would approach Garuda. When he saw these two children together, he would feel that fate was hiding behind them like a devil, laughing unscrupulously at him, and moving step by step towards the established ending.

Children are not fools. They may not understand the complex feelings of their father, but they instinctively feel who is the one who can rely on the most. The more rigid and alienated the father, the more compensation and care the mother will be inspired by guilt, and the closer the children will be to the phoenix. In the end, this formed a vicious cycle that could not stop like a whirlpool. Even after Maha grew up and went to the 33rd level of heaven to recuperate, the relationship between Zhou Hui and his second son Garula did not completely recover.

Perhaps it was from then on that time that Zhou Hui became less fond of children, and later developed into not very fond of all young, soft creatures seeking protection from him.

Chu He once tried to change this strange family relationship, but Zhou Hui had no choice. He also tried to visit Maha who was reciting before the Buddha alone in the thirty-third heaven, and also tried to get close to Garula, but the result was not very satisfactory. The strange and stiff atmosphere of the father and son when they got along made each other very embarrassed.

Phoenix once asked Zhou Hui, if there was no Mahana's illusory "omenon", would everything today not have happened?

Zhou Hui thought for a long time and shook his head.

"Maybe I don't have the talent to be a father from my heart... Blood Sea monsters are low-level creatures that only know how to fight and devour. They rarely estrus and produce offspring; even if there are offspring, they will not have any instincts for nurturing, because children are born as competitors and plunderers of survival resources. Some monsters even produce cubs when resources are poor, just for food reserves..."

"So sometimes when I see Maha, I will feel a sense of urgency and crisis from my instinct - I know that I can't move him, but I also have to raise him, but one day he will become my competitor, and even in the near future, he will become an existence that will completely replace me..."

When he said this, Zhou Hui smiled bitterly, his voice filled with heavy weight: "—"Being replaced" is a very terrible thing. Maybe I just projected this fear onto the overly powerful descendants."

·

The biggest advantage of Phoenix is ​​that he rarely persuades others to accept his own views or forces others to convert to the so-called "correct" direction. Even if he thinks it is necessary, he will not ask Zhou Hui to do it again and again.

He respects Zhou Hui's racial instinct as a monster and understands his complex feelings for his descendants.

The thousand-year-old retreat on Mount Sumeru finally freed Maha from the torture of confusion between dreams and reality. During this period, Garula also grew up slowly. After Maha returned to the human world from thirty-three days, the family lived in Tibet and formed a strange balance relationship on the vast snow-capped plateau.

It was like the top of a snow-capped glacier. Although everyone knew that just a shout could cause tens of tons of snow to collapse instantly, at least before the scream broke out, everything was temporarily maintaining a fragile balance.

Without that specific opportunity, an avalanche would not have happened.

And all the destined destiny began to operate soon.

On the golden roof of the snow mountain, peacock swallows the Buddha.

——The 30,000-year Buddhist disaster that the Phoenix had to do with it finally responded to it again.

The Buddha broke through the peacock's spine and lowered the strongest destruction in history. Billions of thunders turned glaciers into flat ground, cut off the Yarlung Zangbo River, and surging floods flooded the vast plains.

The peacock struggled in pain in the lightning in the sky, and the cry of moans shook the sky and ten earths, and the feathers and flesh fell on the collapsed earth like rain. The phoenix wanted to rush up to the sky to rescue, but was pressed tightly by Zhou Hui, not allowing him to step into the minefield.

Until the last thunder tribulation of billions of thunder, and the strongest thunder that concentrated all the wrath of gods and Buddhas, the peacock finally only had the last wisp of true soul, showing scarred phantoms from the world, stretching its bloody head to the phoenix, and finally rubbing its mother's hand: "Goodbye...mother."

The phoenix burst out with a heart-wrenching scream, forcibly breaking away from the ninety-eighty-one magic forbidden, roared into the real body and rushed into the sky, and withstood the last blow with its body!

——That one blow crushed the phoenix to pieces and burned it all.

The charred phoenix bones were swept by the collapsed earth. With the flood and snow, they were deeply trapped under the glaciers of the Himalayas, and they no longer saw the light of day.

——That is the starting point of all unrest and separation.

·

"what's on your mind?"

Zhou Hui raised his head from the tablet and saw Chu He staring at the child who was led by his parents in the distance, laughing and screaming with his schoolbag on his back, without moving.

"Nothing..." Chu He sighed almost silently and turned the book in his hand over a page.

Zhou Hui held his hand and gently rubbed his thumb on the back of his hand. After a while, he suddenly said: "Part yeller Yu's little daughter is two years old this year. She is very gentle and quiet and never causes trouble..."

"Is the essential trait for children that you can tolerate is quiet and not cause trouble?" Chu He was amused and cried, and said, "Forget it, I've already lost half of my life now, let's talk about it later."

He put away the book and lost any interest, so he walked to the pool to squat down to see the blue blue waves under the setting sun and the white and round pebbles spread on the steps.

A puppy ran to him with his head shaking his head. Chu He saw that no one was walking the dog around him, thinking where he ran out quietly? He sorted out the puppy's long golden brown hair casually, and it rubbed Chu He's fingers with its warm and wet nose, which made him laugh unconsciously.

Zhou Hui turned around from the chair and looked at them, his eyes fixed on Chu He's face, his eyes fascinated and stunned.

"Go back," Chu He said, standing up from the pool.

However, he was too anemia. After squatting for a long time, he stood up suddenly and immediately became dizzy. He subconsciously took a step back half a step and stepped on the smooth pebbles on the steps.

The next second, he slipped backward and fell into the pool.

Crazy-!

Chu He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the sofa!

Zhou Hui couldn't dodge and sat stiffly beside the sofa, holding his hand without saying a word.

Chu He gasped and looked around, and saw him sitting on the large sofa of his home. The living room was not turned on, the door outside the entrance hall was closed, and the sky was already dark outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The sunset, the puppy, the pool... was like an absurd dream, disappearing cleanly with the moment you opened your eyes.

"...illusion," Chu He murmured in disbelief, looking at Zhou Hui: "That was the illusion just now? Did you create it for me?"

Zhou Hui's face was cold and hard, and he didn't say anything.

Chu He broke free from his hand, turned over, and headed straight for the door. But then Zhou Hui turned around and held him down. Regardless of his resistance, he dragged him back and pressed him heavily on the sofa: "Are you crazy? There is a magic ban on the door. If you want to be burned, go!"

Zhou Hui was both stern, but he pressed his hand and didn't relax like an iron pliers. Chu He finally realized that the "going out for a walk" during this period was all the illusions created by Zhou Hui. He had never taken a step out of the house!

This absurd fact made a chill in his heart instantly, and he crawled into his brain along his limbs and bones, even his voice was a little unstable: "What the hell do you want to do... Zhou Hui? Do you want to keep me like this all the time?"

Zhou Hui did not answer, and Chu He broke away from his hand, but then he was grabbed by his shoulder and pressed it tightly on the backrest of the sofa!

"Let go, Zhou Hui! What do you want to do? It's crazy!"

"I know what I'm doing." Zhou Hui's tone was calm: "Without my permission, you can't walk out of this door half a step."

"Do you want to keep me for the rest of my life?"

"I can do this," said Zhou Hui.

Chu He looked at his face. There was no light on in the living room. The street lights in the community outside the floor-to-ceiling window passed through the treetops and reflected through the glass on his side face with deep lines. The corners of his lips were as if they were carved by a knife.

He is serious.

Chu He stared at him, gasped slightly, and after a while, he made a slightly stiff voice after forcibly suppressing: "Why... is it necessary to do this?"

Zhou Hui looked at him deeply, and after a while, he showed an indescribable sneer: "I said I don't want to hear the reason why you stopped me from killing the Ming King of the Three Worlds. I will check it myself..."

“—I found out.”

Chu He's eyes changed slightly, and then Zhou Hui pulled his chin with his thumb, forcing him to look up at him.

"Do you still remember that during the turbulent incident in Guoan, you fought against all the members of the fifth group in the hospital alone, and you took away all the souls and turned into vegetative people? These people were later escorted back to a special underground prison, and none of them died..."

"—I was wondering, in such a fierce battle, it is harder to ensure that everyone is not seriously injured than to avoid being injured by themselves. Why do you have to spend so much effort to do this?"

"So I asked Situ Yansan to investigate. Although he was delayed a little time because he was seriously injured, last week, he finally found an even more amazing fact..."

Zhou Hui paused and looked directly at Chu He's pupils:

"Situ told me that there were several people in the fifth group who were seriously injured and dying while fighting you, but they were rescued by you immediately using first aid - that is to say, you deliberately showed mercy and saved everyone's lives."

Chu He stared at him and said lightly: "I am kind to the enemy, but you didn't know it on the first day."
To be continued...