Wen Renzhao dreamed about something a long time ago.
Although he has only lived for eighteen years - technically a little over seventeen years, due to the many ups and downs he has experienced in these years, he always has the illusion that he has been in this world for a long time, and his temperament is much calmer and more mature than his peers. .
Especially before he was four years old, before he came to visit other people's homes, that memory seemed so far away that it seemed like a lifetime ago.
He remembered it very early, but his memory of that period was also somewhat vague. In his dream, he saw a very gorgeous house and courtyard, but the style was different from any other building he had seen in Nanming Chezhou. It was much grander and grander, and it would not be an exaggeration to say it was a palace.
In the garden, a beautiful and gentle woman raised her eyebrows, twisting a man's ears and beating and scolding him. The man was very brave, but he squatted on the ground and didn't dare to fight back.
Although he was being beaten, there was a smile in his eyes that couldn't be hidden.
As a young man, he sat in the yard, his face red from crying, and he didn't forget to cover his mouth tightly while crying.
Wenren Zhaoye suddenly realized. He remembered that this was a time when his family of three were walking in the garden when he was a child. On a whim, his father asked him, "Do you want dad to come and lift you up?" Wenren Zhaoye nodded and said. If he wanted, the man would lift him up high and swing him in the air.
Just when Wen Renzhao was getting excited about playing at night, the man slipped his hand and directly projected his own son out of the air.
Before the young Wenren Zhaoye could react, he had already been thrown to the ground on his face. His front teeth, which were somewhat loose, greeted the floor tiles cordially and said goodbye to him forever.
Fortunately, he has been strong and healthy since he was a child. He was not injured when he fell from such a high place, but his front teeth were lost. Wen Renzhao sat on the ground blankly at night, not aware of anything serious yet.
On the contrary, when the woman saw that her son, who had been handsome since birth, was missing a front tooth, she looked so stupid. Her eyes turned black and her eyes turned red with distress.
Without saying a word, she gave her husband a slap in the face, "I told you to play with your child. It's fine now. From now on, your son will become a loser and can't find a wife. It depends on what you will do..."
"What's this!"
The man looked at Wenren Zhaoye who was crying, and his expression made him want to laugh.
With a big wave of his hand, he picked up Wenren Zhaoye who was still crying without caring, and said with a big smile: "Even if your son and I are missing a front tooth, he will still be the second most handsome man in the world when he grows up." A man. Well, he should still be no match for me... If it doesn’t work, we still have talent and strength, oh!”
Before he could finish speaking, the gentle woman grabbed his ear and pinched it hard, "I call you talent, I call you force..."
Wenren Zhaoye was still ignorant at that time. From his mother's attitude, he vaguely understood that "having nice teeth" and "finding a wife" were two extremely important things in life. It was all gone after a fall, and then I started crying loudly.
After a while, the noise from his parents' side gradually stopped, and he felt his head being patted lightly.
He raised his head and saw that the man who had just been repaired was looking at him with his arms folded, his smiling eyes still gleaming with some malicious intent. The woman with the fragrant fragrance didn't care about her clean white dress at all. She squatted in front of him and put a white jade-like finger on her lips.
"Don't cry," she said with a smile, "Ye'er, be strong."
do not Cry.
Ye'er, be strong.
Later, the raging fire engulfed the gorgeous palace, and the exotic flowers in the garden turned into a pile of black debris drifting in the wind. The dead bodies of the palace guards were slanted on the gravel path, and the bloody atmosphere lingered. He was held in the arms of the sword maid and took one last hasty look at his mother.
The mother was sitting on her knees in the sea of fire. She hugged her father's body tightly and turned back to smile gently at him, just like before.
"Don't cry..." Before the door closed permanently, she put her bloody fingers to her lips and whispered, "Ye'er, be strong."
After that night, Wenren Zhaoye never made any sound again.
Later, after arriving at Wenren's house, Wenren Zhaoye was already a little wooden man who could neither cry nor laugh. No matter how the children of his generation bullied this thin child, he did not react at all, as if he did not know what pain was. What is sad, even when he is beaten, he can't make a sound, which makes the people who bully him lose interest.
But he is not a real piece of wood. How can a flesh and blood body not hurt?
The young Wenren Zhao thought about his father and mother who died in front of him at night, and secretly cried in the middle of the night. But at that time, he could no longer make a sound and could only choke and cry silently.
Those once beautiful and happy things turned into sharp knives, cutting his heart into pieces.
Wenren Zhaoye began to deliberately forget the memories before he was four years old. He tried to completely close himself off, and he really deceived himself.
If there were no good days to compare with, the present would not be so difficult.
...
But when Luo Tianxing, who claimed to be his fiancée, came to him, his heart moved one day, and all the things he thought he had forgotten came flooding back.
It seemed that the feeling from before was back, but there seemed to be something different. This time he was no longer the child sitting on the ground crying.
One time, Wenren Zhaoye's arm was injured while hunting. When Luo Tianxing was applying medicine to him with his beard and eyes wide open, it was obvious that the girl was not gentle or harsh. She stabbed his wound hard while applying medicine, but he understood. The reason why my father could still laugh so happily after being beaten by his mother.
...It's actually happiness.
It turned out that for all the trivial and troublesome things he had done for her day and night, there were only four words in his heart: "It was as sweet as sweet cakes."
In a daze, Wenren Zhaoye heard a burst of crying. The cry seemed to be ringing in his ears. It was like a thunderous explosion. It was also very long and continued for a long time without stopping.
He felt that the cry was a bit familiar, but it was usually a fake cry. Today, there was a bit of real sadness, which made his injured head hurt even more after hearing it. For some reason, even his heart was throbbing. It hurts from tightening.
Almost subconsciously, he felt that he should comfort the owner of the cry.
So Wenren Zhaoye opened his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, he met the girl's crying eyes that were as red as a rabbit. At first sight, these eyes made him feel a little dazed, and he thought he was in a dream.
...It's just that Luo Tianxing cried much harder than his mother did at that time.
Looking at Luo Tianxing's face that was red from crying, Wenren Zhaoye couldn't tell for a moment whether he was feeling distressed or something, but he still wanted to laugh.
Could it be that he has always prided himself on being deep and steady, but deep down he still follows his unreliable biological father?
Luo Tianxing did not expect that Wen Renzhao would suddenly wake up at night, and her mournful cries stopped immediately. She sniffed and looked at him blankly, her expression looking a bit funny.
"You... why did you wake up suddenly? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
Wenren Zhaoye shook his head reluctantly. Every joint in his body hurt when he moved a little.
A month had passed since the battle. Wen Renzhao Ye had been unconscious. Luo Tianxing came to visit whenever he had time, for fear that the future Long Aotian would die in the novice village before he started his business.
Every time when Wen Renzhao went to bed and saw his calm face, Luo Tianxing would think that he had caused such a disaster because of himself, and he would burst into tears with guilt.
"You've been in a coma for more than half a month. It's almost scaring me to death. You don't know that when I found you in the back mountain, you were already——"
Luo Tianxing hesitated to speak. She sighed a few times and said repeatedly, "Just wake up, just wake up."
Wenren Zhaoye blinked his eyes, and his last memory was that he was leading Wenren Susu through the forest of the back mountain, but was ambushed in advance by a man holding a long bow.
That young man was the strongest opponent he had ever encountered in his life. He almost had his arm broken off just after catching the first arrow. However, when he tried to catch the second arrow, he realized that the man who fired the first arrow only used 30% of his strength at most.
After seeing the sword in Wenren Zhaoye's hand, the man holding the bow seemed to have the intention of killing people and seizing the treasure. The playful smile on his face faded, and the second arrow he shot no longer concealed his clumsiness. He drew the bow like a full moon, and it was long. The arrow came through the wind, and he used ten percent of his strength to kill him with just one blow.
Yue Manyi appeared in time at the last moment, a blue moon lit up in her left eye, and she opened the huge moon wheel with both hands to block the blow for him. While catching the arrow, the moon in her hand shattered together with her original faint shadow.
She didn't say a word. When her figure disappeared, Wenren Zhaoye only heard a soft and unnoticeable sigh.
Then came the third arrow.
He still remembered the way the sharp arrowhead flew towards him with broken rain. He only had time to push Wenren Susu away from him. The next moment... what happened in the next moment?
Wenren Zhaoye's memory was completely cut off here.
He didn't expect that he could survive, so what happened to the others?
Wenren Zhaoye subconsciously opened his mouth to ask, but no sound came out. Only then did he completely separate himself from the boy in the dream who could still cry freely. He wanted to raise his hand to sign something, but as soon as he moved his arm, another sharp pain came through his body, connected to his internal organs.
"Don't move!" Luo Tianxing said quickly, "If there's anything you want to know, I'll tell you. Let me think about it and let's start from before you died...and fell into coma."
But what happened next was truly shocking.
According to Wenren Susu, the only witness that day, when the third arrow was shot, Wenren Zhaoye's aura suddenly became different.
The little girl's teeth chattered a bit when she said this, and she said tremblingly: "I can't tell exactly what has changed, but it is even scarier than usual."
The power of this third arrow was impossible for Wenren Zhaoye, who was still in the Qi training stage, to catch it. However, Wenren Susu, who was pushed aside, could clearly see that Wenren Zhaoye's power surged several times in an instant. , the long sword in Ji's hand kept roaring, but he did not dodge or evade, directly raised his arm to intercept the sharp arrow in mid-air, and split it in half with one sword.
Not only that, he disappeared in an instant.
When he reappeared, there was only a loud noise, and the big tree where the young man with the bow was hiding was cut down by a sword light. He sensed something was wrong and was about to escape. Wenren Zhaoye appeared behind him out of thin air, and hit him from mid-air with one arm. Fall down.
The two were fighting at close quarters and couldn't make three moves. The young man was pierced by Wenren Zhaoye's sword and died on the spot.
Wenren Susu was almost stunned.
After Wenren Zhaoye killed the man, he pulled out the blood-stained sword from the man's body. He looked around, and finally walked steadily towards Wenren Susu, with blood still dripping from the tip of the sword. His face was indifferent, and the blood stains all over his body looked like a devil.
She was too scared to move, but she saw Ren Zhaoye staggered and almost fell to the ground after taking only two steps. Then she propped herself on the ground with her sword, kneeling on one knee as if she had lost all strength, without any reaction.
Luo Tianxing hurried to the battlefield in the forest and saw Wenren Zhaoye dying with his sword at the first sight.
At that time, Wenren Zhaoye had indeed lost all vital signs. He had no breathing and heartbeat, and his body gradually became stiff.
Luo Tianxing put his warm hand on the hand that was holding the sword hilt tightly, and only felt the coldness and blood on one hand.
As for why he can come back from the dead at this moment...
Luo Tianxing's eyes unconsciously looked at Wenren Zhaoye's exposed skin outside the quilt.
He had no clothes on his upper body at this time. Although the quilt covered part of his body, he could still see an ink tattoo of a giant python's head entwined on his shoulder. The python's eyes were staring at him, and the letter it spat out was close to his neck.
On Wenren Zhaoye's covered body, an ink tattoo of a complete giant python appeared. The snake's body was winding and tightly locked on his body, reaching up to the neck where Snake Xinzi was close to, and the entangled snake tail extended to his thighs. Its fangs were exposed, making it look very ferocious, but the python body was strong and powerful.
The seven inches of the giant python overlapped with Wenren Zhaoye's heart, and were pinned firmly by a spear, unable to move.
Its scales were peeling off and dripping with blood, but its eyes were still full of desire, as if it was planning how to take this body as its own.
