Yin Ruming stood beside Xiaojian.
At this moment, she had no idea what was happening in the courtyard.
There were tears in her eyes.
All she could see in her eyes was Xiao Jian's face blurred by tears.
She was panicked.
More panicked than she had ever been in her life.
Fifteen years have passed!
The first time she saw Xiaojian at Yuelai Inn, she knew he was her son!
Because Xiaojian and Qin Lin are almost identical.
Also because she knew that the young lady, Miss Lu San, gave birth to a daughter, not a son!
That night, Xiaojian was born.
He was taken away by Qin Lin before he even had a mouthful of milk.
He is a descendant of the Qin family, and Yin Ruming thought that Qin Lin took him back to recognize his ancestor.
But on the next night, all the people in Qinjian Villa were wiped out.
Since then, his son has disappeared.
She thought her son was dead.
It wasn't until the news spread in the world that the descendants of Qinjian Villa came from outside the country that she felt a glimmer of hope in her heart.
He's really here.
Coming with a coffin on his back.
She saw her son but didn't dare to recognize him.
Because she didn't want her son to live with his head down and carry the name of an illegitimate child for the rest of his life!
Now she finally got up the courage because her son was dying.
Now that her son is dead, she has no plans to live.
Xiaojian was obviously also surprised.
The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and blood was gushing out of his internal organs.
His eyes seemed a little dim, but he still looked at Yin Ruming's face in front of him...
Mother?
The title of mother is too far away and too unfamiliar to Xiaojian.
In the desert outside the pass, in that place where the sky is filled with yellow sand.
He lived in the small house under the old poplar tree for ten full years, with only Xiaoqin and his two knives beside him.
In addition to taking care of his younger sister Xiaoqin, he spends almost all his time practicing swordsmanship.
There is only one move to practice - draw the sword!
Under a certain sunset.
He would lean against the old poplar tree with his sister Xiaoqin, look at the gorgeous sunset in the desert, and talk about his mother or father——
The master left the two siblings here.
They don't know who their parents are.
Xiaoqin has been without legs since she was a child. Xiaoqin said... they are children abandoned by their parents.
Just like the fledgling eagle resting on the treetops.
In order to survive, it must learn to fly on its own.
The siblings were only five years old at the time.
Three years later, the master came again.
This time I told them their origins.
Only then did they realize that they were carrying the blood feud on their backs.
Xiaoqin did not practice martial arts originally.
It was that year that the master brought the gun.
It's called the Blue Blood Silver Washing Gun!
The master asked Xiaoqin to practice only one shot——
The master said, that's called a gentle shot!
Use the gentlest way to kill the heinous enemy.
Only one chance!
They practiced this spear together for seven years!
Last spring, the master brought the coffin.
Xiaoqin has lived in that coffin since then.
The grown-up brother and sister never talked about their father and mother again.
This originally heartwarming title has become a pain buried in their hearts.
Xiaojian already knew from his master that he and Xiaoqin had the same father, but he also thought that his mother died in the fire fifteen years ago.
He never expected that this woman would actually call him!
"You...you are my...mother?"
"Um!"
Yin Ruming nodded desperately.
She stretched out her hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of Xiao Jian's mouth, but she couldn't wipe it clean.
She hurriedly tore off one sleeve of her clothes, trying to stop the blood from Xiaojian's mouth.
Xiao Jian laughed, and he smiled happily.
He seemed to have forgotten that he was going to die.
He didn't care about his identity as an illegitimate child at all.
His happiness is...
The mother I had fantasized about for more than ten years was actually alive and by his side.
It made him feel warm.
But it made him feel a pain in his heart.
His voice became lower and lower:
"Mother...the child is unfilial..."
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Wu had already walked over.
When Xiao Wu came over, Princess Liyang who was sitting under the eaves opposite had already stood up.
"Clang!" a sound.
The swallow lamp in her hand fell to the ground and shattered.
Xiao Wu didn't look back, he was looking at Xiao Jian's injury. After two breaths, he pulled out the green blood-washing silver gun!
This is a taboo.
But he just did it.
The moment the gun was pulled out, Xiao Wu's hand suddenly became bright.
His palm fell on Xiao Jian's wound, and he kicked the dead Zhou Dashan away.
He just carried the little sword into the coffin that had been laid flat.
He also entered the coffin.
The girl named Xiaoqin on the ground crawled over with difficulty.
She held the coffin with her hand, tears falling from her eyes, "Please, please save my brother Xiaojian!"
She fell to the ground.
Keep kowtowing to the coffin.
A pit appeared on the ground, and there was red blood in the pit.
Xiao Wu walked out of the coffin, picked up the coffin lid, and patted Xiao Qin's shoulder. Under Xiao Qin's surprised gaze, he wrote a line of words on the ground:
"Don't let anyone lift the lid of this coffin!"
He stepped into the coffin again, lay down, and closed the lid.
It was not completely dark inside the coffin.
Xiao Wu is shining.
He is like a Buddha.
…
…
Princess Liyang didn't even look at the coffin.
She stared at Yan Jidao standing in the heavy snow, her face full of disbelief.
"How did you get out?"
Yan Jidao didn't turn his head to look at her.
This is the deepest disgust that comes from the heart.
He walked over, stood beside Xiaoqin, and picked up the green blood-washed silver gun on the ground.
He practices boxing.
But when he held the gun, even the two half-step masters took three steps back!
He has become like this gun.
The tiredness and decadence on his face disappeared in this moment.
With the gun in his hand, there seemed to be no more gentle shots.
The green gun barrel seemed to be impatient and made a sound like a dragon's roar.
The silver spear tip pointed toward the sky.
The gun light blinded everyone's eyes at this moment.
He pondered like this for five full breaths, and he seemed to have finally made a decision.
Princess Liyang took a step back.
He took another step back.
Her heart trembled.
She had already felt the overwhelming murderous intention conveyed to her by Yan Jidao!
"You can't kill me!"
"If you kill me, my husband will hate you forever!"
She took a step back again.
She had retreated to the open door of the main room.
But instead of disappearing, the murderous intention locked on her body became even stronger, so much so that she felt chills all over her body.
"For that woman, you didn't even care about your wife?"
"After all these years of being married to you, how many days have you stayed at home?"
Princess Liyang shouted again in a hoarse voice: "How am I inferior to that woman!"
"Everything I did was not for Yan Mansion!"
"I destroyed Qinjian Villa just so you could go home!"
"I'm a woman!"
"But I am a widow because of you!"
"Why!"
She took another step back and stood in the door.
Her guards had already gathered in front of her.
She stretched out her arms and suddenly laughed:
"Yes, you and Miss Lu San were childhood sweethearts, but so what?"
"You didn't marry her after all!"
She stretched out a hand and pointed at Yan Jida in the distance, as if she was crazy:
"It was you who caused everyone in Chehou Mansion to be killed!"
"I am Princess Ningguo! Why should she, Miss Lu San, fight with me?"
"If you dare to be in the first grade of junior high school, I will dare to be in the fifteenth grade!"
"If you don't go home...you think there won't be any other man by my side?!"
"Zifu is not your son!"
"I cuckolded you!"
"Hahahahaha...!"
She retreated into the room and closed the door.
With a ferocious smile on her face, she just turned around and leaned her back against the door.
Yan Jidao's face was as cold as frost, he waved and threw the gun in his hand.
An extremely domineering shot!
The gun is like a ray of light.
Green silver light.
One shot away.
Penetrated eight people.
penetrated the thick door.
Princess Liyang felt a pain in her chest.
She lowered her head and saw the gun coming out of her body.
The green blood cleans the silver gun!
This is the gun Miss Lu San once used.
She looked at the silver spear tip.
I vaguely felt that Miss Lu San was walking out of the spear.
Looking at her proud smile.
