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Xiao Feng stared at Chen Huaian, layers of distant memories surging in his mind.

I still remember when I was a child, whenever there was something delicious, my brother would give it to him first. Whenever there was a banquet in the village, my brother would get a portion of pork noodles if he helped with odd jobs. He would give him both the pork and noodles and he would drink the soup with some noodles.

Every time I asked him, my brother would just say, "I just like to drink the soup. This meat is too fatty. I'll feel sick if I eat too much."

When he was young and ignorant, he thought the fatty meat was really greasy and his brother didn't want to eat it.

It was not until I grew up that I realized that even fat meat was a luxury that the villagers would never dare to think about.

There was a severe drought that year and the village had no harvest.

The ten-year-old boy was so hungry that he couldn't sleep all night, and his stomach felt like it was being twisted.

My brother went out in the dark and came back at dawn with blisters all over his hands, but he brought back two sweet potatoes.

He ate voraciously and asked his brother why he didn't eat. His brother laughed and said, "I ate it before dinner." Later he learned that his brother went to work for a rich family in the town. He spent the whole night chopping wood and fetching water, but he didn't even want to taste the two sweet potatoes he got.

On a sunny day, the north wind was biting. His cloth shoes had holes in them and his toes were red from the cold.

One day when I came home from cutting grass for pigs, my brother and father mysteriously took out a pair of thick cotton shoes and said they were given by the village chief.

After he put it on, the whole day was warm. Until spring, he learned from the children in the village that his brother and father had exchanged their only decent cotton-padded jackets with the shoemaker. That day, his brother and father were wearing thin clothes and shivering in the cold wind.

When he was ten years old, he fell seriously ill with a high fever that wouldn't go away.

His brother carried him on his back and walked thirty miles to the town to find a doctor.

The road was rough and the brother's feet were cut by stones, but he didn't say a word.

It rained heavily on the way back. His brother took off his only raincoat and wrapped him in it, soaking himself like a drowned rat.

That night, my brother had a high fever, but I gave all the medicine I had to him.

The family was desolate and their father starved to death. In order to keep the family going, their mother had to sell her brother and sister in exchange for a little food from the landlord.

It was this little bit of food that helped him survive the famine, but after that he never heard from his brother and sister again.

He often asked his mother why she sold his brother. Isn't his brother his own flesh and blood?

But the mother just sat in the candlelight, sewing the patched clothes with needle and thread, crying silently.

Until her mother passed away, she held the rattle that her brother used to play with when he was a child tightly in her hand, and she couldn't pull it open no matter how hard she tried.

In his last moments, he called out the names of his brother and sister, confessed, cried bitterly, and died with his eyes open.

At this time Xiao Feng knew that his mother loved his brother and sister, but she had no choice.

Since then, he has been alone and often blames himself.

Xiao Feng felt that his brother and sister's misfortune was caused by his birth.

If it weren't for him, perhaps Huang wouldn't have to sacrifice his brother and sister.

My brother has been strong, down-to-earth and capable since he was young, and he could have had a better future.

Instead of being bought in the wilderness, who knows whether he will end up eating food or becoming one of the starving people.

Later, he did hard labor, worked as a bodyguard, learned martial arts from a Taoist priest and joined the Embroidered Uniform Guard. He immersed himself in martial arts step by step, becoming stronger and stronger. He even served as the chief eunuch, causing chaos in the court and doing the emperor's work in the name of a eunuch.

Power and money will eventually be eroded by approaching longevity.

He began to delve into more advanced things until he followed a magic cultivator and entered the path of magic.

He opened up another side of the Cang Yun Realm—the world of cultivators.

Thousands of bloody battles followed, and he finally became the ancestor of the demon that people were afraid of.

He had almost forgotten what happened thousands of years ago.

Only my brother is still clearly visible in my childhood memories.

He was sure that no one would know about his past.

The time span between them was so long that even he felt dazed.

When Chen Huaian said he was his brother, Xiao Feng was indeed dazed for a moment.

But he soon thought, how is that possible?

His brother's surname is Xiao like his, but not Chen.

However, the next second.

Chen Huaian continued: "I have been through a lot. I was once hunted by someone and had to change my appearance. Even Xiao Yan had to change his name. Now I am Chen Huaian. Alas... it is precisely because of this reason that I cannot recognize you."

The look in Old Demon Xiao's eyes as he stared at Chen Huaian gradually became a little confused.

The name matches.

"Oh, and your sister Yue'e, what a pity! We were bought into a family of a thousand households, and he took your sister as his concubine. But the thousand households died on the battlefield before they were halfway through their lives. Your sister was a widow all her life, and she died of depression without any children."

Chen Huaian shook his head and sighed.

Why does he know so much?

Because more information kept popping up in his field of vision.

He says whatever the system plays, and his main goal is to be obedient.

My sister's name also matches...

The look in Old Demon Xiao's eyes when he looked at Chen Huaian became more and more confused.

Could it be that... this Chen Jianzun, the Grand Ancestor of the Moon Shadow Sect... is really his brother? !

"Hey! Brother, I remember you had a peach-shaped birthmark on your butt. You are now the ancestor of the Heavenly Demon Sect, have you removed the birthmark?" Chen Huaian approached Xiao Lao Mo, smiled with red eyes and said, "Didn't our mother tell us before? The birthmark on your butt and the birthmark on my arm are a pair. Even if we are separated in the future, as long as the birthmark is shown, it will not affect our recognition as brothers!"

Chen Huaian showed his arm as he spoke, and there was a peach-shaped birthmark on his right arm.

This birthmark is worth 0.1 high-grade spirit, and it is on sale, I just got it.

Looking at the birthmark on Chen Huaian's arm, Xiao Feng's mind went blank, and something exploded in his mind.

His heart ached, he fell to his knees, kowtowed and cried out:

"Brother! I... I finally found you, brother! You're still alive, that's good! That's great! I never thought that we brothers would be reunited one day!"

Old Devil Xiao was crying and laughing, his hair and beard dancing wildly, looking like a madman, which made Chen Huaian tremble with fear.

The next second, the old devil Xiao suddenly used his five fingers to tear off a piece of cloth connecting his right thigh to his buttocks, and turned around to show Chen Huaian.

By the way, he also patted me on the butt.

"Brother, look! A birthmark!"

Chen Huaian silently looked at Xiao Lao Mo's fair and elastic skin, with the peach birthmark clearly visible.

Originally, he felt very guilty.

After all, he has replaced Xiao Lao Mo's brother's identity. Will Xiao Lao Mo have to obey his orders from now on?

But now I don't feel any guilt at all.

He just felt it was an eyesore.

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