63 Mirage Mirror (Part 3)
"Let me take you home."
The sky was covered with dense clouds, and a small house was crumbling in the wind and rain. A young boy, holding the ignorant child's hand, stood at the door with tears on his face, looking at the back that gradually disappeared in the heavy rain.
"Sir..." he whispered.
The woman in a black robe and straw hat stopped and turned to look at him with tenderness in her eyes. She whispered softly, "Xiu'er, my husband and I have watched you grow up and have long since treated you like our own child. You... don't have to call me 'sir' anymore."
The young man was stunned for a long time after hearing this. When the two turned around and were about to leave, he called out in a tearful voice, "Dad, Mom..."
The two of them turned their gazes and smiled softly at him. A faint barrier suddenly enveloped the hut, blocking out all wind and rain.
Li Jintang knelt on the ground, quietly looking at everything in the fragments.
Commander... is this young man Nangong Xiu?
But it’s really strange. Fellow Daoist Nangong doesn’t know this place, so how could there be any memories of him here?
The light reflected in her eyes changed, and the scene in the fragments changed again.
It turns out that the protagonist of the story is the child he was holding who was abducted by the demons.
Li Jintang tilted his head slightly, staring intently at the picture inside. But why did the appearance of this child when he grew up look a bit like Xie An?
Before she could think deeply, the scenes in the fragments changed again and again. Finally, a flash of crimson splashed out without warning and pierced her eyes unexpectedly.
"You little bastard, you actually dare to fight back?" A thick wooden stick hit the boy's back mercilessly. The boy's hands were tied on the left and right, and he had no power to fight back.
He pressed the corner of his lips tightly, but blood still flowed out from his lips uncontrollably, forming a thin line, as if bright cinnabar was applied to the pale lips.
The wooden stick had thorns on it, and the white robe behind him was stained red with blood.
A hand suddenly appeared and stopped the wooden stick from falling for the second time.
"He stole the Young Master's secret manual. Killing him is not a pity." The man who had just attacked glared at him. He simply shook his head and said in a deep voice, "The Sect Master has instructed that he still has value that can be utilized. You can make a fuss, but don't kill him."
"What value can a lowly creature have?" the man holding the wooden stick sneered and said disdainfully, "Since the Sect Master said this man was born to assist the Young Master, then let him live and make the most of his potential."
Wait, why was she confused? Li Jintang was bewildered. Wasn't this boy abducted from... Nangong Xiu by the demons? How did he become the sect leader's biological son?
Before she could think about it, the group of bullies suddenly knelt down together with horror on their faces.
"Young Master."
The scene shifted, and the man appeared, waving an ivory fan, his wide black sleeves woven with gold brushing against the boy's face. He lifted the boy's chin, his eyes narrowed slightly, and asked, "There's something missing from my study. Have you seen it, my dear brother?"
The young man closed his eyes, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out from his lips, dripping directly onto the exquisite bone fan.
He raised his eyelids and looked at the young master with eyes full of provocation.
The bone fan was retracted with a swish, the sharp edge even drawing a streak of blood on the boy's face. The young master flew into a rage, and before anyone could intervene—or perhaps simply dared to—a sharp gust of wind swept past, carrying the kneeling figure backwards.
The boy's back hit a wooden table. He jumped up with his hands and barely avoided behind the table. He picked up a sharp knife on the table and threw it back.
“Ouch!”
The man who was holding the wooden stick just now screamed, and the stick fell to the ground with a "clang", and blood gushed out from the place where his hand was covering it.
When those people came to their senses and tried to chase after him, they saw only flying wood chips in front of the table, and there was no figure there.
A streak of blood suddenly appeared on the ground covered with fallen flowers, extending all the way to the front of a thatched hut. The young man stumbled through the door, seemingly unable to close it again. He sat down against the wall, arms folded around his knees, and slowly raised his face, which was covered in blood and dust.
She finally saw the face clearly.
This... isn't this little Xie An?
Her breathing became a little rapid, as if she had discovered some great secret.
So Xie An was actually the son of the demon clan leader? But at the moment, it seemed that he himself didn't even know about this.
The young man took out a blood-soaked jade pendant from under his clothes with trembling hands covered with scars. There were words engraved on the jade pendant, but they were blurred. Through the fragments, she could only vaguely see the word "thank you".
Li Jintang felt as if her heart was tightened - she recognized this jade pendant. It fell out of Xie An's arms not long after they met.
It must be something very important to him, right? Those people were so mean that they falsely accused him of stealing and wanted to destroy what belonged to him.
How painful and aggrieved must little Xie An have felt at that time?
Suddenly, a blurry figure was reflected on the window pane, and in the blink of an eye, the figure had walked into the house.
The jade pendant on the young man's hand had been put away before he entered the house. He stood up shakily and bowed to him.
"Your son greets you, father."
Is this his father? Then who were the two demon world leaders in the first scene?
Li Jintang's mind was full of doubts, but he secretly relaxed in his heart.
Anyway, this man looks kind. After he knows what that group of people have done, he will protect Xie An, right?
The man held his shoulder and said slowly, "No need to be so polite. Did Wangshan bully you again?"
"It's okay, brother lost something, so it's understandable that he was anxious for a moment." The young man said lightly, raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips nonchalantly, as if he was not the one being besieged just now.
"Did you take the lost thing?" The man's eyes suddenly became fierce, as if he wanted to dig out the other person's heart.
The young man seemed accustomed to such questions and said calmly, "Even if I had the heart to do it, I wouldn't have the courage. Daddy, don't you still believe me?"
He looked like he was only prepared to be beaten, so how could he dare to steal? The man obviously believed what he said. As he turned to leave, he suddenly reached out and snatched the hidden jade pendant from his waist.
"Who gave it to you?" he asked coldly.
"I don't know, but I've been carrying it with me ever since I can remember." The young man's fingers trembled as he whispered, "It's just an ordinary jade pendant. Daddy, can you... return it to me?"
It was indeed an ordinary jade pendant, without any spiritual power, so the man didn't even bother to snatch it. He loosened his fingers and threw it to the ground.
The boy lowered his head, his eyes dimmed, and did not pick it up immediately.
"I remember I reminded you not to hide anything I didn't know about." His eyes narrowed dangerously, and he reached out and pressed the wound on the boy's body, which was hidden by his clothes. "That doesn't belong to you."
The boy's face instantly turned pale, his lower lip bitten until it bled. Fortunately, the next moment, the force exerted on the painful area suddenly eased, and he immediately fell back in embarrassment, his back hitting the wall hard.
A round bottle rolled to the ground. The boy paused for a few seconds and when he looked up, he was the only one left in the room.
He picked up the medicine bottle tremblingly. When a large amount of brown powder touched the wound, the severe pain immediately opened its bloody mouth and bit him until he bled.
After the pain subsided, he opened his eyes, picked up the jade pendant with trembling hands, and carefully wiped off the blood.
But cracks were still inevitable.
Xie An...has he spent every day like this for so many years?
An uncontrollable sadness and pity surged in his heart, and his eyes suddenly became hot. Li Jintang blinked, and cold tears slid down his face like beads.
Just because he is the protagonist, should all these sufferings be inflicted on one person?
But he didn't have to endure this.
The fragments gradually dimmed, she crossed her arms in a daze, and suddenly a bright light appeared in front of her eyes.
The man who had just appeared in the thatched hut bent down, squinting his eyes as he looked at the young man, pointing his finger at the smoke rising in the distance. "Those people injured your brother. Should you kill them to avenge them?"
The boy nodded without hesitation: "It's due."
If he shook his head, death would be the only thing waiting for him.
The man stood up with satisfaction and conjured a long sword from his hand. "Good boy, kill them, and this sword will be yours from now on."
The moment the young man took the sword, the hilt silently stabbed, and blood seeped from his jade-like palm. But he tightened his grip, as if feeling no pain, and looked into the distance.
"I obey your orders."
He lowered his head, and a drop of blood flowed from his sleeve and fell on the thick snow, like a blooming red plum.
The sword left a deep mark on the snow. Not far away, a monk was pierced through the chest and fell in front of him after staggering a few steps.
The young man tilted his head and looked sideways at the people who were besieging him.
"He killed many of our brothers. Capture him and bring him to the commander!"
The sword tip with a chill was approaching. The young man curled his lips coldly, raised his sleeve and waved it, the sword tip deflected in one direction, blocking several sword blades in an instant. With a flip of his wrist, the long sword pierced straight into a man's chest.
The smell of blood filled their noses, and the monks hurriedly supported the seriously injured person, but saw the young man fly into the air and turn around to disappear into the snow mist.
This is……
"You're watching so intently, kid, have you forgotten me?"
Li Jintang was slightly startled, and his thoughts instantly returned. He turned his head to look at the fortune book that was jumping towards him, and asked happily, "Are you okay?"
"Luckily, I tied a spiritual rope around you, so I followed it all the way here." Mingshu skillfully jumped onto her shoulder and hummed, "Why don't you think about how to leave here, but instead just sit here and watch others fight?"
"fight?"
Yes, the fortune book must know more. She hurriedly asked, "Do you know when this happened?"
The Fate Book glanced at it and said, "A great war broke out between the demon and monster realms. Many people died in the demon realm. Even those two commanders, with their high cultivation, could not escape the demon's clutches."
It was like a loud thunderclap in Li Jintang's ears. He stood there in shock, speechless for a long time.
Those two officers...
So that day, the young man not only killed his tribesmen with his own hands, but also... watched his own biological parents die in front of him.
And till now, he still doesn't know about it.
Then...don't let him know.
"Don't just stand there, kid. There are footsteps. Hide quickly."
But her legs were weak, how could she stand up? Li Jintang turned around in shock, only to see a ray of light floating from behind. She had no intention of avoiding it and just stared at it.
"Are you waiting to be rescued?"
Xie Changyan walked closer, looking down at the tears on the girl's eyelashes. He thought she had been frightened and cried. He paused for a moment, leaned down slightly, and reluctantly extended his hand to her. "Get up, I'll take you out."
Suddenly, a scent surrounded him, and it was as if thousands of petals were embracing him.
The girl did not grab the hand, but instead supported herself on the ground and stood up, hooking her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.
The hug came too suddenly, and the boy took a half step back without warning, as if all the blood in his body had frozen at that moment.
After a while, he stiffly raised his hand, patted the girl on the back, and coaxed her clumsily, "What are you afraid of? I'm here, aren't I?"
But she pulled back her arms and hugged him tighter, sobbing, "Xie An, you... don't be afraid, it's over..."
Xie Changyan was stunned, and lowered his eyes to stare at her profile in confusion.
You're so scared, and you're still trying to comfort him?
This position was a little uncomfortable, and his hanging hands trembled slightly, but he did not push the person away.
"Xie An..."
Li Jintang suddenly had a bold idea - if he was not having a good time in the book, could she take him out?
Since she can go out, it will be no problem for her to bring one more person with her.
The two hands on her neck loosened, and the girl raised her head slightly, tears in her eyes, and only his figure was reflected in her pupils.
She really wanted to tell him that it wasn't that no one loved him, that his father and mother loved him so much that they left him a jade pendant for protection...
In the end, she still didn't say it out loud, but just said softly:
"Let me take you home."
"Come home with me, and let's put everything that happened in the past behind us. I will treat you well and will never let you be bullied again."
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