Fang Zhiyi looked at the night sky and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mom and Dad."
"Silly child, if it weren't for you, your father and I would have died long ago." A voice came from behind, and Fang's mother comforted him with a smile. At this time, the old couple were supporting each other and moving forward.
Father Fang also puffed out his chest, which was rare. "Hey, I didn't expect my son to be so powerful. Those people with special abilities are no match for him!"
Fang Zhiyi scratched his head: "Lucky."
"Are you hiding something from us, kid?"
Fang Zhiyi was silent for a moment: "Yes, but you knew it but didn't ask."
For a moment the air was quiet, with only the sound of leaves swaying in the wind.
"What nonsense are you talking about, kid..." Fang's mother was still trying to smooth things over, but her voice was trembling.
Fang Zhiyi sighed: "My acting skills are actually quite good, but I am a little rusty when it comes to playing the role of a son."
He didn't say what was in his heart, after all, I don't even consider myself a son.
Father Fang stopped and said, "At least you don't want to harm us. Can I ask where my son went?"
Fang Zhiyi turned around and saw that the expressions of Fang's father and mother had changed. Fang's father had taken out a dagger in his hand and Fang's mother was looking at Fang Zhiyi nervously.
Fang Zhiyi smiled: "Put the knife away. The last person who attacked me has had his grave covered in weeds."
"For my son, my life doesn't matter." Father Fang looked down at the knife in his hand, his eyes filled with mixed emotions.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly said, "I'm just helping your son. He will be back soon."
Time seemed to stand still.
After a long time, Fang's mother patted her husband's arm, and Fang's father put the dagger back into his waist.
"Where are we going as a family?"
Fang Zhiyi turned his head and looked into the distance: "Northern Border."
"Isn't it said that the place is full of believers of the evil god?" Fang's mother became worried.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head: "Those are the remnants of the old times."
The puzzle in his mind was about to be completed with the last piece.
Fang Zhiyi's anti-tracking skills were almost perfect. Even the most elite imperial psychics were unable to discover the whereabouts of their family, which allowed them to arrive ten days earlier than planned.
As soon as he set foot on this barren land, a heavy feeling spread across his skin.
Fang Zhiyi made a gesture, and Fang's father and mother hesitated for a moment and stood there without moving.
"Hehehe, let me see where this lost lamb came from..." A strange laugh was heard, and then a man with a face wrapped in bandages flew in front of them, looking down at Fang Zhiyi.
"Boy, do you want strength?" The hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded like rusty iron pieces rubbing against each other.
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