The master's father? That's...
Before Baisui could form any thoughts in his mind, he saw the man in front of him suddenly look gloomy. There was no murderous intent in his eyes, but he and Changming fell to their knees on the ground together, bleeding from their mouths and noses.
"I am not."
Baisui heard the man's denial.
It was as if millions of knives were torturing his soul. Baisui was speechless and only one thought flashed through his mind: This is a lunatic!
Otherwise, why would he say that he is the master's father one moment and then deny it the next?
Baisui was too tired to think more, he felt like he was about to die.
It wasn't that his body perished and his soul turned into a ghost, but that his soul flew away and died completely. The man opposite him who looked exactly like his master didn't even move a finger...
Suddenly, a force swept Baisui Changming and others out of Prince Yan's Mansion. If they were a moment later, they would have been crushed into powder by the murderous aura.
Only Galan was left in the entire Prince Yan's Mansion. An invisible killing force enveloped the entire mansion. The carved beams and painted buildings creaked, and the entire mansion was shaking, as if there was a force that wanted to destroy them.
And the owner of the power was struggling with something, as if there were two little people pulling him inside.
One shouted destruction, the other shouted to stop.
Galan clutched his collar in annoyance, and the red marks symbolizing killing were faintly visible on his face.
Suddenly, Galan's hand pierced into his heart. He seemed to be searching for something inside his body, trying to uproot the thing that was disturbing his inner movement.
That damned good soul!
The kind soul resurrected by Emperor Neon!
He couldn't find where that thing was hidden in his soul.
Galan gasped for breath and pulled his hand away from his heart. The fingertips of his other hand were burning.
That was the fragment of his original good soul. Galan wanted to crush it, with a gleam of light in his eyes.
Just as he was about to exert force, a clear child's voice rang in his head.
——Dad.
Galan was stunned. The burning memories in his residual soul appeared before his eyes like phantoms. Galan saw a little boy running towards him.
He saw another self, a strange, weak and vulnerable self.
That was...his kind soul, Xiao Ji.
The little kid was holding a small sword in his hand and running towards him. Galan subconsciously raised his hand, and the little kid passed through his body and ran to Xiao Ji on the other side.
——Father, I won first place in the martial arts class today, and Uncle Yunhou promised to give me his Qinglongcong.
Xiao Ji bent down and picked up the child, with a smile in his eyes:
——Qinglongcong is brave. Does Yaner have the confidence to control it?
The child said seriously: I can’t do it now, but when I grow up, I will be able to ride it to protect the territory of Dayong!
Xiao Ji laughed loudly and rubbed the child's head.
Little Yantai was a little shy. He lay in Xiao Ji's arms and whispered: Daddy held me again the other day. People in the palace say that it is better to hold grandchildren than sons. Daddy held me and someone wanted to tell Grandfather the Emperor that you doted on me.
Xiao Ji kept smiling: Yan'er is still young, it's okay for daddy to spoil you a little, but when you grow up, daddy will have to be a strict father.
Little Yantai was so amused that he giggled and hugged Xiao Ji's neck, saying innocently like a child: That child will not grow up, he wants daddy to hold him in his arms!
The phantom before my eyes disappeared.
The little boy grew up and became a young man in fine clothes and riding a fierce horse. The young man was unrestrained and rushed out from the inner courtyard. With a touch of his toes, he jumped onto the eaves.
Xiao Ji followed closely behind, holding a wooden stick in his hand, pointing angrily at the green feather on the eaves:
——You bastard, you dare to run!
The young man stood on the eaves and shouted at him: "If you hit me with a small stick, I will be punished; if you hit me with a big stick, I will be punished!" This is the truth taught by the saints. Father, you are going to beat me to death, so of course your son will run away!
Father, your manners, your manners! Pay attention to your manners as the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, or else the Imperial Censor will file a memorial against you again...
Xiao Ji was so angry that he laughed, staring at the brat on the roof:
——You dismantled the wheels of the prince consort's carriage the day before yesterday, and broke the leg of the Shangshu's eldest son yesterday. As a father, you still want to send the censor to report me?
Young Master Xiao Chenyan put his hands on his hips, looking defiant:
The prince consort was pursuing affairs of pleasure without the eldest princess's knowledge, and I dismantled his carriage to vent the eldest princess's anger.
The son of Minister Li bullied men and women, rode his horse and trampled someone to death in the street, but let his servants take the blame, and he was not blamed at all. It is reasonable for me to break his legs!
Father, you taught me all these. As the eldest grandson of the Emperor, I should understand loyalty, righteousness, filial piety and brotherhood, and I should also eliminate harm for the people!
Father, have you thought it through? Do you really want to beat me? Aren't you afraid of turning your son, who can't distinguish right from wrong, into a muddleheaded worm?
Xiao Ji looked dignified, but his eyes were filled with approval. He said with a straight face:
We have to fight. If we don't, His Majesty won't be able to convince us.
Young Master Xiao Chenyan's eyes rolled: So father is on the same side with me?
Xiao Ji did not answer. The young master Xiao Chenyan came down from the eaves, walked up to him and said: "Father, since you don't say anything, I will take it that you agree with me."
Xiao Ji still ignored him, but raised the stick and hit him on the butt.
Young master Xiao Chenyan subconsciously tensed his body, but when the stick fell on him, he looked puzzled, looked at his father Xiao Ji, and whispered: Dad didn't eat, it doesn't hurt.
Xiao Ji glared at him.
Shao Ge understood immediately and rolled on the ground, shouting: "It hurts so much! I'm going to be beaten to death! Dad, please forgive me."
——The treacherous son, watch the beating!
The father and son put on a poor performance, jumping up and down in the mansion.
The father does not look like the prince, and the son does not look like the emperor's grandson.
But they are a real family.
…
Galan looked at the phantom formed by the memory of the residual soul, and his fingertips felt uncomfortable from being burned. He was born to kill and never knew what fear was.
At this moment, he was actually afraid.
Fear of the memory I saw, fear of the other self.
The strange emotion of fear that surged out from that kind soul was as strong as the sharpest blade in the world, which cut through his murderous aura, weakened him, and made him lose all his armor.
No!
He should never become like that. Even his kind soul shouldn't look that weak!
Galan was determined to crush the remaining souls and completely destroy these illusions.
Suddenly, he felt something and looked towards Fang Qi at the door.
Outside Prince Yan’s palace.
Taiyi's divine power silently fell on Baisui and others who had fainted, healing their injuries caused by the murderous aura.
Fortunately, everyone is still alive.
Qing Wu stared at the Yanwang Mansion, which was surrounded by the murderous aura, and frowned: "He really came here."
She looked at Xiao Chenyan, and without waiting for his answer, she walked straight to him and held his hand.
"I want to come together."
Xiao Chenyan met her stubborn eyes and held her hand in return: "Okay."
Seeing this, Taiyi and Mu Aoxue wanted to go together, but Xiao Chenyan shook his head at them.
"If the killing of Galan really starts, the world will be littered with corpses. Please ask my father-in-law and mother-in-law to support us."
Taiyi paused for a moment and said, "Okay."
He looked deeply at his daughter and son-in-law: "Be careful, I'm just outside the house."
"Don't worry, Dad. If you can't win, we can still use the Tenth Level as a meat shield~"
The ten difficulties that were thrown back into the red net cage: good, very good, very good!
In the palace of the disgusted king.
Galan stood where he was, filled with murderous intent and full of killing intent.
All the noise outside the mansion fell into his ears.
If you look closely, you can see that his masseter muscles on his handsome and evil face are tense, his pupils are contracted, and a drop of cold sweat slides down his forehead at an inopportune time.
When Xiao Chenyan's hand touched the door of the mansion and was about to push it open.
Galan gripped the huge sword tightly and moved instantly——
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