Chapter 30 Dream (1) "Aman, this is love."...
The cracking sound just now was so loud that Yin Zhiyi didn't even need to check, he was almost certain that the poor kid had a broken bone!
Seeing Yan Shi’s forehead covered in sweat and pale lips, she sighed.
When she was this old, she would cry and seek comfort from her master if she cut her hand.
However, the child seemed to feel no pain, his eyes were empty and desolate, without a trace of spirit.
If it weren't for the physiological reaction on his face, Yin Zhiyi would almost think that the accident just now was an illusion.
This is too much pain!
The wooden door of the courtyard creaked.
Yin Zhiyi was alert, someone was coming.
Large patches of red hibiscus swayed in the wind, appearing dazzling in the sunlight, and the falling petals fluttered and fell next to a pair of white boots with extremely exquisite tailoring.
Da da da——
The unhurried footsteps struck people's hearts again and again, and it seemed that the person who came did it on purpose.
While Yin Zhiyi was curious about who was coming, he also paid some attention to Xiaoyan Shiman, but found that when he heard the footsteps, his whole body stiffened for a moment, and then he quickly hid the things he had just taken from the cabinet in his sleeve.
Is he scared?
Perhaps it was because he was still young and could not completely hide his emotions, but Yin Zhiyi could clearly see the helplessness and confusion hidden in his empty eyes.
She couldn't help but become more curious.
Yan Shiman rarely showed his emotions when he grew up. Most of the time, he had a gentle face. She rarely saw him show such an expression.
I didn't see him, but I heard a gentle and peaceful laugh coming into the courtyard: "A-Man, have you been obedient today?"
The man was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, with long hair tied up with a jade crown. He gave off an air of immortality that was pure from the dust. There was a cinnabar mole on the center of his brow, as red as blood, and with an indescribable charm, as if someone had walked out of a painting. He made people admire him just by standing there quietly.
A few words suddenly popped up in Yin Zhiyi’s mind: Immortal-like appearance! After seeing it too much, I feel like I am blaspheming the immortals.
He wore a jade talisman on his waist, which clearly showed that he was also a Heavenly Master. Combined with the hibiscus flower he had seen earlier, Yin Zhiyi quickly realized that this man was a Heavenly Master from the Northern School.
Hibiscus - the emblem of the Northern School of Heavenly Master.
Later on, the hero was recognized by the heroine in this way.
But, who is this... Deadhead has no idea at all.
The cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was very eye-catching. Yin Zhiyi felt that this man must be of some status, otherwise the author would not have given him such a handsome and distinctive face.
It doesn't make sense.
She was in a soul state and could not feel any breath, but appearance reflects the heart, so she felt that this man must be a good Taoist priest who could save people and help the world.
A child's voice sounded, interrupting Yin Zhiyi's continuous imagination -
"Father." Xiaoyan lowered her head and spoke in a very soft and shallow voice.
The man did not respond to him. He glanced around casually and did not seem surprised to see Yan Shiman fall to the ground. He slowly walked in front of Yan Shiman.
"It seems that he is not well behaved."
The tone was indifferent, as if he was teasing a kitten or puppy.
Xiaoyan calmly put her hands back into her sleeves.
Yin Zhiyi was stunned by the word "father". Perhaps it was because she had been with Yan Shiman for a long time, she always felt that there should be a generation gap between her and the man called "father". For a moment, looking at this handsome face, she was a little unable to react.
With this in mind, she looked at the man in front of her again and noticed that, indeed, Yan Shiman and this man did have some similarities in their eyes and eyebrows.
They are actually father and son!
But listening to what he said was a bit strange.
He did not make any other movements, but just stood there dignifiedly, looking down at his son's little movements, with a gentle smile on his face, but there was an elusive darkness in his eyes.
The man squatted down, reached out and touched the head of the person on the ground, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to be overflowing: "Aman, tomorrow is the last step to make the puppet, you will help your father, right?"
Xiaoyan Shiman did not answer. Compared to his panic when he was hiding things before, he did not show any emotion after hearing these words. It was like a person who had listened to the boss's PUA for so long that he had become indifferent.
It seems to be commonplace.
However, the light in his eyes became dimmer.
The man was not angry at his indifference. A father would not argue with his son about such a trivial matter.
He stroked Xiaoyan's eyelids, and her ruby-like eyes made him involuntarily reveal a look of amazement: "She is so beautiful, even more fascinating than your mother's!"
As if she was mentioning her mother, Xiaoyan's eyes moved slightly.
The man couldn't help but laugh: "As expected of the ethereal bloodline, after only two times of 'raising evil with corpses', he is already not far from becoming a puppet master."
"Aman, are you willing? Are you willing to become a puppet and stay with me forever?"
With such a distinguished face and words that could only be uttered by these evil cultivators, Yin Zhiyi could hardly believe his ears.
She had just said in her heart that this must be a good Taoist priest.
I didn't expect this to be such a pervert!
no? Did he just say that he wanted to make Yan Shiman into a puppet? !
However, when she looked at the smile on the man's face, she always felt that he looked familiar... It was like he was wearing a gentle mask, exactly the same as the grown-up Yan Shiman.
Yin Zhiyi: ...
Is this the powerful blood relationship?
The man lifted up Xiaoyan's sleeves and looked at the densely packed wounds that were exposed. The wounds were covered with horrible black lines. It was obviously very scary, but the man looked like he was appreciating a perfect work of art, with a kind smile on his face, which made people feel even more creepy.
"Aman doesn't speak..."
"willing."
Hearing that the person in front of her was about to go crazy again, Xiaoyan slowly pulled down her sleeves, as if she didn't want to see these things, nor did she want to get entangled with the person in front of her.
But this time, the man was somewhat dissatisfied. He was stunned for a moment, and his deep eyes, like a snake, stared at Xiaoyan Shiman.
After a long while, he suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha, my A-man has actually started to learn to be perfunctory to his father."
"So, so like your mother." He sneered and fixed his eyes on the abnormally bent ankle.
The next second, all the gentleness on her face disappeared, and her white boots stepped heavily on Xiaoyan Shiman's broken bones. The sharp bones directly pierced through the flesh, causing severe pain.
“Aaaaaaah!”
Xiaoyan screamed sharply, arched her back and curled up on the ground.
"You pervert! You are abusing children!"
Yin Zhiyi was surprised at the man's mood swings. She felt distressed watching him, and took advantage of the fact that no one could hear her and cursed him.
The man rubbed his feet, his voice was doting, but the words he said made people's hair stand on end: "Aman, does it hurt?"
"It hurts...it hurts." Xiaoyan's voice was hoarse and she could hardly make a sound.
"It's normal to feel pain. Living people are very fragile."
"Be good. When you completely turn into a puppet tomorrow, it won't hurt anymore."
His tone was full of heartache for Xiaoyan, but his feet did not move at all.
"Tomorrow is the last time to raise the evil spirits. My little Aman must hold on."
As he spoke, a hint of fanaticism appeared in his eyes, and his previous extraordinary temperament had long since disappeared.
"Doesn't she love you the most? Hahahahaha, this is fate. I tried so hard to send you away, but in the end, didn't you end up in my hands?"
He looked through his ruby eyes, as if reminiscing about something: "I love her so much, but she only wants to leave me. Since Qiu Shui can't stay with me for a long time, you should stay with me forever. You are the son of Qiu Shui and me, and I will train you to be the most powerful and obedient puppet."
"Always, always stay by my side and be my sharpest knife."
This is his revenge on Shen Qiu Shui!
Revenge for her ruthlessness!
The man's eyes were red, and his snow-white Taoist robe was stained with stains and blood, which looked a little out of place.
Yin Zhiyi didn't understand, but was greatly shocked.
no? Love her! So make her son a puppet?
This is too crazy. It feels like this is not something a normal person would say. Yin Zhiyi is speechless.
But at the same time, he felt a little uneasy. As the object of his mission, Yin Zhiyi couldn't help but think more about it. Does Yan Shiman, who grew up in such an environment, have normal values?
But... Qiu Shui, Qiu Shui...
Shen Qiushui!
Yin Zhiyi captured the key information. Isn't this the eldest disciple of the Southern School Heavenly Master who had been mentioned before?
Her eyes widened.
So the person in front of her is the evil cultivator who abducted her!
However, this person doesn't look like an evil cultivator at all, and furthermore, he is a disciple of the Northern Heavenly Master's sect. Could it be that the Northern Heavenly Master not only has a bad reputation within his sect, but also harbors evil cultivators!
Yin Zhiyi's filter for the man in front of him has been completely shattered. It seems that the saying "appearance reflects the heart" is not entirely true.
Xiaoyan Shiman, on the other hand, did not feel too much of a ripple in his heart except for the pain. Perhaps it was because he had to watch this man go crazy every few days, and from being scared in the beginning, he had become accustomed to it and numb now.
Xiaoyan Shiman has been hiding from place to place since he was born, and most of what he knows about the world comes from his mother, Shen Qiushui, and his so-called father.
My father said he loved his mother and also loved himself.
Because of love, it happens.
But his mother told him that love is not like that.
So, what does love look like?
Because of the pain in her foot bones, Xiaoyan scratched the ground with her fingernails, leaving long bloody marks.
It hurts a lot. It hurts when bones are broken, it hurts when flesh is cut and blood is drawn, and it hurts when evil spirits enter the body.
But since he was locked up here, this has been his daily life. He is very uncomfortable and sometimes he really wants to die, but his mother said that she would come to save him. He waited and waited, but no one came.
He looked at the crazy person in front of him and asked for the first time without any reason: "What is love?"
The tone was pure and straightforward, as if she was really just curious, curious about the love that the man had talked about earlier.
The man who was originally laughing suddenly fell silent, as if he was very curious about his question.
But he is happy to answer this question: "If you love someone, you must let her stay by your side forever."
"If she doesn't want to, then do whatever it takes to keep her. Two people who love each other will never be separated."
"Aman, this is love."
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