Chapter 57 Chapter 57
Tang Yang seemed to have changed.
His expression was stern, and his eyes were as cold as ice. It was as if he was born to be a ruthless person who didn't care about anything, or that nothing should stay in his eyes.
But he didn't seem to have changed. At this moment, his eyes were full of Yuan Tian. His thin lips slightly parted, and his tone was cold: "You are weak, so it's better for you to eat casserole porridge."
Yuan Tian smiled: "You are the one who is weak, your whole family is weak..."
Amidst the laughter and scolding, tears couldn't stop falling.
Tang Yang quietly walked up to him, wiped away his tears, and comforted him softly with a paralyzed face: "I said, I will never forget you."
It was a simple sentence, but it contained an indescribable firmness.
Yuan Tian felt warm in his heart, "Why did you all disappear just now? And just now, did your memory awaken?"
"To be precise, it's the awakening of the soul." Tang Yang said in a light voice, "I was born in the chaos of hell, and I don't have any memories that truly belong to me."
After a pause, facing Yuan Tian's still panicked eyes, his voice softened a bit, and his eyes became as gentle as before. "These are not important. As for disappearing..."
He glanced coldly at Mo Weian lying on the ground, "As early as when we stepped into the forest, we had already fallen into the range of the formation that this person had already laid out, which is also called the ghost wall."
"Xiao Jing accidentally stepped on the center of the formation. I was in a hurry to catch him, so I was taken away from here."
"This old monster seems to have learned a lot over the years." Yuan Tian muttered in a low voice. It was also his own fault that his body had not recovered yet, his sensitivity was low, and he was not very proficient in the formation. Otherwise, it would not have been a false alarm.
He snorted with a nasal tone: "I thought I was going to be heartbroken..."
Tang Yang didn't say anything. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from his eyes and whispered, "I know you still have a lot of questions in your mind. Let's deal with the current ones first, and then we can talk slowly when we go back, okay?"
"Yeah." Yuan Tian nodded and looked around.
His senior brothers and others surrounded them without knowing when, and they all looked like they were enjoying the show. His head senior brother even held the melon seeds that came from nowhere in his hands without any image, and muttered while eating them: "Keep going, why don't you continue?"
Some young man from the Kongmen Temple was diligently taking out a handful of melon seeds from a plastic bag and filling it up for the head monk, saying, "On one side, there's love and affection, on the other side, there's separation and death. I don't know which side is more exciting."
"Then it must be your junior uncle! You have seen many separations and deaths, but when have you ever seen your junior uncle fall in love?"
"That's not what you mean. Junior Master and Mr. Tang don't plan to kiss each other, so what's the point? It's better to look over there. The kid in Junior Master's family seems to be able to cry..."
The black lines on Yuan Tian’s head were almost materializing. For the first time, he felt that his own sect was not very reliable.
Tang Yang seemed to know what he was thinking and chuckled, "They are all cute."
This is probably the legendary love for the house and the people in it. Yuan Tian smiled at him helplessly and looked at Xiao Jing again. This kid suddenly appeared and stopped Tang Yang from killing Mo Weian. I don't know what the relationship between the two is.
The situation on Xiao Jing's side was a bit strange - Mo Weian was restrained on the ground, completely unable to move. He could only raise his head tirelessly, staring at Xiao Jing in front of him with sad eyes.
As for Xiao Jing, the little ghost squatted in front of him, not saying a word, but tears and blood kept flowing out of his eyes, like an evil ghost who had suffered a great injustice and was seeking revenge.
To say that life and death are parting is an understatement, Yuan Tian thought to himself, he would even believe it if Xiao Jing wanted to bury Lamo Wei'an with her.
Looking at Yu Qingfeng again, he was standing there in a daze with a blank face, and it was obvious that he didn't understand the situation either.
Yuan Tian looked at Tang Yang, who said confidently, "I guess Xiao Jing is the person Mo Weian has been looking for."
"That's what he said," Yuan Tian looked puzzled, "but hasn't he met Xiao Jing before?"
"No." Tang Yang said decisively, "It was a strange coincidence that they never met before."
"So," the head brother looked curious, "what is the relationship between them?"
The two people on the ground didn't say anything. Yuan Tian boldly guessed, "They look like an unfaithful man and an infatuated man. But our Xiao Jing is so childish. Does he know what infatuation means?"
Tang Yang was very direct: "Just ask Xiao Jing about this matter."
After saying that, he grabbed Xiao Jing by the collar and lifted him up.
Mo Weian on the ground immediately twisted his body wildly and yelled crazily, "Let him go!"
Seeing that Xiao Jing seemed to be frightened and trembled, he immediately stopped talking and stared at Tang Yang fiercely, as if he would pounce on him and tear his flesh and blood if he made any move to hurt Xiao Jing.
Xiao Jing didn't look at him, but turned to look at Tang Yang with two lines of blood and tears, and said hesitantly: "Brother Tang..."
He looked at Yuan Tian again, pouting and looking pitifully aggrieved: "Boss...are you okay?"
"It's okay." Yuan Tian waved his hand and asked, "What's going on between you and Mo Weian?"
"I don't know either." Xiao Jing said sullenly, "I just feel reluctant to leave him when I see him. I feel sad and wronged. I just... don't want to be left behind again."
Mo Weian's face on the ground changed slightly, full of self-blame and sadness.
Yu Qingfeng next to him seemed to come to his senses, and looked at Xiao Jing with complicated eyes.
Yuan Tian suddenly understood, and looked at Mo Weian with disgust: "So he is a heartless man, a scumbag, ugh!"
Mo Weian's expression suddenly went blank, as if he had been scolded to the point of hurting his soul and was unable to think.
Yu Qingfeng's expression gradually became distorted and he was in great pain.
Yuan Tian became even more angry when he saw this. He pointed at Mo Weian and then at Yu Qingfeng: "What a scumbag! Bah! You have a new lover but you are still looking for your old lover with the new lover. Do you two have any shame?"
Mo Weian's expression remained blank, and Yu Qingfeng's face gradually looked as if he had eaten shit. His lips trembled and he couldn't speak for a long time.
"Ah..." Xiao Jing said sadly, "Boss, don't say that about him. Although he may have abandoned me, I think he must have his own difficulties..."
“I never knew that your little ghost is still in love.” The head brother spat out melon seed shells all over the floor, and said in amazement, “He can still remember his ex-lover who abandoned him after being dead for hundreds of years. I’m afraid that even ten kilograms of Meng Po soup will not be able to cure this brain!”
Tang Yang looked at Mo Weian, then looked at Xiao Jing carefully, and curled his lips slightly. Finally, he said silently, "It's okay. I will help him cleanse his brain...soul in the future."
"No, Brother Tang!" Xiao Jing had a sad face. He rushed to Mo Weian and hugged his trapped body. His voice was miserable: "No matter what he is, he is still the person I once loved. Brother Tang, please let him go..."
After saying this, Xiao Jing cried and whispered to Mo Weian: "So, were we married before? Were men allowed to marry each other at that time? Did you abandon me after you got married? Have you been looking for me all these years?"
The little ghost's bloody and tearful appearance was too tragic to bear to look at. The head brother couldn't help but hold Yuan Tian's hand and persuaded him: "Forget it, Junior Brother. Everyone has their own fate..."
As he spoke, Mo Weian muttered something in a low voice.
The head brother immediately stopped talking. Xiao Jing also lowered his head to Mo Weian's mouth, "What did you say, husband?"
"I said," Mo Weian's voice was filled with despair, "I am your father!"
He emphasized: "Daddy!"
It was Yuan Tian and Xiao Jing's turn to have blank expressions.
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