When this question came out, Xue Chenjing already knew the answer in his heart.

She would.

He couldn't sit still here any longer, and forcibly pried open his joints that were frozen to the point of creaking, and climbed up from the ground.

The system shouted in his head: "Master, I don't think the heroine will run away. She will definitely come back to find you. Slow down, slow down a little longer, don't break your bones."

Xue Chenjing was not comforted by it at all, "You think shit."

Waste system, useless.

Xue Chenjing shook off the ice on his body and forced himself to lift his stiff legs. His face was frozen pale, and when he opened his mouth to speak, white mist-like cold air came out. The misty cold air blurred his face and also covered the uneasiness deep in his eyes.

He knew the choices that normal people would make, and he could say that he had deep experience of them. If they had the opportunity to choose, they would only choose to stay away from him instead of coming back for him.

Yu Yi was not stupid, on the contrary, she was very smart and always managed to seize various opportunities to try to get rid of him. If he didn't hold her tightly, she would definitely run away, and she would definitely abandon him.

Xue Chenjing raised his sleeves and rubbed his eyes vigorously, trying to hold back the moisture that was welling up in his eyes again. The cold air that had not completely dissipated in his body made any tears be frozen into ice flowers, stinging his eyes.

He really hated his sensitive body.

Xue Chenjing screamed in pain, rubbed the icicles at the corners of his eyes angrily, turned his stiff neck, and tried to open one eye to look around. He saw his taken-off outer robe on a tree branch not far away.

She even threw his clothes off.

Xue Chenjing walked over, pulled off the outer robe and wrapped it around himself. The fabric was soaked with a faint fragrance that had not completely dissipated. He grabbed the collar and sniffed it deeply, and his anxious mood was finally soothed a little.

When he stepped up to leave, there was a sudden "pop" sound under his feet, and something fell under his collar.

Xue Chenjing took a half step back and lowered his head in confusion. On the ground under the hem of his clothes lay an upside-down wooden sign, with a red rope tied above the wooden sign and golden silk sashes underneath. It was a wishing sign.

"She left me a wishing note?" Xue Chenjing blinked in surprise, shaking off the frost on his eyelashes, his heart pounding wildly. He was looking forward to what Yu Yi would write on this wishing note, praying for his safe return, or something else?

Xue Chenjing squatted down, took a deep breath, and then slowly reached out to pick up the wooden sign on the ground and turned it over.

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To his disappointment, the handwriting on the wooden sign was not from Yu Yi's hand. He had seen the wishing note she wrote and recognized her handwriting.

However, the handwriting on this wooden sign was also very familiar to him.

The memories in Xue Chenjing's mind surged out. When he was still a child, Xue Xingzhi held his hand from behind and taught him to write stroke by stroke.

So he recognized this handwriting. Even though he had been away from home for a long time and had not seen his father's handwriting for a long time, he still recognized it at a glance. The

ink-colored words on the wooden sign were painted with silver hooks and iron, and read:

"May my son Mingyuan be safe and sound, and look forward to your return."

"My son Mingyuan... look forward to your return." Xue Chenjing's fingertips brushed over the line of handwriting and slid down to the hanging silk thread below. The thread tied on the silk thread was a beautiful peach blossom pattern, which was his mother's handwriting.

Xue Chenjing pulled up the corners of his mouth and chuckled, then pulled the silk thread hard, tightening the fingers holding the wooden sign inch by inch, listening to it make a miserable "crackling" sound, breaking, cracking, and crushing into sawdust in his palm.

Xue Chenjing's eyes began to hurt again, and he raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his eye hard.

The wind penetrated the forest, stirring the treetops, and making tinkling sounds.

Xue Chenjing raised his head, and the dense treetops were hung with dense wishing notes. They swayed in the wind and collided with each other. The golden silk hanging below was so dazzling that it hurt the eyes. The woven threads had various flower patterns.

He knew in his heart that he shouldn't look at it. But Xue Chenjing still couldn't help it. He stood up, tore off the wishing notes one by one, and turned them over to read the words on them.

"May my son Mingyuan be healthy and free from disaster. I hope he will come back."

"May my son Mingyuan have clothes to wear in cold weather and three meals a day. I hope he will come back.

" "May my son Mingyuan have a bright future and not be crushed. I

hope he will come back." "May my son Mingyuan have a close friend to accompany him and not be lonely in the long night. I hope he will come back."

"May my son Mingyuan..." "

May my son Mingyuan

..."

"I hope he will come back." "I hope he will come back."

"I hope he will come back."

...

Xue Chenjing pulled down all the wish notes hanging on the treetops like a madman, and opened each one to read it. Xue Mingyuan's name was written on each one.

There were a total of 35 wish notes. It turned out that he had been away from home for 35 years.

After 35 years, they had never forgotten him. They only remembered him. Xue Mingyuan's name was written on each one.

"Looking forward to your return, looking forward to your return, looking forward to your return..." Xue Chenjing murmured these two words, looking at the scattered wishing sticks on the ground, and laughed uncontrollably. At the end of his laughter, he covered his stinging eyes and said unwillingly, "Damn it, why, am I not also your child?"

Even if there was only one, even if there was only one with his name written on it, he would not be so sad.

But why, why couldn't they bear to give him even one.

Xue Chenjing's eyes were stinging badly, as if they were filled with coarse sand, which hurt him so much, but he couldn't control his tears. He hated his body.

Blood seeped out from between his fingers, condensed into ice crystals and sprinkled on the ground.

No one would coax him like when he was a child, they had long forgotten him.

Xue Chenjing crawled on the ground, trembling all over, sobbing softly.

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wishing notes scattered around lit up faintly, and the words on them turned into thin threads like silk threads shooting towards him, entangled his body and limbs, and tied him tightly.

Xue Chenjing raised his eyes suddenly, tears condensed in the corners of his eyes, and looked around in fear. He struggled in panic, trying to tear off the threads entangled in his body, but these threads were all the strong thoughts of his parents, which pressed heavily on him every year, forming a cocoon to seal him.

"No, no, Ayi, master master..."

Xue Chenjing's consciousness fell into the darkness, and was completely entangled in the depths of the silk thread. The divine light in his eyes dissipated, he closed his eyes, and his body leaned backwards.

Before he fell to the ground, his body shook violently again, and he stretched out his hands to support the ground. As soon as

Xue Mingyuan opened his eyes, he felt a stinging pain in his eyes. He touched the corner of his eyes blankly and rubbed off a hand of bloody ice crystals. An unusual coldness was flowing in his body, freezing his flesh and bones.

He saw the wishing stick on the ground, picked it up and took a look, and was stunned for a moment.

The space in the forest was rippling, and two figures emerged from thin air. Xue Mingyuan immediately looked over. When his eyes met the woman in palace dress in front of him, he had a little understanding of the current situation in his heart.

Xue Mingyuan stood up, bowed his head and called to her, "Sister."

Yi Heng poked his head out from behind Madam Lian and looked at the young man in front of him. After all, he was now an elder of the Xiaoyao Sect and was already several hundred years old. He really couldn't call him "uncle".

Madam Lian carefully looked at his appearance and expression, with a sharp scrutiny in her eyes. After a while, she opened her mouth and asked, "Should I call you Mingyuan according to this life, or Lingwei according to the previous life?"

Xue Mingyuan's eyes wandered around the wishing sticks on the ground, "Sister, you should call me Mingyuan."

Yi Heng let out a breath silently, thinking to himself, in this case, he should not have to call him uncle, right?

Mrs. Lian frowned slightly, but didn't say much. She nodded and said, "Okay, it's just a name after all." She twisted out a pearl the size of a chicken egg with her fingertips, glanced at the bright soul lamp in the pearl, and smiled, "I've been looking for you for a long time." The power of thought is very powerful."

Xue Mingyuan bent down and picked up the wishing notes on the ground one by one, looking at the wishes on them one by one, as well as the fingerprints that were forcibly pinched out on the wooden sign. No wonder his eyes hurt so much, Xue Chenjing should be crying miserably. "I remember when I was a child, our parents would prepare two copies of food and clothing for us according to our preferences." Xue Mingyuan wiped the mud off the wishing paper and wondered, "They couldn't have written only my name. There was another copy with his name on it." "That was when you were young and just ordinary children." Madam Lian said, "After your soul awakened, it took me a long time to find the Xue family because the soul bead lit up for too short a time." "But at that time, you had already..." She paused and changed her words, "No, it should be said that the little monster had escaped from the Xue family. You don't know how the Xue couple begged the little monster to let you out for them to see after you disappeared." "But no matter how they begged, he wouldn't agree. They didn't care about him. They only hated him, hated his cold-bloodedness, hated him for taking you away from them. That's why he couldn't stand it in the end and ran away from the Xue family, right?" Xue Mingyuan picked up all the wishing sticks, wiped them clean one by one, and held them in his arms, not knowing what to say. Madam Lian watched his actions and said, "In your previous life, your father sent you to Daqing Mountain and asked you to follow Ming Zhaojun to practice the Heart Sword and suppress your inner demon. In the end, you were soft-hearted and failed, and ended up being completely devoured by your inner demon. He used your identity to turn against his relatives and friends, severely injured Ming Zhaojun, destroyed Daqing Mountain, and killed people at will." "You caused the Yi family to be condemned by thousands of people, and your father and mother were jointly oppressed by the three major families of Jiang, Yao, and Yun. In the end, when they were taken to the trial platform to take the blame for you, they were still defending you. They thought about you until their death." "Do you want to repeat the same mistakes in this life?" Xue Mingyuan held the wishing pen tightly in his arms. All the words in his heart finally became three words that weighed heavily on his shoulders. "I'm sorry." Madam Lian sighed softly, "Awei, Mingyuan, I know you are soft-hearted, but not everything deserves your sympathy." She walked over and put her hand on his wrist, trying to use her spiritual power to drive away the coldness in his body. At this moment, a sword light penetrated from outside the dense forest, slashed across with a whoosh, and chopped the water pool. Amid the splashing water, countless spiritual threads gathered in Yi Heng's hands from all directions. The surrounding trees rustled, and the tampered landforms began to return to their original state. Yi Heng held the returning magic plate and said unhappily, "That girl actually tore my magic plate open with brute force. It seems that I have to meet her in person." "Wait." Xue Mingyuan felt the familiar sword intent and immediately stopped Yi Heng, pulling back his hand and said, "Sister, there is no need to heal my wounds. You should leave for the time being." Madam Lian didn't care about the female cultivator who was about to break in, and said, "Thanks to that little monster, two major immortal sects are now looking for you. Are you sure you don't want to go back with me?" Xue Mingyuan nodded and promised, "I will look for sister later." "Okay." Madam Lian agreed, gave him a voice transmission order and the inner gate token of Xiaoyao Sect, and disappeared from the forest with Yi Heng. The next moment, a figure parted the branches and rushed in. Seeing the person sitting by the pond, Yu Yi breathed a sigh of relief, put away his sword and walked to him, asking: "Ah Qiu, when did you come out? Someone set up an array here, is it to deal with you? Are you okay?" @無限好文，盡在晉江文學城 The person sitting looked up at her, with wet and cold hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes under the wet hair were red and swollen, oozing with blood and tears, and his pale face was stained with some shocking bloodstains. Yu Yi's heart sank, and she squatted down to wipe the blood off his face, with undisguised worry in her clear eyes, "What's wrong with your eyes?" Xue Mingyuan stared at her expression, a little surprised. Their relationship seemed to be progressing faster than he thought.