Kuai Chuan is crying by myself every day

Chapter 88

The next story is not hard to guess. In order to avoid harming others, Lin Rong locked herself in the room all day long, but this could not stop Ming Hui from getting weaker and weaker.

And Ming Hui became weaker and weaker, and it is still unclear whether it is because Lin Rong loves him more, or because he loves Lin Rong deeper.

Later, when the curse was lifted, he also forgot about the existence of Lin Rong, and he didn't have much time to think about what he lost. When a war broke out between the two worlds of humans and monsters, he left Dengxian Mansion and went to a battlefield, where Guarding the side, it was also there that he met Qin Fanfan again.

What can melt an iceberg more than warmth is flame, and Qin Fanfan is that fire.

After many years of self-denial and courtesy, he couldn't stand the temptation, and chose to indulge himself in Qin Fanfan's enthusiasm, but when Qin Fanfan told him with joy that she had his flesh and blood, he finally remained silent for a long time, only One sentence: "I can't have it."

The joy on Qin Fanfan's face instantly turned to sadness. It was the first time this bright woman showed such an expression, and it was often remembered over and over again in Minghui's memory.

Even though he explained to her in a gentle voice that this child will provoke divine punishment, and when the war is over, he will leave Dengxian Mansion, and then bring Qin Fanfan together to live a life of only the two of them, but Qin Fanfan still left with red eyes .

Later, Qin Fanfan, who had disappeared for many days, suddenly asked her to meet on a cliff top. She looked weak and held a dying child in her arms. She begged him, "You can save our child, can't you?"

When he saw the child whose body was impacted by fairy and demon power, Ming Hui said slowly: "He won't survive."

He never thought that it was such a sentence that made Qin Fanfan choose to make an extreme decision. She died under his sword, and in his arms, she said word by word: "This is our child... …Ming Hui, he was not wrong, it was me who was wrong, because I am a demon, and now I am dead...you must save him..."

He stared at her face that was slowly losing color, and felt her body that was losing temperature more and more. This had become his nightmare for many years. He couldn't get out of this dream, and saving that child seemed to be his goal. a curse.

Should it be said that life is like a play?
On the way back to the battlefield where he was stationed with the child in his arms, he followed the evil spirit and walked into a farmhouse where the babbling of children came from.

The child is taken care of by an elderly farmer couple, and there is a bird with a human nature around the child. The evil spirit is naturally coming from the bird. It is just a little demon, but there is a faint fairy Power protection, probably some cultivator brought this bird to practice.

Such a happy scene is really unbearable to destroy.

When the peasant couple saw the cultivator who looked like a man of heaven, they couldn't help but gain trust. They didn't understand why the birds suddenly lost their calm and chirped, but they just took out the good things at home as much as possible to entertain the guests.

The old woman said: "These foods were given to us by a fairy. She said that the place she was going to was dangerous, so she asked us to take care of the child for a while. It looks like this child is better than your child." A few months older."

Birds are too noisy.

Ming Hui glanced slightly, and the noisy bird was suppressed in an instant and collapsed in the corner, unable to move or make a sound.

Bloodlines are really a miraculous thing for cultivators like them, just like when he sees the baby in his arms, he will feel the flow of bloodlines from his bones, and when he sees the baby in the nest When he was holding the boy in his arms, he felt so clearly that his blood was also flowing in his body.

Of course things are not right, Minghui doesn't remember any girl he ever had an affair with, but man is a kind of magical, yet ironic animal, without any emotional basis, the only thing left with this girl in his arms is Compared with the child who breathed a sigh of relief, the child who can happily play the rattle, carefree and healthy will only make people's heart balance tilt more and more towards the weak and helpless side.

(End of this chapter)