Going back through the book to the time of the morbid devil boy

Chapter 2 Half Demon Yanchi
The sword cut through his palm, penetrated into the flesh and bones, but he seemed unafraid of pain, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were as cold as ice, which caused the owner of the sharp sword to suddenly feel frightened and couldn't bear it. Shuddering, he let go of the sword, and took a few steps back in panic.

"Heh...coward." The blood-soaked young man laughed mockingly.

He threw the sword back heavily, and those decent disciples avoided it one after another. However, at this moment, he dragged his scarred body and left the cave as quickly as possible.

Everyone came to their senses and ran out to chase after him quickly, but there was no one outside, and there was no trace of his blood on the ground.

"Damn it, Yan Chi ran away again."

"We must find him, my disciple of Yuan Mingzong must not die in vain!"

"He was seriously injured, and he must not be able to run far. Let's split up and chase."

"it is good."
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When Ye Qingwu regained consciousness, she heard her father's irritable voice: "That brat, Mo Yiran, clearly hurt Qingwu secretly, and I will never let him go easily."

A very gentle and pleasant female voice persuaded: "Master Ye Feng, don't be so irritable, Qingwu is fine, it's just that she fainted due to exhaustion, you also know that Qingwu's body..."

There was a moment of silence in the room, and when Ye Xiuzheng's voice sounded again, his voice had become hoarse: "It's all my fault, I failed to protect Qingqing, and I didn't let Qingwu grow well..."

Clear? !
She remembered that Qingqing was Ye Xiuzheng's wife, the mother of this body, and the number one beauty of Qingyang Sword Sect.

At that time, when Qingqing was pregnant with Ye Qingwu in the seventh month, Moxiu, in order to avenge Ye Xiuzheng, then caught Qingqing who was pregnant and threatened him. Many died.

And Ye Qingwu was born prematurely, and almost couldn't survive that winter. It was his father, Ye Xiuzheng, who searched all over the place and asked every person who had the life-saving elixir to keep Ye Qingwu.

Ye Qingwu has been weak since she was a child, and Ye Xiuzheng even held her in the palm of his hand, for fear of falling and touching her.

Therefore, when Ye Qingwu became obsessed with the hero Mo Yiran, Ye Xiuzheng often persuaded her that Mo Yiran was not her lover.

Because they are both men, he can feel that when Mo Yiran looks at his daughter, there is always indifference in his eyes, and sometimes even disgust.

But the loyal words were harsh, Ye Qingwu gradually separated from him, and a rift arose.

Ye Qingwu tried hard to open her tired eyelids, and what came into view was the wooden ceiling, she raised her right hand to rub her temple, her head hurt.

When Ye Xiuzheng and Zilan found her awake, they surrounded her and greeted her: "How is it? How do you feel?"

"My head hurts a bit." Ye Qingwu replied truthfully.

Seeing their genuinely worried expressions, she felt a ripple in her heart.

Before she wore the book, she was a hot star. Her acting skills were often appreciated by the audience, and everyone thought she was very friendly.

In fact, life is also a part of her acting, she is not friendly or gentle at all, her heart is actually extremely cold, it can be the kind of heartless.

She was abandoned at the gate of the orphanage since she was a child, and the head of the orphanage took her back. During those years in the orphanage, she learned how to be submissive, selfish, and act...

Children who don't speak nice words and don't flatter them don't get enough to eat and don't wear warm clothes at all.

She even almost froze to death that winter, but she told the truth to the nurse, and her head was pressed into the big tank. The moment she was pressed in, she felt the breath of death, the cold The water violently entered her mouth and nose...

She is only seven years old...

At that time, she was thinking that she would never make such a mistake again.

Ye Xiuzheng saw Ye Qingwu distracted, his eyes occasionally showed pitiful sadness, his generous palm touched Ye Qingwu's forehead, the warm temperature drove away some of the coldness in her heart, and only listened to his soft voice coaxing She said: "Qingwu, good boy, forget all your troubles and bad memories, whatever you want, daddy will give you."

"Are you coaxing the child?" Ye Qingwu laughed with a slightly moist eye socket.

"You will always be Dad's child." Ye Xiuzheng said solemnly.

Ye Qingwu's heart rippled again, she nodded with a smile.

Suddenly, a picture flashed in her mind. The old man in a green robe was standing in the middle of a battlefield full of dead bodies. It meandered to the left cheek, scratched the eye, and the blood blurred his left cheek, making him look extraordinarily hideous.

"Fire the arrow!" Not far away, Mo Yiran, who was dressed in white, smiled and gave orders.

The disciples of the Qingyang Sword Sect who surrounded the old man shot arrows at him one after another.

The old man looked up to the sky and yelled, and then laughed wildly: "Hahaha... I didn't collude with Moxiu, let alone betray Qingyang Sword Sect, Mo Yiran, Mo Weiwei, you will die!"

"Swish"

The old man was pierced by thousands of arrows, and blood kept overflowing from his mouth. He smiled and cried: "Qing...qing, Qingwu, it's... cough cough... I'm useless..."

He couldn't support it and was about to fall to the ground. He used all his strength to insert the sword into the ground, knelt down on one knee, and lost his breath.

Like a strong man who refuses to admit defeat.

Ye Xiuzheng, he is a proud man, a good husband, and a responsible father.

The moment he fell, her heart was cut like a knife, and there was a sharp pain in her heart.

Tears had unknowingly gathered from her eyes, Ye Qingwu couldn't tell whether it was her own emotions or the emotions of the original owner.

She instinctively sat up from the bed, hugged Ye Xiuzheng's neck, and whispered in his ear, "Daddy, I will protect you."

Ye Xiuzheng was a little dazed, it had been a long time since he saw Qingwu approaching him so actively, and saying such things.

I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart, but I still kept my superficial composure and said, "Let Dad protect you."

With a smile in Ye Qingwu's eyes, she gave a soft "hmm".

Real Zilan's eyes were full of relief: "Let Qingwu take a good rest, let's go out."

Ye Qingwu heard her voice, and only then did she face up to this real person named Zilan. She was about the same age as her father Ye Xiuzheng, but she took care of her like a woman in her 30s.

She was wearing a plain purple dress, dignified and elegant, with a gentle smile on her beautiful face.

If it weren't for her temperament, it might be impossible to tell that she is nearly 60 years old.

The original owner is very close to Master Zilan. Because of her frailty, she often comes to the fifth peak of Master Zilan to cultivate. In the heart of the original owner, she regards Master Zilan as a mother.

(End of this chapter)