son, who is your father

Chapter 393 Surprise discovery
"Tell him, I'm not free, let him find the old guy!" Impatiently waved his hands, the old guy has been giving him women for the past two years, he has a lot of free time!

The subordinate sweated again, looked back cautiously, and closed his eyes sadly, the master is really abnormal, if the old master hadn't approached him ten feet away, the master would run away like a rabbit, Now the old master is following behind, but I can hear these words clearly.

"Stinky boy, am I not dazzled?" Ignoring the matter of settling accounts with his son, the old king hurried over and asked in disbelief.

Slowing down, Gong Jueshang turned his head, tossed his hair handsomely, glanced up and down at his father, and said lightly: "Want to hug your grandson?"

"Think!" Too much, so much!Otherwise, why would he keep stuffing his son's bed with women? He's afraid that there will be no future!

"Go back and stay if you want, from now on, my son, I won't be free!" After finishing speaking handsomely, he glanced at the father whose face had turned black, and smiled smugly.

"I'm going too!" A weak voice sounded, very short of breath, he could clearly see the warning eyes of this stinky boy, he was busy with the war for the past two years, so he didn't count anything with him , but it doesn't mean he doesn't care!
"Huh?" His voice was drawn out, and Gong Jueshang looked at the old lord evilly. "Forget it, I'm not going!" He stopped abruptly, and the old lord, who was more fun than curious, quickly turned around and waved his hands, and did not forget to tell him: "Son, you can come back early, I think that kid is not bad, he is better than you!" His father is excellent, if you can let him take your surname, father will not mind!" The younger one came, and the older one naturally followed, hehe!
Do you mind being useful?Gong Jueshang cast a glance at him, but nodded seriously.

"What kind of father is he? He doesn't have a father! No, I am his father!" That kind of father, don't worry!
"Go, go! Come back soon!" If you come back, this war should stop, and the world should be peaceful!Alas, he hasn't slept soundly for a long time!
It is said that a beauty is a disaster for the country, but who knows, without this man's affection, how can there be such a thing as a beauty?
"Old master, is that really young master Wuzuo?" asked the subordinate who had been following the old master.

"It's not wrong, that kid looks like his mother's arrogance, and also like... his father!" The old king sighed silently, very heavy, but also very relieved, at least people are alive, and there is something in life. hope!Hope everything will be fine!
"So, the princess..."

"I hope it's as we thought!" Otherwise, Shang'er would feel sad again. In the past three years, he poured all his hatred into the war, and even his father couldn't stop it.

"But we know, will Yu Wuhen also..."

"Head everyone, nothing happened tonight, whoever revealed something that shouldn't be said, kill without mercy!" The old king's face darkened, and he said sharply.Shang'er, being a father can only help you so much, if you can delay it for a while, it's only for a while, as long as that person knows about it one day, you will have one more chance.

It's just that Wushang came quietly, and he didn't want them to know that he was still alive. He could understand this, but he didn't want to face them again, but why did he take Shang Jueyu?Li Guozhu couldn't figure it out.

Broken tiles, desolate weeds, a barren courtyard where all kinds of wild insects are constantly chirping, on an old tree that is old and decayed, there is a dark shadow lying on the branch of the tree, the heavy breath carries a ruthless chill , the expressionless face is surprisingly beautiful, eyes closed and rested, scattered starlight scattered on the handsome and sharp face through the few remaining leaves, the mottled shadows are like a portrayal of his life, the sky is covered by dark clouds, Even the little bit of light was ruthlessly covered, and it seemed that he had lived like this in this life, born in the dark night, without a trace of light.

It seems that he once met the light, but lost it again. There is a faint sadness in his body, and there is a kind of beauty that he has worked so hard but lost in the corner of his eyes. It is a regret that cannot be redeemed in life. sad!
In the past three years, he exiled himself, let his soul wander, bleak and bloody, chased and killed others, and was also hunted and killed by others. Several times, he thought he was about to die, but he turned back from the gate of hell again and again.Whenever life and death were on the line, he would let his blood flow freely, trying to follow in her footsteps, but he always saw that flowery face in a haze, and his life continued from then on, because she once told him that human beings There are thousands of ways to die, the most unacceptable to her is dying by her own hands, as long as she is alive, anything is possible!
But he is alive, but she is gone. What is the meaning of living to him?

Why do you want to save me?You know, sometimes, living is a thousand times more difficult than dying!
The hand lying on the sword moved slightly, covering the chest, and the thick black eyelashes trembled twice. Here, the scars of the past are still there, but where is the person with the stitches?The starry sky is far away, the vast sea of ​​people, where can I find that cool figure again?Where can I find another confidant who can understand each other with just one look?How many reincarnations does it take to meet a woman who makes his heart flutter?

In the world of mortals, you came on the wind, blowing waves of ripples in the lake of my heart, and disappeared without a trace like a misty wind, leaving no trace of cruelty, making him everywhere even in the direction he was looking for. Can't find it!

God is ruthless, and you are even more ruthless!
Your death will make my life fall into darkness forever. No one can save my soul except you!
Except for you, no one will stretch out a hand to gently pull him away from the life of swords and swords, and no one will say to him again: "Forget about the past and let yourself go, okay?"

Thin figure and broken soul are exiled in this desolate loneliness, fluttering sleeves of clothes are swinging meaningless life, the eyebrows of the sword are covered with wind and frost, and the white mist is misty, the night at the end of autumn is very cold, but it is not as cold as the temperature in his heart !
There was a strange movement in the air, but the people on the tree remained motionless, the wind was high on a moonlit night, the rivers and lakes were walking, decades of wind, knives and blood rain, he had long been accustomed to these things, even if people died in front of him, What does it matter to him?
A smell that seemed to have been smelled somewhere passed through the tip of his nose lightly, and the black shadow on the tree slightly disturbed his eyebrows, but this smell was too long ago, as if it was on the edge of memory, he couldn't recall it for a while.

(End of this chapter)