"Shut up." Fu Zhuo grabbed his collar, pulled him in front of him, and grinned: "You don't kill me, but I want to kill you day and night."

Zhan Ying raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, turned his wrist a little, and pushed Fu Zhuo back a few steps with a palm.

Then he paced and walked slowly to Fu Zhuo, looking into his eyes rather condescendingly, and said in a low voice, "You hate me."

Not a question, but a certainty.

Although Zhan Ying didn't know where the hatred for him came from, there was one point. He looked up at the cloud and mist in the distance, and said solemnly, "Do you like Fu Yan?"

Fu Zhuo: ?

Yi Ning:…

The brain circuit of the head of his family has always been OK.

Zhan Ying looked suddenly enlightened, then turned his eyes back to his face, and said, "You're so surprised, is that really the case?"

Otherwise, how to explain that this person insisted on wanting him to kill the child and hated him.

Fu Zhuo couldn't bear it any longer. If there was a knife at this time, Yi Ning believed that he would rush out without hesitation and stab the sect master.

"Cough cough..." Zhan Ying put his hand on his lips, coughed twice, and then murmured: "There are really people in the world who are as clumsy as me."

Fu Zhuo keenly caught the meaning of his words, narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "What do you mean?"

Zhan Ying sighed and looked at Fu Zhuo with a trace of pity in his eyes, and said, "She has no feelings, all her emotions and desires are cut off by herself, and she will never fall in love with anyone in this life."

Hearing the enemy commenting on his mother personally, Fu Zhuo only felt that his brain was blank for a moment, and Lei Ming was noisy in his ears, and he rushed up and grabbed Zhan Ying's throat regardless.

"You deserve to talk about her too? Zhan Ying, you think too highly of yourself. If that's the case, why do you keep this child and kill him. Or, you are afraid that others will say that you kill your mother and give away your children, it doesn't matter. I'll help you." The more excited Fu Zhuo became, the more frantic his expression became, he might be about to go mad, or he might have already gone mad.

Zhan Ying frowned, pressed him to the ground with his backhand, took out a belt from the storage ring, and tied Fu Zhuo's hands behind him regardless of the struggle.

For a long while, Fu Zhuo couldn't calm down, crawling and biting like a mad dog.

"Your breath is flowing backwards, your pulse is unstable, and you are injured?" Even Yi Ning didn't expect it. The first sentence Zhan Ying said was not to ask Fu Zhuo why he wanted to kill him, but to ask him if he was suffering. hurt.

Fu Zhuo didn't answer, and bit Zhan Ying's wrist fiercely.

Zhan Ying took a breath, and out of nowhere made a piece of cloth and stuffed it into Fu Zhuo's mouth.

Just finished stuffing, as if suddenly remembering something, he said in surprise: "I forgot, that piece of cloth belongs to Qing'er..."

saliva cloth.

Forget it, who made this man so vicious and bit him so hard. Zhan Ying gave up the explanation, and didn't have a good face for Fu Zhuo.

Suddenly, there was a cry of a baby in the hall. Zhan Ying frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to grab Fu Zhuo's back collar, and threw him into the hall before rushing to see the child.

Fu Zhuo followed his figure viciously, and spit out the strange milk-flavored cloth in his mouth. However, Zhan Ying reached out and picked up the child, and hurriedly coaxed for a while, still frowning.

The child woke up hungry.

How can there be a woman who is still breastfeeding in the huge Ming Guangzong. Where should he go to get some milk?

"Well..." He remembered that there seemed to be a bowl of goat milk in the apse, which was given by the senior sister last time, and he didn't know whether the child could drink it or not.

Zhan Ying immediately got up and took the goat milk from the apse, and carefully used a spell to warm the bowl of goat milk with his palm.

I fed it to the mouth of the child one by one with a small spoon, but when the child tilted his head, all the milk leaked out.

Now Zhan Ying was even more at a loss. He wiped his mouth lightly with his sleeve, and coaxed softly, "Take a sip and taste it."

A man a few feet squatted on the edge of the couch, talking to a small child. This picture is kind of funny and cute.

Yi Ning watched intently, his heart slightly sour. When he was young, the headmaster treated him very well.

The child stretched out a small hand, grabbed a strand of Zhanying's hair and put it in his mouth, eating it with relish, Zhanying hurriedly pulled it out, and while the child was still in a daze, he put the spoon of goat milk into his mouth.

The child clucked twice, perhaps feeling that it was delicious, and waved his little hand to ask Zhan to welcome it.

"Like it?" Zhan Ying poked his finger on his cheek, showing a faint smile, "What a little devil, as confusing as your mother."

When Yi Ning heard this, he turned around to see Fu Zhuo's expression.

But he saw that he had calmed down, standing behind Zhan Ying, his eyes could not tell whether it was indifference or something else.

Just watching it quietly, as if there is no emotion.

Maybe, the head doesn't hate the demon woman who tricked him into giving birth to a child.

As the head of the Sect, even if outsiders say that he is strict and indifferent to his disciples, he is said to be ruthless when it comes to killing demons and cultivators. But Yi Ning always felt that he was very similar to the Sect Master.

They are all people who accept suffering gently.

After finally coaxing the child to eat and sleep, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Zhan Ying's forehead. He hadn't taken care of anyone like this before, but he just looked at the sleeping face of the child, but he felt that it seemed worth it.

"Zhan Qing..." Zhan Ying stretched out her finger and rubbed his profile.

"What do you call him?" Fu Yan's face was extremely gloomy. He had never heard anyone say this name before.

Zhan Ying didn't look back, just looked at the child and repeated softly, "Zhan Qing."

My show.

Fu Zhuo sneered, and soon laughed recklessly, almost hysterically.

How ridiculous, when he was sent to the Zhan family to be raised, the Zhan family told him.

His name is Fu Zhuo.

Zhuo, who knows if Zhanying's name was Zhuo or Zhuo? But he didn't expect that today, he actually heard another name that Zhan Ying personally gave him, called Qing.

"He should be called Zhuo, a bastard, what is Qing?" Fu Zhuo stopped smiling with a hoarse voice, his chest still heaving violently, and his throat had a faint smell of blood.

Zhan Ying turned back coldly, looked at Fu Yan and said, "Who is a bastard? Fu Yan is a human being, and so am I. I see that your mouth is dirty, and Yunqing Mountain is afraid that there will be no honorable guests, so let's go down the mountain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yan suddenly restrained his anger, revealing the face that Yi Ning was familiar with, and said softly: "I won't say it, then tell me why his name is Zhanqing."

Seeing his appearance, Zhan Ying turned his face away, as if he didn't intend to answer.

Yi Ning could see that Fu Zhuo's blue veins were jumping, and after a long time, he was able to force himself to endure it with strong perseverance, and said softly: "I know I'm wrong, tell me why he is called Zhanqing."

In order to achieve his goal, Fu Zhuo has nothing to spare.

Zhan Ying chuckled lightly and said, "I named my son, why are you so excited?" Isn't this person Fu Yan's suitor?

Because that was his own name... Yi Ning answered silently in his heart.

Seeing that Fu Zhuo was about to lose his control, Zhan Yingcai said unhurriedly: "It comes out of the mud and is not stained, and it is clear and clean without being a demon. You don't even know that?" The tone rose slightly, as if very satisfied with him. Take the name.

Even if he and Fu Yan were given life by him and Fu Yan for such dirty reasons, in Zhan Ying's heart, his Qing'er was just like this name.

It comes out of the mud without being stained, and it is clean and not demonic.

Therefore, the later swollen character does not mean "turbid", but... randomly picked a word from this poem as his name?

"You—" Fu Zhuo choked his throat for a while, not knowing what to say to him.

all fake. All are installed. He has nothing to believe.

Yes, when Zhan Ying threw him to others, he didn't care about the meaning of the name.

Zhan Ying should be killed, be damned.

"Konghua! Hurry up and take the child down the mountain. The second elder somehow found out about the child. I'm afraid he is going to Yunqing Mountain now!" The door, did not dare to stop saying a word, only to see Fu Zhuo with his hands tied behind his back and a slobber cloth at his feet.

"Ah...this is..." Senior Sister turned around for some reason and whispered, "See no evil, don't listen to evil."

Yi Ning saw that the blue veins on Fu Zhuo's forehead were visibly bursting out.

Zhan Ying couldn't care less about entanglement with Fu Zhuo, reached out and took the child into his arms from the couch, and jumped out of the window.

However, after a while, he jumped back again, put Fu Zhuo under his arm and took it away.

Yi Ning looked at him with a wry smile, and suddenly missed the head.

Such a good head, Fu Zhuo, that beast, can actually do it.

This revenge, he must avenge for the head. Not only because he neglected his filial piety, but also because Fu Zhuo killed too many people and committed too many evils.

Presumably at the beginning, the head was controlled by Fu Zhuo, and he wanted to kill him with his own hands, but he was deceived by the false appearance of the other party, and finally fell into the trap.

After all, Fu Zhuo sheds Fu Yan's blood, cheating Qi Zhan to welcome him, and he has not missed it yet.

Before, there were many rumors that Fu Zhuo was killed by his biological father. In fact, Yi Ning went to investigate, and it was not as rumored at all.

At that time, Fu Zhuo pretended to be repentant and killed himself with a knife in front of the head, and everyone thought he was dead.

In fact, he escaped with a fake death, and the only one who died was a fake body.

"Where are you going? Nan Ke Ze?" Fu Zhuo didn't struggle, just looked at him coldly.

The wind was so loud that Zhan Ying couldn't hear it clearly, so he responded casually.

Fu Yan's face suddenly sank.

"Send him away, it's better to kill him now." Fu Zhuo shoved the hand that was holding the child, Zhan Ying didn't expect him to do this, he didn't hold his hand firmly, so he called him that Pushing it away, Zhan Ying fetched the child back in a panic, just about to get angry.

The next moment, Fu Zhuo drew his sword and stabbed the child.

He killed himself, just to make Zhan Ying suffer. Fu Zhuo thought.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Ying lifted the child up and let Fu Zhuo's sword pierce his arm.

Even so, he still hugged the child tightly.

After a while, the toes fell to the ground.

"Snapped!"

Fu Zhuoqiu received Zhan Ying's angry slap.

His head was thrown to the side, and this was the first time Zhan Ying had hit him. Zhan Ying once wanted to kill him, to clear the door, and to eliminate harm for the people.

But never hit him like that.

"If you touch him again, I don't mind breaking your precepts and killing you." Zhan Ying's eyes were bitingly cold, "I will do what I say."

Fu Zhuo was stunned.

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