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At this time, Wen Xuan was still lucky. What can be proven now is that the female ghost gave birth to a child because of the descendants of that demon, and it cannot prove that the child has any relationship with Wenxuan. Even if Chu Lian brought him back to Shui Yunzong more than 50 years ago, even if she showed that obsession in that cave, it might be just a coincidence, maybe she just confessed wrong.

This is the last straw that Wenxuan can catch, even if it is likely to be just deceiving oneself.

By the time God returned, Wenxuan had once again entered the mountain. He must find out the whereabouts of that child in order to get the final answer.

But it wasn't until he saw the snow and ice that was about to begin to melt under his feet, and he realized that he didn't even know where to find it. He even forgot to ask where exactly her body was found.

Without direction, Wenxuan stood a little at the original place, and continued to lift his feet, walking aimlessly in the mountain.

I don't know how long he walked in the middle of nowhere, and he went back to that cave again.

It was in this cave that he found the horns of that demon, and found hope to cure Murong Feng's poisonous fire. The joy of joy at that time was almost in sight. But also in this cave, he met the female ghost, and for the first time questioned his own life, searched all the way, and now fell into this confused state.

He didn't know how to describe his mood now, it was almost lost.

The cold air in the cave has condensed, and a small piece of puddle has accumulated on the ground.

Wen Xuan walked to a small puddle, squatted down, and looked down. His reflection was clearly reflected in the water, and he stared straight, without knowing what he was looking at.

He stood up and walked wildly in the hole. He saw the pit left in the soil after taking out the demon horn that day. He went to the place where he confronted the female ghost. He walked to the edge of the cave, reached out and stroked the dark stone walls, guessing how much blood remained in them. Finally he stopped in front of a puddle and looked at the reflection inside.

Wen Xuan suddenly realized what he was looking at.

He was looking at his face, at those features that were already surprisingly familiar.

He looked at his face while he remembered the female ghost he met at that time, remembered each other's expression, and remembered every change in his eyebrows. Gradually, he found that the two faces began to overlap. stand up.

Of course, he and her have many differences in face, but the more Wen Xuan looks, the more he can't deny it. At the corner of his eyebrows, where he might not care at first glance, he and she are really real Neglected similarities.

Wen Xuan thought about the last two lines of tears she had fallen, and the expression overlapped with his face, making him almost think that he had also shed tears.

It wasn't until his hands touched his eyes that he realized it was just an illusion, and his tears didn't shed.

But it's almost the same.

Wen Xuan shook his head and retreated drastically from the edge of the puddle.

He couldn't deny it anymore, he couldn't be lucky anymore, he couldn't deceive himself anymore. It is ridiculous that he still thinks that he must find the final evidence-but the proof is actually on his face, which is his face.

How similar he is to that female ghost. No, at this time he can't deny it any more, that's his mother, the only mother he has ever seen since his birth!

Wen Xuan sat kneeling in the corner, and gradually curled into a ball, his shoulders trembling involuntarily.

He wanted to calm down and take care of all this, but it was impossible. All this was like a bunch of flying mosquitoes in his head, buzzing, and couldn't calm down at all.

Admit it, it can't be denied, he is the evil species that his mother was forced by the descendants of the demon that day, the demon-like sinner with deep sin.

Sad, angry, guilty, flustered, unbelievable, self-denying.

Wen Xuan couldn't tell what kind of emotion he was at this time. Many, many emotions erupted from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't restrain it at all, and it would almost drive him crazy.

The fact that he was hit by this fact was too great, so many emotions in his heart were, without exception, all negative, making him unable to hold himself.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

Wen Xuan told himself that in fact he should be happier, at least one thing is worth being happy, he saw his mother.

According to the old man Qian, his mother had been guarding him during his lifetime. Even more than fifty years after his death, his mother still loves in this world. Until today, he came here to let his mother find him and let his mother know that he had grown so healthy and healthy. That's why the mother was so excited and rushed to him desperately, just to hug her grown-up child.

In the end, I wish I could finally pay. Is it true that the mother has become a Buddha? She couldn't be found anywhere. She was finally freed from that desolate life, leaving no regrets.

This is indeed something to be pleased with.

But ah, but since then, I have never seen it again.

He finally met his mother for the first time, but this was the last time. He even hurt her with his bodyguard aura!

Wen Xuan tried to find a hint of light in the negative emotions in her heart, and wanted to use that joy to suppress other emotions, and to keep herself from falling apart. But he failed. The only time I met my mother in this life brought more sadness than joy.

He thought of the old Zhao who had been asked before. The reason why Zhao Laoer was unwilling to tell Wen Xuan was because he was thinking of his childhood friendship with his mother in order to protect his mother's face. Just because the biggest stain in his mother's life was to give birth to him.

Wen Xuan embraced his head with both hands, and the teeth doors trembled.

After a while, he finally loosened his arms, supported his palm against the stone wall, and stood up. He needs a support too much now. Like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, already crumbling, but still unwilling to fall, grabbing a rope so eagerly. But when he looked at the stone wall, when he pulled his palm back and looked at his palm, he only felt blood stains on it.

"The monster just caught the people in the town, shredded them, and stuffed them all in that cave. Half of the cave was filled with blood and flesh."

"It wants to feed its cub! The woman gave it a cub!"

Do not.

Do not!

Wen Xuan receded back and forth, desperately away from the stone wall, and fell to the ground, but he couldn't even stand up. He turned over and lay there, and choked his throat with his fingers.

Has he eaten?

When he was just born, did he eat it in a time that he can't remember?

Wen Xuan only felt that his stomach was writhing for a while, desperately trying to spit out something, but he could only retaliate.

Whether he has eaten it or not, so many people have died because of him, and they have suffered such a miserable death.

He thought of a nightmare that he often had as a child. At that time, he didn't know where he was. He could only touch the things around him. He had a very indescribable touch, mixed with a thick and warm liquid, and he seemed to smell a lot of fishy smell.

Now Wen Xuan knows that it was the memory of his short life, the blood and flesh of those innocent people.

How, how ...

Wen Xuan hit his head with a fist on the ground and stopped himself from shaking. He tried hard to get up again, trying to stand up. But when he raised his eyes and looked at everything in the cave, he felt as if he saw a **** corpse.

He had never hated himself so much in his life.

He was finally going crazy by all this, screamed, and fled to the exit like staggering.

Wenxuan couldn't stay in the cave anymore, but where was his shelter after going out? Is he going back to that town? He certainly wants to go back to that town. But he didn't know how to deal with those townspeople.

In the vast world, he suddenly felt nowhere to be.

When he escaped from the entrance, Wen Xuan didn't know what was tripped up, and slammed forward. He watched his face patted towards the snow, but he didn't even have to struggle.

What exactly is he? There was monster blood in him. For more than fifty years before, in the face of this irrefutable fact, it seems that they are as fragile as a piece of paper.

Just then, someone pulled him.

Wen Xuan did not fall directly into the snow in the end. A man came from the snow, just before him at this moment, catching him.

"Brother." The other whispered in his ear.

Wen Xuan took a moment for a while. From such a soft call, he remembered who he was, and remembered that he was not just a sinner left by a monster. Then he slowly lifted his head from the other's arms, looked at the unfocused eyes for a long while, and finally recognized, "Jane ... Master?"

"It's me." Jian Jian patted behind him. "Brother, it's me."

The moment he recognized simplicity, Wenxuan's first reaction was to look at the sky. The sky has long been dark, showing a little starlight. It's already midnight. Youths like Jian Jian should rest at this time, otherwise they are very bad for their health.

Simple is here. Why does simplicity appear in such places at such times?

Wen Xuan had just come up with this question, and just ready to speak out, Wen Xuan thought of the only answer.

Naturally came to him specifically.

"Sorry." Wen Xuan will accuse her of swallowing in her stomach, trying to earn from simple arms, "Did I worry you?"

Simple but added a bit of strength, and put Wen Xuan in his arms a little.

This pose is a bit ridiculous, and it's not comfortable. The simple body is not taller than Wenxuan. At this time, Wenxuan fell into his arms, just like the previous fall position, and his waist was bent.

The temperature from the chest made Wen Xuan calm down, leaning so quietly.

"Master Jian," Wenxuan remembered, "you know everything about me, right?"

He simply nodded, "Of course."

"It also includes ..." Wen Xuan took a deep breath. "I'm not exactly human, is it?

Jian Jian tightened him tightly. "I said I knew everything, that's all I knew."

"Really ..." Wen Xuan lowered his eyes.

Yeah, he should have thought about it. There is such a person beside him, who knows everything about him, and already knows about this ugly side of him. The person next to him, even if he knew all this, always regarded Wenxuan as Wenxuan.

Wen Xuan gradually relaxed, and escaped from the kind of astonishment.

"Brother," Jian Jian apparently knew what had happened to him at this time, and asked him softly, "Want to cry?"

Wen Xuan raised his lips, "a bit."

"Cry, then." Jian Jian pressed his back and stroked the hair there. "Leave all the wolverines here, and you will still be after you go out." He said these words seriously, and made up A sentence, "I can lend you my shoulder."

After listening to this last word, Wen Xuan just wanted to laugh.

"Brother Jane," he still leaned on Jian Jian's shoulder. "You are so good." He said, his hands around his simple waist.

"I know." Simple was a little smug.

He knew that as long as he was here, it would be the greatest help for Wenxuan.

Simple fingertips run along Wenxuan's black hair, from the back of his head to the back, like a cat walking along.

All he knew was that he would always stand behind Wen Xuan. In the many moments in the future, as long as he is there, Wenxuan will not be empty behind him.

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