Wine Sword Immortal: Divine Level Winemaker, Drunkenly Kills Tianmen!

The boy's body was stiff and his steps were heavy.

He looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

One flower, one grass, one tree, one leaf.

All the memories of the past are recreated at this moment.

The hawthorn tree in the courtyard that was cut down by my father.

Large and small wine jars placed under the eaves.

A small flower bed with tulips at the door.

A rack for drying spiritual plants in the yard.

And the pond where my mother's life ended...

This is his home...

His and his mother's home.

In the ten years since her husband left home, the strong mother turned the small yard into the only safe haven for her children.

The impact of the memory re-enactment hit Wang Xianxian's heart like a heavy hammer.

The boy's lips began to tremble, and he carefully touched the decorations in the yard.

When I was ten years old, my mother drowned in a pond.

A month later, his father and stepmother took Wang Beichen back to the Wang family's ancestral home...

Lived back in this small courtyard.

Wang Xianxian and her mother have never been the owners of this yard. The mother and son are just tenants.

So, when the real owner returns, the young children can only watch as the returning owner destroys his only shelter from the wind.

The stepmother didn't like hawthorn, so the tree that had lived for hundreds of years was cut down by the roots.

My stepmother didn't like tulips, so the flower beds were replaced with stone ornaments.

The stepmother didn’t like wine utensils, so the wine jars, wine-making tools and other wine-related objects in the yard were thrown away as rubbish.

My father didn't like my mother, so all the furniture and objects my mother used were destroyed.

In fact, my father felt that my mother's death was too unlucky, so he filled up the pond.

Young, unloved children can only watch helplessly as everything they cherish is destroyed and banned...

He didn't hold on to anything...

The courtyard was greatly renovated, the house was rebuilt, and even the floor tiles in the courtyard were replaced.

From that day on, he lost his home...

Wang Xianxian walked cautiously in the yard.

At this moment, the sound of cooking could be heard in the yard.

The smoke emitted by the range hood is mixed with the aroma of gourmet food.

The young man quickened his pace.

The kitchen window was only half open.

Through the window, he saw smoke in the kitchen.

In the smoke, a slender figure is looming.

The smoke from cooking cannot cover up the woman's gentle and elegant temperament.

The woman is wearing a light green dress, with long hair that reaches her waist, and is tied into a beautiful hairstyle with clever rope techniques.

The young man passed through the window and greedily imprinted the scene in front of him.

A pair of hands as gentle as jade was lifting the steamer.

This is where the smoke in the sky comes from.

The young man clearly saw the dishes in the steamer.

"Glutinous rice balls..."

When the smoke dissipated, a gentle and gentle smile appeared on a beautiful and elegant face.

The moment the familiar face caught the young man's eyes, it was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart!

The boy outside the window was shaking crazily and his lips were trembling uncontrollably.

Tears burst out of my eyes like a floodgate opening to release water.

"mom……"

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Special examination room monitoring room.

Everyone looked at the tearful young man on the screen and felt worried.

Duanmu Qian looked at the young man's sad face and couldn't help but shake his head.

"The eighth floor, ask about your thoughts."

"The test of inquiry is the Martial Artist's heart for seeking truth. He can be so profound at such a young age."

"With such a performance, he must have experienced hardship in his childhood, and I don't know what his obsession is."

"The so-called inner demon, it is extremely difficult to enter the Tao through emotion..."

The staff looked at Duanmu Qian and asked.

"Examination chief, will there be a live broadcast on the eighth floor?"

Duanmu Qian shook his head: "The eighth level is to ask the heart. Martial Artists who go through this level often behave badly."

"What's more, this level has no viewing value. Let's switch."

"Let him get through quietly..."

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"This is fake...it's fake..."

"I'm taking an assessment...this is fake..."

"Fake...fake..."

The boy's trembling voice was drowned out by the noisy cooking sound.

But it seemed like Resonance of Heart and Spirit, the kitchen woman suddenly looked up.

When she saw the boy standing outside the window, she smiled gently.

"Xianxian is back. Why are you standing here? It smells like oil smoke. Come in and wash your hands quickly. Get ready to eat."

The familiar voice was like the weak water in the sky, directly drowning all the boy's reason.

At this moment, truth or falsehood is no longer important to him...

1823 longings that I have worked hard to suppress day and night, at this moment...

The dam breaks...

He tried hard to control his weak legs and walked towards the door step by step.

The moment he was about to step through the door.

Yun Ying appeared behind the young man.

As if sensing something from his heart, the young man slowly turned back.

Looking at Yun Ying's complicated eyes, Wang Xianxian's eyes began to look pleading.

"I'll just go in and take a look...it'll be fine in a moment...it'll be fine...please..."

Hearing the boy's almost begging voice, Yun Ying finally couldn't bear it.

After thinking for a moment, she finally gave up the idea of ​​forcing herself to break through.

"You have been fantasizing about this meal for five years..."

"The food is ready, it would be a shame not to eat it."

A gentle smile appeared on his furry face, and Yun Ying said softly.

"Go ahead, I'll wait here for you to come back."

After saying that, Yun Ying turned around and jumped onto the hawthorn tree and started snoring.

Wang Xianxian adjusted her breathing, turned around, and walked into the door.

Familiar rooms, familiar decor, and...

People who think about it day and night...

Mo Elegy carried the dishes and slowly walked towards the dining table.

"Mom made glutinous rice balls and sweet and sour pork ribs for you today."

"The braised pork is still in the pot, waiting for mom to serve it to you."

"Go wash your hands first, and then help mom serve the food."

After placing the dishes on the table, Mo Elegy walked to the kitchen again.

Wang Xianxian stared at Mo Elegy blankly, but his body could not move.

When the person he thought about day and night really appeared in front of him, Wang Xianxian was afraid.

He didn't have the courage to speak or give the other person a hug.

Because he is afraid, afraid that his mother will blame him in her heart.

He is a murderer...

When Mo Elegy returned with the braised pork and Wang Xianxian was still standing there, he noticed something was wrong.

"Xianxian, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Facing her mother who was getting closer and closer, Wang Xianxian's body shook more and more violently.

However, the moment Mo Elegy's hand touched Wang Xianxian's cheek.

The young man's body stopped shaking.

Mo Elegy held Wang Xianxian's cheeks with both hands, and then gently touched the young man's forehead with his forehead.

"What happened, can you tell mom?"

"It's okay." Wang Xianxian said softly, "I just miss you a little..."

Hearing this, Mo Elegy concealed a smile.

"Little Slippery, you are the only one who can please your mother."