Douluo 2: I dressed up as Huo Yuhao’s biological sister

"My mother has passed away. My brother and I took care of her funeral." Huo Yunche's gentle smile gradually turned cold, and he raised the corner of his lips with a hint of sarcasm, "And my father was an absolute jerk."

“Although he is an out-and-out jerk, his background is quite clear.” Huo Yunche smacked his lips and suddenly raised his eyes in surprise. “So you guys in the Benti Sect really have the habit of calling the younger generation “little lady” and “little master”! It’s really unique!”

"......" Huo Xiujing was silent for a long time, and suddenly, as if he couldn't help it, his shoulders and chest trembled slightly, and he raised the fan to cover his face, "Puff——", a muffled laugh followed, and after a while, he withdrew the folding fan and leaned it against the table under Huo Yunche's innocent but gnashing gaze, and then he propped himself up and smiled, "The Body Sect doesn't have such a unique hobby."

"Little guy, do you remember my last name?"

"My last name is Huo, so what?" Huo Yunche rolled his eyes lazily, "Brother Xiu Jing, you're not going to say that you're my mother's lost relative who's been missing for decades, are you? No way? No way?"

"Hiss, what a coincidence." Huo Xiujing hissed softly and looked at Huo Yunche sincerely, "It really seems to be the case."

“This joke is not funny at all.” Huo Yunche’s face turned completely cold. He turned around and saluted towards Elder Mu, Elder Xuan, and Yan Shaozhe. “Grandmaster, Elder Xuan, Teacher, if there is nothing else, I will leave first. Senior Brother and the others are still waiting for me.”

"Your mother's name is Huo Ling, and her martial soul is the same spiritual eyes as your brother." Huo Xiujing spoke quickly.

Huo Yunche's back stiffened slightly: "It seems that the information network of the Body Sect is more sensitive than I thought."

"What if I said your mother is still alive?"

“Impossible!” Huo Yunche turned around with a sullen look on his face and a chilling coldness in his eyes. “If you are only attracted by my brother’s martial spirit, I can give you a positive answer right now, right now, right away.

We have already belonged to a sect, and we are not considering betraying the sect for now, and we will never consider it in the future, so please don't bother us again, and don't make fun of our deceased mother, otherwise, even if you are Brother Xiu Jing who has shown us kindness, we will not give up. "

"That's all I have to say. I'm leaving now."

"You misunderstood." Huo Xiujing sighed, "Although it has something to do with the original martial spirit, it is not what you think. In addition, we respect and admire from the bottom of our hearts the adoptive mother who raised you and Yuhao, but the mother I am talking about is not that person, but the real Huo Ling."

"What real Huo Ling?" Huo Yunche frowned, even somewhat resisting this sudden and inexplicable recognition of his kinship, "I have a mother, and my mother is Huo Ling."

Huo Xiujing smiled bitterly: "I know you don't believe it, but I still hope you can give me some time to tell me the truth of the matter."

Huo Xiujing looked at Huo Yunche with earnestness in his eyes.

But Huo Yunche's attitude was extremely firm. She turned around and walked out of the Sea God Pavilion in a swift and decisive manner.

"Consider it as a reward for my help to you and Yuhao." Huo Xiujing said.

Huo Yunche paused for a moment, turned around and glared at Huo Xiujing with gritted teeth, then pulled out a chair and sat down fiercely, slamming the table angrily: "Tell me before I change my mind!"

"Okay!" Huo Xiujing raised his eyebrows, pulled over the weird old man who was peeking at him, pressed him down on his seat, and urged him, "Second Grandpa, speak quickly!"

“Ahahaha!” Du Laoguai, who had just fought with Xuan Lao until his face turned red and his neck became thick, looked embarrassed. Under Huo Yunche’s gaze, he couldn’t help but blink, half guilty and half anxious, and shrank his neck. He cautiously suggested, “How about, let me think about it first?”

Huo Xiujing's face suddenly turned dark.

"You are so out of tune again?" He said angrily, "If you can't organize your words well, believe it or not, I will skip work when I return, and you can deal with the mess of the Body Sect by yourself!"

“No, no, no!” Du Laoguai quickly shook his head and whispered a few words, “I think, I think it’s not possible!”

"Well, um, it's like this." Du Laoguai cleared his throat, his eyes moving around hesitantly, mainly because his thoughts were too complicated and he couldn't figure out where to start.

Especially when it comes to some unspeakable truths, he is not quite sure what levels Huo Yunche has been exposed to. However, since his little grandson is Yan Shaozhe's disciple, he should know something, right?

Here, after Old Xuan told Old Mu the purpose of Old Du's visit, Old Mu's expression changed from surprise to understanding. After meeting Du Bu Si's gaze, he shook his head helplessly.

"Little Immortal, your elder brother will die of poison?" Old Mu spoke up to help.

"Mr. Mu, I'm not young anymore. Please don't call me Xiao Bu Si. There are so many young people here." Du Bu Si was embarrassed and scratched his head. "My eldest brother died many years ago... You know, after you and the others failed in your attempt to defy the will of heaven, only a broken body of him remained."

"I don't know if it's a coincidence..."

Huo Yunche noticed that Du Bu Si's eyes darkened when he mentioned coincidence.

"That day, Huo Chen, covered in blood, brought Xiao Ling'er back to the sect. Before they could even say a word, he died."

Having said this, Du Bu Si covered his eyes with some reluctance.

"You don't know."

"He had hundreds of wounds, from knives, arrows, axes, both familiar and unfamiliar. Some were so ulcerated that they formed carbuncles. He also lost a hand. I don't know where this kid got the fortitude to send Xiao Ling'er back."

Huo Xiujing listened silently at the side.

His eyes moved slightly.

Huo Chen...is his father.

On the day when Huo Chen desperately escorted Huo Ling back to the Benti Sect, something happened to hit him in front of him, and the breath he had been holding on to was dissipated right in front of him, who was only a few years old.

Huo Yunche's eyes flickered with complexity for a moment.

"Big brother spat out a mouthful of blood in front of everyone. When he saw Xiao Ling'er, he was even more grief-stricken."

"She is blind and distracted. Xiao Ling'er...is almost a living dead."

"Mr. Mu, you also know that my eldest sister-in-law took Xiao Ling'er away from home and disappeared. It was a matter of concern to my eldest brother. As a result, he searched for her for many years but couldn't find her. When he saw her again, she looked like that..."

"Especially, Xiao Ling'er's brain has been in a state of rapid collapse. In order to protect Xiao Ling'er..."

"He gave up all his cultivation!"

"I only have one sentence left: God is jealous, how lamentable!"

"I will die with my eyes open."

......The room fell into almost total silence.