The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Su Yang stood there panting, staring straight at the dead silent wilderness in front of him.

Suddenly, a horrifying guess spread and grew wildly in his mind.

Perhaps, the Tenth Generation Yin-Yang Mirror had not deviated at all. The place where he was now was actually where the Blood Sacrifice Pavilion had once stood.

Di Yin once told him that all things in the world are linked together in a chain of cause and effect, closely linked and inextricably linked.

Every tiny change in a node may trigger an unpredictable chain reaction, and even cause the order of the entire Three Realms to become unbalanced and fall into endless chaos.

Unfortunately, Su Yang's mind was filled with his own wild fantasies at that time, and Di Yin's earnest warnings fell on his ears, and he didn't listen to a single word.

He naively thought that with his own strength, he could easily rewrite history and turn the tide, but he never expected that his willful behavior would indirectly lead to another tragedy.

Su Yang dragged his feet and wandered around, his eyes full of confusion and despair.

The twelve palaces that were once so majestic and magnificent are now just ruins, and the daunting Blood Sacrifice Pavilion has finally disappeared without a trace.

Su Yang walked towards the location of the main hall of the Blood Sacrifice Pavilion in his memory. In his memory, it should be a solemn and dignified place, with a vermilion gate, a golden plaque, and busy figures coming and going.

But now, there is only unspeakable desolation before my eyes. A few dry weeds are shivering in the wind, making a rustling sound, as if they are whimpering.

"How could this happen... How could this happen..." Su Yang muttered to himself, his voice trembling with endless pain and self-blame. "I clearly... I clearly wanted to change all this, to make everyone okay..."

A gust of cold wind blew and Su Yang shivered violently. He slowly stood up and continued walking forward.

Less than a hundred meters away, you will reach the flower field carefully cultivated by Di Yin, which is full of exotic flowers and plants, fragrant all year round, uh, occasionally.

As for the reason, it was all thanks to Su Xiang, the brother-protecting demon. Su Yang was a typical hopeless case, with intermittent lofty ambitions and continuous idleness. Di Yin saw this and was anxious, so he had to punish him with a stick.

Su Xiang doesn't care about this. He is completely unreasonable when it comes to protecting his brother. He will deal with anyone who bullies his brother, even if the other party is Emperor Yin from the Demon Realm, he will do the same.

Helplessly, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, and Su Xiang was always defeated, which made him so angry that he jumped up and down. With malicious intentions, he sneaked into Di Yin's flower field, rolled up his sleeves, and plucked all the flowers in full bloom.

Such a chaotic scene seemed to be just yesterday, but when Su Yang walked there, all he saw was a piece of dry and cracked land without a trace of life.

"Uncle Wang, where are you all..." Su Yang's voice echoed in the wilderness, but there was no response. There was only the whistling sound of the wind, as if mercilessly mocking his stupidity.

"I'm back, but why... everything is gone..." He could no longer hold back his tears, which slid down his cheeks, dripped onto the dry ground, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Su Yang walked to another place. If he remembered correctly, this was the place for practicing martial arts. In the past, Xu Junyue would often pull him here.

Xu Junyue's figure was light and graceful, and her sword flickered. Every move she made contained great power. Every time Su Yang saw her practicing sword, he would admire her and fantasize about being as good as her one day, but he was too lazy to learn.

Su Yang sat on the ground in a daze, his eyes empty. Suddenly, he stood up and ran back.

"Don't...don't, don't..." He muttered to himself as he ran, his voice full of pleading, as if this could stop the wheel of fate from crushing him mercilessly.

Finally, Su Yang stumbled into the bustling city. The streets were crowded with cars and pedestrians coming and going.

He bent over and gasped heavily, his hands on his knees, sweat rolling down his forehead like beads from a broken string.

Without waiting to catch his breath, Su Yang once again ran as fast as he could. When he arrived at the gate of the Su Family Manor, his body had reached its limit.

His clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his body, his hair was disheveled, and he looked extremely disheveled.

There is peace and tranquility in the manor.

Shen Wangshu was sitting on the sofa, quietly reading a book in her hand. The soft light shone on her body, outlining her gentle outline.

Hearing the noise, Shen Wangshu raised his head and saw Su Yang panting, with a hint of surprise and concern in his eyes.

"Yangyang, what happened? Why are you so anxious?" Shen Wangshu put down the book in his hand, walked quickly to Su Yang, pulled him to sit on the sofa, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Su Yang's eyes turned red with anxiety, and he grasped Shen Wangshu's arm tightly with both hands, "Mom! Where's my brother?" His voice trembled with anxiety, and he almost shouted.

Shen Wangshu was slightly stunned. Looking at Su Yang's anxious expression, she couldn't help but feel a little worried.

She touched Su Yang's head lovingly, trying to calm him down. "Yang Yang, don't be anxious. Talk slowly. Tell mom first, what happened?"

How could Su Yang stay calm? He was so anxious that his voice unconsciously rose several octaves. "Mom, tell me first, where is my brother? He is at home, right? He must still be here, right?"

Shen Wangshu looked at Su Yang like this, and became more and more worried, but she still nodded and said softly: "At home, upstairs."

Hearing this answer, Su Yang heaved a sigh of relief, feeling a little relieved that he had survived a disaster. "It's good that you're still here! It's good that you're still here!"

At this moment, footsteps were heard from upstairs. The footsteps were brisk and powerful, accompanied by a casual male voice:

"The message has been successfully received. I, your brother, am here to protect you at any time!"

Su Yang turned around and saw a familiar figure walking down from the upstairs. His tall figure was more than a head taller than Su Yang, with handsome features and a brilliant smile that seemed to be able to dispel all the haze in the world.

He took a few steps and came in front of Su Yang. Just as he was about to speak again, he found that Su Yang seemed to be stupid, staring at him.

Shen Wangshu also felt strange. She gently pushed Su Yang and asked, "Yangyang, what's wrong with you? Weren't you just clamoring to find your brother?"

Su Yang came back to his senses. He forced a smile at Shen Wangshu that was uglier than crying, then raised his head and said to the man in front of him, "Sixth brother, I'm fine."

Su Qichen frowned, reached out and touched Su Yang's forehead, "Something's wrong, Yangyang, why are you so pale, are you sick?"

Su Yang shook his head, turned around nervously, and asked Shen Wangshu: "Mom, I was not asking about my sixth cousin, but my biological brother, your eldest son Su Xiang. Where is he now?"