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He seemed to be trapped in some strange quagmire!

The more he struggled, the deeper he sank!

And when he finally broke free...

"Wait!"

Ning Tian rushed out quickly.

He wanted to say something.

Although he didn't know what to say.

It was raining heavily outside.

The dilapidated temple was very dilapidated, but it could shelter people from the wind and rain.

Ning Tian let the rain fall on his face.

But Tang Yao's figure was no longer around...

He stopped in the rain for a few seconds.

Then he walked towards home.

It was raining heavily.

It seemed that even the vision became hazy.

It made people unable to see the road ahead.

So how should they go.

...

...

Ning's house.

"Xiaotian, where have you been? Why did you come back so late?"

As soon as he entered the house.

Ning Qingxue's concerned voice rang out.

That tender and concerned look.

Ning Tian lowered his head again.

From childhood to adulthood, although they are not from the same grandfather's lineage.

But Ning Qingxue's family really has nothing to say about him.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

Ning Tian said politely.

The traces of rain on his body had long disappeared.

Even his red eyes from crying.

They returned to normal.

Just like usual.

Ning Tian is a sensible child.

From childhood to adulthood.

In the eyes of his clansmen, he is almost always polite and silent.

"Eat quickly."

Ning Qingxue sighed.

Very heartbroken.

This unfortunate and pitiful child.

Although Ning Changchen died at the hands of Ning Changan and Ning Que.

Ning Qingxue did not continue this hatred on Ning Tian.

The child is innocent after all.

What hatred do they have, and what choice do they have?

Push Ning Tian's favorite spicy fish in front of him.

Ning Qingxue smiled.

Indicated him to eat quickly.

"Hmph!"

Dissatisfied, a pig-like humming sounded.

Of course... Ning Denglong.

He hummed:

"Hmph!"

"Hmph!"

"Hmph ha hey!"

"Are you sick?"

Snap!

Ning Qingxue endured it for a few seconds.

At first, she could still pretend not to understand.

But seeing Ning Denglong still humming there.

Even he, who was good-tempered.

He couldn't help but frown!

Ning Denglong, who was observing the expression, immediately sat up straight and stopped humming!

But Ning Qingxue raised her hand but didn't stop.

She slapped Ning Denglong in the head.

"What are you humming about? I think you are a pig head who has eaten too much and turned into a pig head yourself!"

Ning Denglong, who was slapped.

He immediately became honest.

He was not angry.

Born optimistic, he tore off the first piece of the fattest pig leg.

His face was full of saliva.

He couldn't stop swallowing his saliva.

"It smells good!"

"It smells so good!"

"It smells so good that people are stamping their feet."

He put the pork leg in Ning Tian's bowl.

Ning Tian, ​​who was eating with his head down, looked up at him.

"I'm going to be inhaled by the storm, hehe, eat quickly, little nephew."

Puff!

It was just as he said.

After Ning Denglong tore off the pork leg, he began to eat crazily.

"Smelly boy, eat slowly!"

"You are so old, you are not afraid of embarrassment..."

"I'm full, you guys enjoy it slowly."

The delicious food in the past, now... tasteless.

Ning Tian stood up quickly.

He didn't want his family to see that he was different.

He kept his head down from beginning to end.

It was still raining outside.

Ning Tian left here.

Headed to the East Courtyard.

There, it used to be his home.

But the once bustling East Courtyard has become dead silent since the death of his father and uncle.

That kind of dead silence cannot conceal the rotten smell even if it is cleaned up neatly.

It is said that no matter how broken a house is, as long as there are people living in it.

Then it will have vitality.

Similarly, no matter how good a yard is, how long can it last if no one lives in it?

Since the incident four years ago.

Ning Tian returned here for the first time.

He didn't know who felt Ning Que's breath, or met Tang Yao, or was infected by Ning Denglong's family...

Maybe all of them.

A subconscious emotion brought him here.

So cold, so cold.

This kind of coldness from the heart...

Ning Tian entered it numbly.

The familiar courtyard has changed slightly from what he remembered.

That is the trace of time.

This place that was once full of warmth and happiness is now...

Empty.

"Mom..."

Ning Tian was crying.

He pushed open the kitchen door.

The miracle did not happen.

Every time he played carefree and tired, he could enjoy delicious food.

Was it the food that was delicious?

Or was it his mother'sWhere is the unreserved love?

"Father..."

Ning Tian walked into the study again.

There was still nothing.

There was only a depressing and dark atmosphere.

The father who always guided him to read with a serious face was gone.

...

Empty swings...

There will never be tug-of-war again...

The wooden horse toys covered with dust...

...

It's so cold, so cold.

That night, Ning Tian couldn't sleep.

He thought about a lot of things in his mind.

He didn't know what he was thinking.

He couldn't control himself, he was in pain.

But no one could share his worries.

There was a landslide and tsunami in the boy's heart.

But everything was calm outside.

His body was shaking a little.

Under the lightning.

What was illuminated was a pale face full of tears.

He was so desperate, he was so powerless.

This despair and powerlessness came from his past.

He didn't know what to do in the future.

But if you can't see the future, doesn't that mean you can see the future?

Revenge?

Kill Ning Que?

At first, he did think so, and hatred supported his life.

But gradually...

Although he still had hatred in his heart, he was more confused.

Even if he killed Ning Que, could his father, mother, and the home that trapped his happiness for a lifetime come back?

Kill Ning Que?

Perhaps compared to this, he wanted to ask him in person, why...

...

Tang Yao...

Lin Que...

Ning Denglong...

The memories of those who had died gradually disappeared in his mind.

Those memories that he once cherished, the memories that he was unwilling to let go of, have gradually gone away.

Whether he wanted to or not.

All he could remember in his mind were these people.

The next day.

Ning Tian got up very early.

Go to the academy with Ning Denglong.

No matter how high their cultivation was.

According to the clan rules set by Ning Changchen, as long as you are under the age of seventeen.

You must go to the academy to study.

"Second uncle is already a saint king."

"Xiaotian, wait a few years, when you and I become saint kings, we can go to Ning Changan and the others for revenge!"

Ning Denglong said bitterly.

"Huh?"

"Wood, why don't you speak?"

"Wood? You seem to be a little bit wrong, did something happen?"

"Wood..."

"You are annoying!"

Ning Tian coldly interrupted Ning Denglong's nagging.

Then he went to the academy alone.

He was avoiding, or afraid of something...

"What happened to him today?"

Ning Denglong touched his head in confusion.

Although Ning Tian has a strange temper.

But after years of getting along, he has long been accustomed to it.

But today's Ning Tian looks even weirder than in the past few days...

As soon as he entered the academy.

Ning Tian's eyes subconsciously looked around for something.

"Two conditions."