May I ask who's calling?

When Weng Jie arrived, the sacrificial Zhao Xiaoyu was no longer human, but luckily he was still alive.

Weng Jie looked at Wen Songfeng who was still making sacrifices, the veins on his forehead stood up, and he rushed forward without saying a word. The strength of the peak out of the body broke out completely, destroying the sacrifice formation in an instant, and went in to help Zhao Xiaoyu, Turning his head and scolding that person by name: "Wen Songfeng! Are you crazy?"

When he saw Xiaoyu's appearance clearly, he said angrily and distressedly in his own boyish voice: "Are you an idiot? You just want to please one person, and you have to go to such a degree that you don't want your life? No Is it just a father? If he doesn't recognize you, I will! I will be your father from now on!"

Zhao Xiaoyu, whose pupils were already burned, burst into tears after hearing these words.

Even though it seemed funny for a kid who looked like he was 12 to say something like that to another kid who was a few years older than him, no one in there thought it was funny.

Wen Songfeng, who was repelled, staggered back a few steps with a pale face. He couldn't believe that Weng Hao, whose cultivation base was two realms lower than his own, interrupted his spellcasting process like this.

He first glanced blankly at Wen Qing's body on the other side, who was motionless, and after yelling several times in the past without seeing any response, he grabbed his eldest son's cold hand and knelt down crying.

After a while, he seemed to wake up, but Weng Ji felt that he was even crazier.

He stood up and summoned his natal sword, pointed at Weng Ji in front of him and said coldly: "Weng Ji, you are presumptuous, do you know that you are disrespecting the deity?"

Although Weng Ji had never been convinced by Wen Songfeng before, he would never openly contradict the leader of Yizhou. However, since the leader left the customs, he has treated Zhao Xiaoyu, his own son, more and more. The head of the sect didn't look pleasing to the eye, he thought that he hadn't signed a contract of sale with Qingyun sect anyway, so he could leave at will, so he cursed on the spot without much scruples.

"Fuck, Wen Songfeng, you are considered a bullshit head of the sect now, and you don't think about it yourself. If Xiaoyu is dead now, and your other son has not been rescued, I guarantee that tomorrow the Qingyun sect will Believe it or not? There must be a limit to your insanity. How many times did you go mad at our little fish, thinking you were a child who hadn’t grown up, arguing for your mother to drink milk? Yes, your son died It's very pitiful and miserable, but have you ever thought about how pitiful and innocent Xiaoyu is? Your eldest son Wenqing is dead, don't you know that people can't be resurrected after death? Besides, even if they can really live, Why do you want to exchange Xiaoyu's life for his? Just because of the night you contributed to Xiaoyu's birth? Or the 15 years before that you only cared about giving birth?"

Wen Songfeng was so angry that he had shortness of breath on the spot, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a word of rebuttal.

Weng Ji wanted to curse a few more words to vent his anger, but Zhao Xiaoyu grabbed his hand and motioned him not to say any more.

Weng Ji couldn't bear to look at Zhao Xiaoyu, his eye circles were red with naked eyes, he turned his head and shouted at the man with the sword in his hand: "Wen Songfeng! Do you dare to look at him? Look! How has he been tortured by you? He is also your son! Don't you have a heart?"

"My son only has Wen..." Halfway through his speech, his eyes finally focused on Zhao Xiaoyu. The last word I uttered came out of my mouth out of inertia, "...Qing."

Zhao Xiaoyu heard it clearly.

Weng Jie took Zhao Xiaoyu and left angrily, leaving only one sentence: "One day you will regret it!"

When the people left, the sword in Wen Songfeng's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his eyes were blank for a long time before he finally walked back to the body of his eldest son and asked, "Am I wrong?"

The great elder who had been standing by and watching came out and sighed: "Since it didn't work out, let's stop this matter. If Wenqing is alive, he is definitely not willing to give up other people's lives in exchange for his own, let alone that person It's my own brother."

Wen Songfeng was silent for a long time, and suddenly said decisively to the Great Elder: "Sacrifice me!"

The Great Elder's eyes widened: "I think you are really crazy! Not to mention that I don't know if this formation will work, and besides, you forgot to kill Wen Qing. Maybe there is still a murderer behind the scenes who hasn't been found yet? "

Wen Songfeng didn't speak, and the elder knew that he was still stubborn, so he ruthlessly pierced his fantasy: "Just now someone came to report that the resurrected person only lived for less than two hours. Wake up , People cannot be resurrected after death, this is the way of heaven.”

The Great Elder was also a bystander in this matter.In fact, isn't he the kind of person who is willing to sacrifice Xiaoyu to bring Wen Qing back to life?It's just that there is really no hope.

Desperation and sorrow appeared on Wen Songfeng's face, and he let out a long sigh, feeling so weak that his bones seemed to have been pulled out.

"Songfeng, let's have another child. If the talent is not bad, it should be possible to train him for decades..."

Thinking of Zhao Xiaoyu's appearance just now, Wen Songfeng felt a little strange in his heart: "Forget it..."

Did he know it was too late, or his conscience gave birth to a trace of guilt.he does not know.

……

After Weng Jie took Xiaoyu back, he went around looking for someone to treat him. Originally, he thought that he would be troubled if he confronted the head of the sect head-on, and he was even prepared to deal with it.

But what he didn't expect was that no one came to trouble him all the time, and gradually he forgot about it and concentrated on treating Xiaoyu.

Zhao Xiaoyu seemed to have suffered quite a blow, and his whole body was lifeless. Weng Ji could find a way to restore his body, but he couldn't heal his heart.

Worrying for several days, with a lot of hair falling out, he suddenly thought of someone, and immediately ran to Zhao Xiaoyu's window: "Do you want to know how Li Sufeng is doing now?"

Sure enough, Zhao Xiaoyu reacted, the light in his eyes lit up, and soon dimmed again. When he spoke, his voice sounded like it was leaking: "The way I am now, I am not worthy to see him."

Weng Jie laughed when he heard the words: "No, no, no, you don't know, his current appearance and your current appearance are a perfect match. I'll let you see his current appearance, and I'm sure you won't feel inferior at all. "

As he spoke, he took out a bronze mirror, slid and operated it for a while, and someone in the bronze mirror spoke, and Weng Jin communicated with the opposite party in a few words.

Zhao Xiaoyu noticed that the person speaking to him seemed to be the guardian of Li Fufeng's mortal calamity, and his heart suddenly became nervous. He sat up from the bed with difficulty, and his eyes were looking at the mirror in Weng Jin's hand for a moment.

Seeing that he was about to die just now, Weng Jie immediately froze when he heard Li Sufeng, and suddenly couldn't help laughing out loud, reaching out and handing the mirror in front of Zhao Xiaoyu: "Okay, okay, look Bar."

Zhao Xiaoyu stared at the center of the screen for a long time, and Weng Jian noticed the down-and-out ugly monster inside, and was speechless with disgust, thinking that Li Sufeng was really cruel to him.

He felt that Zhao Xiaoyu would not believe that this person was Li Sufeng at first, but just as he was about to explain, he heard Zhao Xiaoyu say, "It's really him."

"No way, you can recognize this? You never thought about it, what if I lied to you?"

Zhao Xiaoyu smiled resolutely, looked at the human being in the mirror and said: "It's him, I can recognize him, even though he looks exactly the same as other ordinary people, but some habits engraved in his bones have not changed. Look at him The movements of the chopsticks are so elegant and extravagant, unique."

Weng Li looked carefully, but saw nothing.I wonder if Xiaoyu's filter is too thick.

Soon he lost interest in looking at the ugly monster Li Sufeng, and went out to prepare medicine for Xiaoyu's wounds. When he returned, he saw Zhao Xiaoyu anxiously trying to get out of the hospital bed, so he went over to stop him immediately He stared at him: "What are you doing? You don't want this broken body anymore?"

Zhao Xiaoyu said: "There is something wrong with him, he must never be like that again! I'm going to help him!"

Weng Jie frowned and said, "Du Jie is like this, otherwise why is it called Du Jie? Don't you have to suffer? Besides, I have told you before that this kind of robbery usually does not allow others to intervene."

"You said it's normal, but he looks unusual now. I don't want to see him suffer, I just think that even if he has to suffer, it should never be like that! I can't see it for a short time. Just saw his hope shattered once with his own eyes, so how much did he have to go through before that?"

Weng Ji didn't take it seriously and said: "You still don't want to see him endure hardships. The authorities are obsessed with it. You have to understand that suffering is also for his own good."

Zhao Xiaoyu shook his head vigorously, frowning tightly, and said with a flustered but firm tone: "No, you have never experienced real despair. If you have been suffering from torture in your life, and you still can't see any hope... you will. Something big happened."

For a moment just now, Li Sufeng raised his head and looked at the sky, his gaze was just in the direction Xiaoyu was staring at.

Zhao Xiaoyu saw his eyes clearly, but there was nothing inside.

Others may just think that this person is in a daze, but Zhao Xiaoyu knows that is - the look in his eyes that doesn't want to live anymore.

Zhao Xiaoyu asked: "Is it true that I died after crossing the mundane robbery?"

Weng Ji nodded strangely: "Yes, everyone has only one life, and the mundane kalpa is not reincarnation, and essentially uses the real body, but suppresses the cultivation base."

Zhao Xiaoyu lost the last bit of hesitation, grabbed Weng Jin's hand and said: "I must go! Please help me, Li Sufeng will never go on like this, he will have an accident! Believe me! "

Weng Ji looked at him suspiciously: "You know, this is not allowed, and if something like this happens, the guardian master is not a vegetarian, how could he not see it?"

Zhao Xiaoyu was in a hurry: "But he just didn't see it, come and see him, don't you see it, he is about to lose his will to live! How can people suffer so many and so painful blows? "

"I think you underestimated him too much..." Before Weng Ji finished speaking, Zhao Xiaoyu's lips and hands trembled.

"You believe in me... really want to help him, otherwise he will really have an accident, I am willing to do whatever I do, I just beg you to help me, Weng Ji..."

It was hard not to be moved by his sad look.

"...Okay," Weng Ji looked at him, and said, "you are my son now, and I will help you if I don't. Anyway, it's just a mundane robbery, so it's not a big deal. But I have the conditions. Let me make it clear to you first, you can go to him with your memory, but you must not reveal your identity as a cultivator, and you must not use any mana to help him. If you want to go to him, you can only be an ordinary person. Guardian I'll help you get it done over there."

"it is good!"

Zhao Xiaoyu agreed without hesitation.

"Call Dad to listen?"

"..."

"I regret it, I really regret it!"

"……father."

"Hey!" Weng Ji's 12-year-old face showed a satisfied smile.