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Wangcai looked at the carriage that was drifting away, but finally failed to catch up.

A Biao patted him on the shoulder, "Master, I think Mr. Qian will come back after finishing his work. You can follow me first. I will take you to meet someone."

"En." Wangcai nodded, feeling a little lost in his heart. If he could be stronger and smarter, wouldn't he trust himself more?

Wangcai silently followed behind A Biao. He didn't know who the person A Biao was talking about, but it didn't matter who that person was, because he didn't care, did he?

What Ling Wangcai didn't expect was that A Biao took him to a mountain villa.Wangcai never thought that in such an inconspicuous hill, there is such a dark green villa that is very close to the color of the leaves. If he is not a frequent visitor, he should never know the existence of this villa.Such a secret, could it be that there is some mysterious person living in it?

"Let's go." A Biao turned around, and seeing Wangcai's stunned look, he couldn't help but find it funny. Although the young master's look is very different from that before he lost his memory, his innocent look is even older than his age. Comparably, in comparison, Wangcai is only a young man in his early twenties, and such a burden is really too heavy for him.

"Oh." Wangcai nodded foolishly, followed behind A Biao, and walked into the villa.

After entering the villa, I realized that this villa is really beautiful!It's like a place for a secluded person to live in. It's simple, but not crude. It's low-key, but it exudes a sense of elegance.The faint fragrance of lotus in the pool calms down the nervous and impetuous mood all at once.

"Who lives in this place?" Such a scene made Wangcai want to stay a little longer, so he stopped and asked the person in front of him.

Unexpectedly, A Biao just smiled mysteriously, and said to Wangcai, "You will know when you go. Let's go, he must really want to see you."

He wants to see me?Wangcai couldn't help but find it funny, he had already lost his memory, but suddenly so many people came out and said they wanted to see him, it was really funny, so what if they saw him?Except for his deceased mother, he has no special impression of the people around him.

Although he thought so, Wangcai continued to follow A Biao.After turning around the seven or eight corridors, A Biao finally stopped in front of a room door.

The door was closed tightly, and the people inside could hardly see the situation outside, but A Biao still knelt down with a face of respect, and said, "My lord, I have brought the young master here."

"Really?" A hoarse voice came from inside, probably because of being too excited, the voice was still trembling, and it sounded extremely harsh, "Quick, bring him in!"

"Yes, my lord." Knowing that the people inside couldn't be seen, A Biao still nodded respectfully towards the door, then stood up and pushed the door open, "Master, let's go in."

When Wangcai followed A Biao in, a strong smell of medicine came to his nostrils, which made him sneezed twice.

"Qian'er, come here, come here..." The trembling and hoarse voice came from the direction on the right, Wangcai turned his head sideways, and saw a middle-aged man who seemed to be very weak lying on the bed, Stretching out a withered arm like an old tree branch, he summoned himself. The pale and gloomy face reminded Wangcai of a corpse. This middle-aged man seemed to be about to die.And beside him, there were still two middle-aged men standing. Although the two men's expressions were very calm, Wangcai could clearly feel their eyes glowing the moment they saw him.

"Young Master, come here quickly..." A Biao also stood beside the middle-aged man on the bed at some point, and after nodding to him, he also smiled and called Wang Cai over.

This is... what scene?

With question marks all over his head, Wangcai walked to the middle-aged man's bed.

"Master, quickly kneel down to the lord." The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi standing on the left side of the bed said.

"Kneel down?" Hearing the middle-aged man say that, Wangcai couldn't help but widen his eyes. Why did he kneel down to a strange man?

"Kneel down, young master, he is your father."

What A Biao said made Wangcai stunned even more. Wasn't his father that Wang Tianyang?Why did he suddenly become the man lying on the bed in front of him?Moreover, judging by his appearance, it seemed that he was really going to die soon.However, if you take a closer look, this person seems to be somewhat similar to me...

"Qian'er, my child...cough cough cough...it's useless for me to be a father..." The pale-faced middle-aged man looked at Wangcai, and hot tears slowly fell from his cloudy eyes .

why?

Why did I feel so uncomfortable when I saw this man suffering? Wangcai beat his left chest, hoping to make him feel better.

"My lord..." The man in white at the side immediately took out his handkerchief to wipe away the tears of the man on the bed.

"Master, this matter is a long story..." A Biao sighed, looked at Wangcai who was still there in a daze, and then explained, "Master, in fact, your real name is not Wang Qian. It's called Wang Ziqian. This person in front of you is indeed your biological father. Is he originally the lord of Xuanyue City——Wang Feiye. And that Wang Tianyang...not only is not your father, he still turned the lord into what he is now , killed Madam, and took away the entire Xuanyue City!"

"What did you say?" The closer it was to the truth, the more unacceptable it was. Wangcai took two steps back, and then looked at the man on the bed motionless.

"Qian'er, come here, daddy knows it's hard for you to believe all of this, but it's all true...it's me, I can't protect you and your mother..." Wang Feiye's eyes were red again , unable to hug his wife and children, and even unable to keep the Yaori City left by his ancestors, is the eternal pain in Wang Feiye's heart.

"You...really my father?"

Wangcai didn't know why he would ask such a stupid thing, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the words came out of his mouth automatically.

"Stupid boy..." Wang Feiye struggled to lift his dead branch-like hand. As if Wangcai knew what he wanted to do, he naturally grabbed his hand and pressed it against his face. It was very cold and had a strong smell of medicine, but when that hand was placed on his face, Wangcai felt a peace of mind he had never felt before.

Seeing such a scene, the other people all showed a faint smile at the corners of their mouths, walked out gently, and closed the door, leaving only the father and son who hadn't seen each other for more than ten years to have a good communication.