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"Do you know when the young master was disappointed for the first time? It was the Qingfeng Mountain battle. In order to save you, he caused serious injuries to others and was sentenced to three hundred lashes. Free activities, and when you see him, there is no greeting."

Li Yuan wore a silver dragon mask on his face, looked at him coldly, and spoke calmly.

"What, is this the reason for beating me three hundred lashes? I don't know."

Shen Yuexiu was taken aback, it turned out that after Qingfengshan fell into a coma, it was the Eldest Young Master who rescued him back.

How painful it must be to bear three hundred lashes at that age.

"Your focus is three hundred lashes." Li Yuan's eyes turned cold, his voice was sharp, he looked directly at Shen Yuexiu, as if he wanted to give him another three thousand lashes.

Shen Yuexiu was stunned for a moment, leaned back, and said in her heart, "This look is so familiar"...

"My...the point should be..." Shen Yuexiu thought seriously, at that time he was in a coma and didn't know anything, it wasn't that he didn't want to look at him on purpose, is that the point.

Looking into his eyes, Shen Yuexiu dared not speak, for fear of making a mistake.

"Reason, excuse, I don't want to hear it, apology." Li Yuan said every word in one go, with a faint command tone that could not be resisted.

"I'm sorry." Shen Yuexiu said those three words out of nowhere.

Li Yuan said nothing, pointed to the book on the table, withdrew his hand, turned around, and stepped out, intending to leave.

"Aren't you going to accompany me?" Shen Yuexiu looked at his back and leaned forward.

Li Yuan paused for a moment, turned sideways slightly, without showing his face, and said, "Look for the young master."

Shen Yuexiu stared at his back, and when he raised his foot to show signs of leaving, suddenly, his lips slightly parted: "Brother, do you want me to call you that?"

The voice was not loud, but clear to the ear, he didn't use interrogative sentences, his pupils trembled slightly, and there were tears, and he stared at him;

"Don't cry." There was a hint of sternness in Li Yuan's voice, leaving such a sentence, he left quickly and disappeared in Shen Yuexiu's eyes.

Shen Yuexiu withdrew her gaze, remained silent, touched her eyes, opened the book, and read it carefully.

In the early morning of the next day, the sun still hugged the pipa and half covered the face, looming, and there were still crystal clear drops of water hanging on the grass and trees.

The Patriarch of Shen Me's Mansion has been squatting beside the Eldest Young Master all night.

The young master was lying on the grass, felt his fingers, moved them twice, then fluttered his long eyelashes, and opened his narrow and indifferent eyes.

It was his father who caught his eyes. He had no expression on his face and sneered. Feeling his heart beating, his expression slowly cooled down.

He put his hand on his chest and said weakly and coldly: "This is not my heart."

"This is the heart of my father. My father hopes that you can love yourself with this heart that loves you." Mansion Master Shen Mo reached out to his chest, and then retracted it, with concern in his eyes.

The young master was slightly startled, and looked at the gentle man in front of him, with the same appearance but different temperament. Is this his father's true face, or is it a disguise, or is it a fake.

However, it doesn't make sense right now.

Maybe this was the ideal father, but now, he no longer needs it, he doesn't care anymore.

He hates him, can't say that.

What he hates is Shen Mo's mansion. To him, the master of Shen Mo's mansion is just a stranger who makes him more and more indifferent.

Immediately, with a blank face, he said coldly, "Father? You're so embarrassed to call yourself that." There was sarcasm in his tone.

"If you don't like it, I won't call myself like that, and I know I'm not worthy." Palace Master Shen Mo didn't have a trace of arrogance in the past, his voice was gentle, and there was a trace of humbleness in his tone.

He spoke carefully, looking at his son's face.

Patriarch Shen Mo persuaded his father by himself when he was only eight years old. At the age of 15, he began to draw up a plan to cultivate another self with his heart and soul, so that he could move easily.

But his ability is not enough, the timing is immature, so he can only make long-term plans and place his hopes on his descendants. From the very beginning, he put his hopes on his second son, Shen Yuexiu, and neglected his eldest son.

He even deliberately oppressed the eldest son, and considered letting their brothers kill each other to consume Shen Mofu's decision.

"I don't know how to love a long time ago, since you forced my beloved to death." The young master's voice was cold, his eyes were lowered, his eyes were indifferent and distant, with a touch of disgust.

It was the second year of the Qingfeng Mountain incident. He traveled around the world in a depressed mood and met a girl who was gentle and always had a smile on her face, and knew and loved herself.

It was a carefree and happy time.

After getting along for half a year, he secretly brought the girl back to meet his father, hoping that he could fulfill himself.

His father objected coldly and sternly, and educated him, asking him to read the relevant regulations of Shen Mofu.

In the end, he still wanted to discuss, but he was slapped heavily.

He secretly searched for the offenders in Shen Mo's mansion, showed it to the mansion master, and begged him to take a look online.

That night, he was beaten by the mansion master himself and gave him more than a dozen lashes, saying that he is a direct descendant of Shen Mo's mansion and he should lead by example.Also, nothing can be said about the forbidden person.

So he made an extremely rebellious decision, which was to elope.

Half a month later, the girl committed suicide, and he knew that he couldn't get rid of his father.

All thoughts were lost in his heart, and he decided to destroy Shen Mo's mansion.

Palace Master Shen Me was silent for a moment, and said, "You know that girl was transformed by a demon."

The young master sat up halfway, his heart felt hot, and his voice was cold, "So what."

Patriarch Shen Mo was afraid that he would not be able to adapt to his heart, so he stretched out his hand to caress him, but withdrew it again.

"That demon is inseparable from Li Yuan beside you."

"It turns out that you can live without a heart. After finishing speaking, you can leave. I don't want to talk to dead people."

The young master stood up, took two steps back, and kept a distance from him.

Patriarch Shen Me also stood up, looked at him blankly for a while, squirmed his lips, and nodded slightly: "Take care, there will be no future."

After finishing speaking, Patriarch Shen Mo turned around slowly, and walked slowly, although he was in his prime, but his speed was like an old man faltering at the same time.

The young master looked at his back, raised his hand, stretched it towards him a little, then retracted sideways.

After a second or two, he turned back, looked at the back figure in front of him, stretched his hand forward again, squirmed his lips, and said nothing.

The wind sent the tears from the corners of his eyes to the young master's hands. They were wet and hot, very scalding, just like his heart at the moment, hot and excited.

Finally, he closed his eyes, turned around, and stopped looking at him, only to feel that the people behind him were getting farther and farther away, and a gap made it impossible for them to see each other again.