Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

Zhong Ying sat on the steps all morning and felt the bitterness of being hungry and cold. He felt that waiting so stupidly was either an idiot or a fool, so he smelled the aroma and went to the noodle shop of Mr. Gao in the west of the city. Fragrant Beef Noodles.

After eating, Zhong Ying habitually touched his sleeve, wanting to take out a handful of spirit beads from the universe in his sleeve.

Nothing in the sleeves...

It was only then that Zhong Ying realized that when he was 14 years old, it was impossible for him to learn such a profound technique as the universe in his sleeve.

As for the low-level monks of the Qi family, only the Patriarch of the Qi family has a low-level storage bag, and Zhong Ying naturally does not have a storage bag.

After suffering from hunger and cold, Zhong Ying once again experienced a sense of embarrassment.

In his previous life, after he left Qi's family, he was exiled in another country, and forcibly became a tyrant in the streets and alleys, and suffered a lot.But after he awakened his supernatural powers, he went straight to bigu, and there was never a lack of spiritual treasures in his hands...

The so-called transition from frugality to extravagance is easy, but from extravagance to frugality is difficult, Zhong Ying bit a wooden chopstick and pinched her empty pocket, feeling ashamed for a moment.

Uncle Gao was fishing for noodles in front of the stove, seeing the young master staring bitterly at the noodle soup, took a moment to ask, "Master Zhong, did you bring any money today?"

Zhong Ying: "..."

He touched the tip of his nose and coughed lightly.

"It's not a big deal." Uncle Gao smiled and lowered his head to continue his work, "You can eat as many bowls as you want, and you can put it on credit first, and I can go to Qi's mansion to pick it up when I am free."

"Ahem...thank you, sir."

Zhong Ying turned out of the noodle shop and walked around West Street, spending almost two hours trying all the delicacies on the street.

When he stepped out of the street where a persimmon tree was planted, Zhong Ying carried several boxes of desserts in his hand, all of which were on credit, and were given away by the shopkeeper intimidated by Zhong Ying's previous notoriety.

He has loved to eat all kinds of sweet pastries since he was a child, and he would buy a few boxes of them sneakily wherever he went. This preference and habit have never changed.

And the red bean mille-feuille cake in Fufeng City is very appetizing to him.

Zhong Ying held the oil paper bag with one hand, and pinched the pastry with the other hand, biting like a squirrel.

The thousand-layer cake is crispy and soft, and the red bean flavor is rich and attractive.

It's delicious!

When he walked to the street of Qi Mansion, Zhong Ying noticed that many people were walking in the direction of Qi Mansion.

And there was a large circle of people around the gate of Qi Mansion, rich and poor, high and low, men, women and children, talking a lot, looking like they were driven by curiosity to get closer, but they didn't dare to get close because of fear.

Zhong Ying stood in the corner, looking at the Qi family mansion.

It has been sunny these few days. On the way from West Street to here, the warm sun has dispelled some of the air-conditioning.However, the Qi family is too dark and evil, and it is actually colder than other places.

The frost and snow on the blue wall never melted, and the majestic stone lion was also listless. The vermilion gate was wide open, as if someone had entered, and the faint wind came out, making the ordinary people who watched the excitement stand up.

"Everyone in the Qi family is dead. It is said that they were bewitched by evil spirits."

"Master Qi is an immortal, so he is still afraid of small evil things?"

"Don't you believe me, I heard that everyone has turned into bones, this evil thing is too fierce, too terrifying, it's a crime."

"Fortunately, a Taoist priest came, I hope the Taoist priest can subdue Xie Chong."

A young boy's voiceless voice interjected: "Is that Taoist priest with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, a long sword behind his back, and a chicken feather on the top of his head?"

Different from the panic of others, this voice was exceptionally flat.

"It seems to be like this?" Someone replied hesitantly, and when he turned his head, he met a pair of twinkling eyes, "Zhong, Master Zhong..."

Zhong Ying had already bypassed the crowd and stood outside the vermilion gate, with a "click", the gate was pushed halfway open.

Just as Zhong Ying was about to step in, a cool breeze sent a voice from afar, resounding throughout Qi's residence: "Who's wild boy, why is he so ignorant, why don't you go back soon!"

The speaker's cultivation base is extremely advanced, so it's not deliberate, and the voice also contains a bit of greatness and mystery.

If it is an ordinary person, no matter if the other party is a coward or a fool, his legs will give up and he will walk away.

Zhong Ying didn't care, and said loudly: "I grew up in Qi's family."

A gust of wind blew in, blowing up Zhong Ying's long-haired robe.The man in the mansion obviously wanted to send Zhong Ying away directly, and he didn't want to hurt the lives of innocent people.

"My name is Zhong Ying."

"what?"

"I'm Zhong Ying!" Zhong Ying repeated with an emphasis.

"..."

A cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and a person was wrapped in the sword light, like a white crane landing, it stopped directly in front of Zhong Ying.

Before Zhong Yingshang had time to see the man's appearance clearly, his face was held up by someone, he touched his nose left, pinched his cheek right, pulled his hair up, knocked his chin down, even his eyelashes and eyebrows were almost pulled out a few times. root.

"It's all real, it's not like a fake...why, why did it look like this..."

With veins throbbing on Zhong Ying's forehead, he didn't care about "everything is good and filial piety is the first", and he directly gave an uppercut to the person who suspected that he was a cheap father.

The man was well-cultivated, and he was covered in copper skin and iron bones. After being punched like this, he didn't even have a red mark on his chin, but he stopped his movements and stared straight at the bracelet on Zhong Ying's left wrist.

Now, Zhong Ying finally saw the opponent's face clearly.

A baby face with a little baby fat, it looks like it is four or five years older than Zhong Ying, with long eyebrows slanted into a bun, eyes like stars, piercing.A crane feather as clean as ice and snow was inserted into the hair tied into a bun, which was the chicken feather that Zhong Ying was talking about.

"Yinglong bracelet?"

Zhong Ying: "..."

The baby-faced Taoist pursed his lips and smiled: "Can I touch the bracelet?"

"..." Zhong Ying was furious: "How long are you going to touch my face?"

"Oh." Babyface let go, and took a few steps back in a well-mannered manner.

Zhong Ying couldn't hold back his face, and when he was tidying up the slightly messy skirt, his baby face was so quick that he touched the bracelet and muttered: "It seems right."

Zhong Ying glared at him.

The baby-faced Taoist held his chin and said to himself: "Haizhu's son actually gave birth to a pair of eyes like that bastard's. It's really crooked, crooked..."

Zhong Ying: This is an old and disrespectful thing, can you stop poking him with a knife in front of his face?

"Forget it." The baby-faced Taoist sighed quietly, as if accepting the reality, looked at Zhong Ying in pain, his voice was inaudible, "I promised Haizhu that I will treat her son as my own son."

The two looked at each other for five full breaths.

Zhong Ying touched his forehead, trying to find Jingjing.

The baby-faced Taoist finally prepared himself up, looked at Zhong Ying "lovingly" as if looking at his own son, and showed a kind smile on his face.

Heart fluttering, Zhong Ying knew how crazy his cheap father was in his previous life, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

Before stepping out of the threshold, I heard the extremely disgusting address: "Son of the heart."

Zhong Ying runs away.

The baby-faced Taoist came behind Zhong Ying in one step, and like all the "loving fathers" in the world, he put his arms around the waist of his beloved son and the other hand around his buttocks, lifted him up, and turned around in front of the watching common people. Circle of happiness.

From the stone lion on the right, to the stone lion on the left.

He said beamingly: "My dear son, I am your father, Zhong Yue, the son of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi."

Zhong Ying was stunned.

Zhong Yue's smile continued: "I'm here to take you home. Come on, call me Daddy."

"..."

"Hey, read after me: Daddy~"

Zhong Ying: "Damn! Grandma!"

Are you the funny guy sent by the monkeys?

Zhong Ying's face was blue and red, and his emotional agitation was comparable to the "small waist" that hugged the Lord of the Twilight last night.

Zhong Yue is still loving: "Your mother's name is Hai Zhu, your grandma passed away a long time ago."

Zhong Ying's whole body was lifted, his legs were hanging in the air, and his face was dark and gloomy.After a long time, he stretched out his hand, but not to give Daddy an uppercut.

Five fingers gathered into a fist, only Yubai's middle finger raised up unhurriedly, Zhong Ying compared him with a beautiful middle finger.

And dubbed: "Idiot!"

"..."

Zhong Ying: "I'm already 14 years old."

Zhong Yue showed the embarrassment of his son going out to fool around, and he was a little at a loss.

Zhong Ying added: "You don't have to let me down!"

"Alas." Zhong Yue let out a long sigh, letting go of his darling son who had just met today.

As soon as Zhong Ying's feet hit the ground, he rushed straight into Qi's mansion.After a while, another arm stretched out from it, and pulled his cheap father into it.

"Bang!" The door slammed shut.

The remaining residents of Fufeng City looked at each other in blank dismay.After watching a farce, they didn't know whether to express the sorrow and fear of the Qi family being wiped out, or the joy and joy of witnessing Zhong Ying's "father and son recognize each other", so they could only sigh.

"Hey—" meaningful sighs followed one after another.

Zhong Ying pulled Zhong Yue and walked quickly in the Qi mansion, took a deep breath, and planned to get straight to the point: "Are you here to investigate the destruction of the Qi family?"

"I came to pick up my beloved son. I didn't expect the Qi family to become like this."

Zhong Ying ignored: "Have you found out the reason?"

"The investigation is almost complete." Zhong Yue regained a little seriousness, "It's a blood sacrifice sorcery, I can't make a mistake."

The two stopped at the altar in the lake last night, where the damage was the worst. When Zhong Ying went back to sleep last night, the place was almost in ruins.

Looking at it today, Zhong Ying found that even the ruins were gone, the lake was filled with earth and rocks, and a wooden stick was stuck on it, and a few large characters were written in ink on the stick: Qijia Family Tomb.

And in the gazebo next to it lay a sleeping man, who was the young master of the Qi family.

It's so simple and rude, you don't need to ask Zhong Ying to know that it is Zhong Yue's handwriting.

"I dug a big hole and filled them all in, so they can be buried in the ground." Zhong Yue clasped Zhong Ying's hand with both hands, "When I came here just now, I smelled your blood on the altar , so I searched the whole Qi family and found this kid in the small black room."

Zhong Yue pointed to Qi Shao in the gazebo: "He passed out."

"It's good fortune."

During this time, Qi Shao was punished in a dark room for a month, but became the only survivor of the Qi family.

"The Qi family should have told you that I will come to pick you up when you are 13 years old, right?" Zhong Yue scratched his hair, "Uh, I was trapped, and I was accidentally a year late, but you suffered so much. Great suffering..."

Zhong Yue easily deduced the truth, but he hesitated: "But I found your mother's relics."

When Zhong Ying was one year old, he was sent to Zhong Yue. In the same year, his parents disappeared in a desperate situation.

Zhong Yue sent Zhong Ying to Qi's house, firstly to avoid the limelight, and secondly because he had no time to take care of Zhong Ying.

Because Zhong Yue jumped into a desperate situation that made the world's eyes turn pale, and wanted to rescue his old friend.

That desperation trapped him for 13 years, and the world once thought he died inside.

——No appointment for a year, no wonder this cheap daddy.

Zhong Ying knew it in his heart, and murmured indifferently: "It's not a big deal. Is it my mother's thing?"

"Call me Daddy, I'll give it to you."

"Daddy." Zhong Ying gritted his teeth for these two words.

Although he was ashamed and angry, he didn't force it. After all, Zhong Ying had already called Zhong Yue's father, even though Zhong Yue looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy-faced Taoist priest.

"Yeah." Zhong Yue's face blossomed into a smile, vaguely feeling the pleasure of a rival in love calling him daddy, "I thought you didn't believe me, or hated me."

Zhong Ying reached out to ask for it.

Zhong Yue was stunned for a moment, then took out from his bosom for a long time, and handed out the same cold object with extreme reluctance.

"You can let go!"

Zhong Yue retracted his hands in pain.

Zhong Yingzhen picked it up carefully, and in the palm of her hand was a pair of silver earrings.

The earrings are in the shape of a ring with bright moons and auspicious clouds carved on them, simple and elegant.

The Yinglong bracelet and the earrings worn by his mother were finally all returned to him.

Zhong Ying raised his hand to brush away the black hair on his sideburns, and immediately pierced both earlobes with silver needles, blood beads were still bubbling, Zhong Ying put on the earrings as if he was not afraid of the pain.

"You actually wear your mother's earrings?!" Zhong Yue was surprised at first, and then lamented, "Come on, I'll never go back."

Zhong Ying tilted his head: "So what if I want to go back, my mother married my father a long time ago."

This time it was Zhong Yue's turn to be stabbed in the heart.

"If I were you, I wouldn't look for the other's son eagerly."

"I promised Haizhu." Zhong Yue raised his chin, "I've always kept promises!"

"I will definitely treat you as my darling son."