Immortal Voices

Beyond the fire in the sky, among the corpses on the ground, Rong Yu's blue robe had been stained brown with blood and blood. He looked at the children with wide eyes and resentful eyes, and looked slightly stunned.

"Young Master?" The people around said anxiously.

Rong Yu returned to God and saw a familiar figure suddenly appearing around him.

He called slumpedly: "Uncle Xiang."

Zuo Hufa smiled when he heard this title. He was a demon, and he had no phase without him, so his name was Wuxiang.

"You look bad, don't you adapt?" Zuo Hufa glanced at the corpse around his eyes, his eyes asked softly against the raging fire in front of him.

Although Rong Yu grew up in Wuxinya from a young age, he rarely gets his hands on his own because of his status.

He was very young and had little knowledge. He was only a child. He did not expect that Hanxi would send him to do such a killing.

Rong Yu heard his questioning for a moment, and murmured softly: "I have no choice whether it suits or not, isn't it? Whether it is Master or Lord Hanxi, they will not give up revenge. And I My identity and location also determine what I do and what I can do. "

He sniffed the flesh in the air, wondering what to say.

In front of him, a faint figure fluttered gently, but strangely no one saw it.

Led by cause and effect, Rong Xian looked intently at the fire in front of her, but nothing was reflected in her eyes. She could not even feel the temperature of the flame.

Under this scorched earth, her enemies are buried. She is still alive, they are all dead, and she wins!

The corners of Rong Xian's mouth are getting deeper and deeper, and the smile is getting bigger and bigger, full of understanding of hatred and joy, but this scene is not seen.

Zuo Hufa stands side by side with Rong Yu. He seems to be able to see through Rong Yu's thoughts and calmly says, "If you don't know what to say, say what you want to say."

Rong Yu reached out and touched the fire, feeling the scorching temperature, and her eyes were full of sorrow: "My mother never wanted to kill me all the time since she was born. That is my dearest person, but she looked at me. It's like looking at a disgusting thing and can't wait to get rid of it. "

As his words came out, Rong Xian's attention fell on him.

Rong Yu didn't know that he was not a child of Lou Hanxi. Rong Xian told him everything, except that he concealed it.

Or in Rong Xian's mind, this is not a thing at all.

Since Rong Xian took Rong Yu, who was still a baby, from the dying state of ice and snow, to continue his vitality, to replace him with the blood of Rong's blood, and to give him superior strength and status, Rong Yu's identity can only It's one-Lou Hanxi's parent-child.

He must not only bear the grudges of the Rong clan, but also bear the responsibility of being a son-in-law, which is the price he should pay.

For Rong Xian, this is an equivalent exchange and cannot be rejected.

Rong Yu's voice paused for a moment, and seemed to be thinking about how to express: "My Master has always blessed me, giving me honor and status, and giving me wealth and strength. But I know that she is only for the continuation of the family. She looks at my eyes I never covered it, there was no emotion in those eyes, and the cold made me chill. "

Rong Yu murmured: "She told me everything when I was just sensible, and nothing was concealed. The bloodstained history was spread out in front of me so unobstructed, and then it was up to me to choose. The responsibility of each life is to die. "

"That's your life, it's something you should have survived." Rong Xian said mercilessly, although no one could hear.

She admits that she is overbearing and that she is selfish.

But how can that be, she has that strength to control everything she wants to control.

If one day, Rong Yu is stronger than her, then Rong Yu will be qualified to talk to her about the conditions.

Rong Yu looked at the monk who was calm and looked a bit dusty, and said in a dark tone: "The Master is terrible and rational, my mother is cruel and ruthless, but I know they are not born that way."

Under his feet was the warm blood of the children, but his expression did not move. "Everything is because of these people who died tonight, they, their relatives and friends, their elders ..."

He hooked his lips and said maliciously, "Because of them, I was born guilty."

"Yes, it's because of them that you were born to sin. Now it's up to you to use those people's lives for a new life. Rong Yu, you are a child of my Rong family, growing up in hatred and blood, can only live up to this name. "Rong Xian's voice is low and dumb, dark like the dark clouds in the rainy days.

Rong Xian knew that no one else could hear her, but she still spoke it out. No one knew whether it was to her or Rong Yu.

Born to sin?

As soon as these four words came out, the left guardian's look flickered, and I turned the beads in my hand, looked at Rong Yu holy and compassionately, and said the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

His posture is like a cloud flowing nine days away, unattainable and unstained, but those eyes with deep sadness and affection are like pulling the Buddha of Bliss Pure Land into the earth.

He murmured to himself: "In the past, because of the effects of this life, the sins of this life are just to repay the karma debts of the previous life, but this cause and effect repays, the poor monk cannot see through after all."

"I don't know if it was a karma debt of the previous life. I only know that with their blood, I can wash away the sin on me." Rong Yu looked back.

All the expressions on his face disappeared, his pupils were as dark as ink but there was a storm that shattered everything, and the corner of his mouth strangely raised a joyful arc: "So killing them, I am not uncomfortable, but very happy, I am Glad to be able to end them with my own hands, and to unveil the once-worrying past. "

He looked at the bright sky of the East, exulting, "I can't wait to welcome the new life."

"Congratulations." Rong Xian's voice contained no emotion and was too clean and indifferent.

No one stood behind Rong Yu and watched a ray of light illuminate the darkness.

I don't know that Rong Yu doesn't need him to say anything. Like his stubborn mother and indifferent aunt, he can't change what he thinks.

All he needed was silent companionship, just like he had ever been.

After Rong Yu told his many years of heart-feeling, he recovered his youthful and lively temper. His eyes were curved like Rong Xian, apparently warm, but his bones were cold and could freeze human blood: "Thank you Uncle Xiang for listening to me."

The hand that moved the stag was stagnant, and the holy temperament was instantly transformed. Zuo Hufa smiled, and did not contain malicious mockery and said, "You also know that you have slapped the boy."

Rong Yu scratched his cheek. This action gave him a two-pointed attitude.