After listening to Jiang Nanjun's story about the past of Wuquemen, the Son of Heaven looked like a dead man. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ling Xuanluo had been watching him closely, and when he was almost unable to hold on, he had already walked over and stretched out his hand to hold him.

Although Jiang Nanjun expected him to be sad, he didn't expect him to react so strongly, and it was only then that he suddenly realized that he didn't know anything about these tragic past events that happened in his mother's family.

He thought about it again, and felt that the ruthlessness was kept in the dark, so it really made sense: his mother Yuxiu died early when he was young, and I am afraid that the only insider who stayed by his side was Nanfeng. How could this treacherous demon not confess to himself, and shake out all the sins he had committed, so that the caracal and him would turn against him? I am afraid that over the years, he has tried every means to cover it up.

But it's a pity that before Nangong Wo's death, his thinking was too restrained and conservative, for fear that his youngest daughter, who was far away in Mobei, would also be implicated in this incident and be poisoned by Nanfeng, so he didn't tell her the truth truthfully, so that after he died unjustly, no one mentioned why Wuquemen was destroyed.

The caracal calmed down, signaled to Ling Xuanluo that he was okay, and asked him to go back and sit down.

He tried to clear his chaotic brain to clear his thoughts, but he drifted in front of him, the blue peacock that appeared in the bronze mirror from time to time.

The mad python didn't know that he was not his own, so he naturally treated his son as a python demon. From the image in the bronze mirror, he guessed which demon clan he belonged to, and to this day, he was confirmed from Jiang Nanjun's mouth.

Although he also has the blood of the South Wind Deer Demon on his body, it is obvious that the whole blood of the Peacock Demon has been inherited from his grandfather Nangong Wo.

He sat in a trance, Jiang Nanjun and Ling Xuanluo couldn't bear to disturb him. Not far away, there was the laughter of the little flea and the bamboo star, and the two of them were so carefree that people envied.

Time passed, and the caracal suddenly woke up from his contemplation, and then realized that he had ignored the two people sitting next to him, so he apologized and spoke his thoughts.

"Before my mother died, she told me something about her family. At that time, I learned that I was actually the grandson of Nangong Wo, the once famous head of the Yunnan Wuque Sect. At that time, my aunt was unable to save my mother and child due to difficult childbirth, and my grandfather was so sad that he disbanded the sect within two days, and finally died in an old friend's house. After the dissolution of the Wuque Gate, Elder Nanfeng was impoverished and didn't know where to go, so he came to beg his mother. He cried for the death of my grandfather and aunt, his eyes were red and swollen, and he was pitiful. His mother was already grief-stricken, and seeing that he was so loyal, she couldn't bear to drive him away, so she had to ask her father to take him in. But whenever her mother asked about the details of her father and sister's death, Nanfeng's words flickered, using the same words: My aunt died in childbirth, the child was stillborn, and my grandfather couldn't stand the blow and died suddenly after the old friend's old illness recurred, so Wuquemen was disbanded. ”

Jiang Nanjun couldn't help sneering and asked, "Could it be that Mrs. Python King has never suspected that these statements are untrue?"

Mother wanted to return to Yunnan many times to check the ruins of Wuque Gate, and even her father supported her in doing so. Before she left, Nanfeng suggested that her father send a wide range of people to do some research first. But all the people who found it back said the same as the south wind. The mother was in weak health, and Nanfeng repeatedly said with these reasons, saying that Yunnan was far away, so don't do this useless act, and the father saw that the investigation was fruitless, and no longer supported the mother to go back, so the matter was stopped. ”

(To be continued.) )