"When did I stop believing my word!?"

"When I was a child, I often didn't see you, once you promised to take me to Chang'an City, I packed my things, but I couldn't find you anywhere, my mother told me that you were gone! So from that time on, I don't believe in you anymore! Yan Ci's cold and deep wolf eyes suddenly flashed with tears of resentment.

Feng Tiange's expression suddenly sank, and he couldn't say a word in the face of Yan Ci.

"My mother always told me that my father is a hero, a chivalrous man who hoes the strong and helps the weak and fights with swords in Kyushu. I've adored you since I was a kid, and I swear to be like you. ”

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place. Yan Ci said as he spoke, tears flowed uncontrollably.

He couldn't even say a word.

Because he remembered that when he was thirteen years old, he saw his father kneeling on the execution table, with a terrifying tattoo on his right cheek, which was the mark of the Sun Moon Altar, the most vicious demon cultivation organization at that time, even if the Sun Moon Altar had been wiped out by the Forbidden Palace, but that mark was like an imprint on his soul, and it would not be erased for the rest of his life. And the people cursed him with the most vicious words, and he did not die well. He saw someone with a whip full of thorns and smacking him his face.

At that time, Yan Ci didn't understand anything, only knew that his father was bullied, and he wanted to go up to protect his father. He hugged Feng Tiange, and the whip whipped him hard.

At that time, Feng Tiange didn't want him to know anything, so he scolded him and let him go. Yan Ci said that he didn't want to go, he couldn't watch others bully him.

"You're his son? Do you know that your father is a demon cultivator and a Feng Tiange! ”

At that time, Yan Ci knew that his father was not called Yan Nineteen, but Feng Tiange.

It is a demon cultivator who does all kinds of evil and lives by sucking the essence and blood of living people.

Yan Ci felt that the mountain in his heart had collapsed.

Later, everyone knew that he was the son of a demon cultivator, and his friends threw stones at him, bullied him, and humiliated him. His mother would be scolded when she walked down the street, so she had to cover his ears to prevent him from hearing the foul language.

As a last resort, he left the village with his parents.

When he was fifteen years old, he originally wanted to join the sect with his excellent qualifications and rank, but after careful investigation by all the sects, no sect was willing to take him in, because he was Feng Tiange's son.

Later, more and more enemies found Feng Tiange, and no matter where they went, they would be found. His mother lived in fear all day long, washing her face with tears, and losing her heart. She begged Feng Tiange's brother-in-law, and the brute injured Yan Ci and defiled his mother's body in front of him. In the end, the mother was humiliated and committed suicide by hanging herself.

Yan Ci looked at him and roared, "When my mother was defiled, where were you, ah?!" Feng Tiange?! Why do you do magic cultivation - why!! ”

Bai ruthlessly knelt there and watched the father and son quarrel, both looking stupid. This one is my father, my mother, who is it, and what is the relationship between the two. The most terrifying thing is that the young lieutenant spoke to Feng Tiange like this, and the sharp-toothed Feng Tiange actually ...... Not a word.

And at this time, Feng Tiange's eyes showed a look that matched his age. A deep sense of powerlessness and helplessness.

"I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for your mother."