"If that's all it is, forget it......"

Hearing Zhen Xiaoxiao say this, Cen Yuanqing's eyes suddenly dimmed. With {dream} small ◢.1a

What?

What could be worse?

"Before coming to the Dan Beast Competition, my father said that my mother was defeated and sent my mother out of the Eagle Stream, saying that I couldn't see each other again until I became a famous swordsman in Dongling."

This is...... What kind of crazy father?

Listening to Cen Yuanqing's words, he was so shocked that he opened his mouth.

This move was definitely the last straw that broke the camel's back.

It can be seen from Xiao Yuanqing's description of his life that his feelings for his mother are very deep, and it is also the only warmth worth remembering in a boring life.

It backfired, and Cen Yuanqing's mentality collapsed.

"So I don't want to live a life that is at the mercy of others...... Whenever I picked up a knife, I would think of my father's hateful face, hateful, hateful! I don't want to use a knife again! ”

Look at your trembling hands.

Cen Yuanqing's face turned pale.

Years of docile obedience have all been transformed into rebellion and madness at this time.

Just when his eyes contracted violently, the really small, thin and soft little hand suddenly covered his palm.

"It is right to be filial to your parents. Staying true to your heart is also what you should be. If you don't plan to take a knife anymore, if you don't take it, there are many swords, guns, axes and halberds in the world, and there are many magic weapons that are beautiful and used, if you ...... I am reluctant to do it, and I don't need to associate my precious heart with some bad things. ”

Cen Yuanqing was stunned and raised his head.

It's so little that it's still talking.

"For many, many years, you've been repeating the same thing, it's very boring, it's quite boring, and you can't do this boring exercise if you only feel like you're being forced."

"In the process, you must have felt the joy and looked forward to the results."

I remembered the appearance of Xiao Zimo swinging his sword under the bamboo forest.

Day after day.

His sword-minded eyes always shone brightly.

I really felt it and sighed gently. "Removing all distractions, all that can sustain us in our pain is nothing more than ourselves...... Those who are obsessed with art rejoice. ”

The dark mood suddenly cracked a crack.

That's where the light comes in.

Cen Yuanqing rolled his Adam's apple, unable to say how he was feeling at the moment.

The demons in the heart come from the disgust of his father.

However, his fellow friends sympathized with him at most, and shared his hatred for his father's atrocities.

Only really small.

See through his heart at a glance and hide deeper fears.

He actually lost the courage to hold a knife because of his cowardly character!?

No!

The demons that haunted him in his dreams every time he wanted to take up arms again, he would turn into real demons and let out his father's stern and merciless roar. Forcing himself, fleeing far away.

"You're weak."

There's always a voice in my head.

He didn't want to, he didn't dare to face the truth, and every breath he took was indulging himself.

"You can get out."

Now the eyes of the real little faith have suppressed the tone of the voice echoing in his head.

"Can I?"

"Of course!"

With the action of nodding slightly, Cen Yuanqing's waist couldn't help but straighten up a lot. Although I don't know how to get out of it yet, it seems that after being seen through the mood, the dark haze that shrouds my heart layer by layer has become no longer unbreakable.