Wow, the husband I kidnapped is not a human

Being hunted down by the three holy places at the same time, it would be strange for Chu Yunxi to have an easy life. It would be good enough if he could survive.

However, Chu Yunxi's reputation also rose to an unprecedented height because of this, and she directly achieved her greatest wish: to become the number one killer in the world of killers throughout history!

Not only in the killer world, but also in the martial arts world, Chu Yunxi's "great achievements" are being sung everywhere: single-handedly challenging the three holy places, he is a role model for our generation, awesome!

Chu Yunxi: ...It's easy to say, I don't want this title or this achievement, whoever wants it can take it!

When Chu Yunxi became famous, Jun Fuyao and Di Yanqing had already entered the territory of the Dongfang family.

"who?"

The voice came from far away one moment, and the next moment the person who spoke appeared in front of Jun Fuyao and Di Yanqing.

When she saw it was Jun Fuyao, she was overjoyed and said, "Yaoyao, you little girl, you are finally here. You have made Third Aunt wait for you for so long."

Jun Fuyao was delighted to see the newcomer, and bowed with a smile, saying, "Hello, Third Aunt."

"Okay, okay..." Dongfang Wuchou immediately noticed Di Yanqing standing beside him, and couldn't help but look at him and asked, "Who is this?"

"My husband's surname is Di..." Jun Fuyao introduced hurriedly.

At first, Di Yanqing was not used to Jun Fuyao's introduction and could not help but blushing, but now he has been able to keep a straight face.

It’s not her, it’s mainly because Jun Fuyao introduces himself like this to everyone he meets. After hearing it so many times, I got used to it and became thick-skinned.

"Ah? You got married, this, this, this..." Dongfang Wuchou panicked immediately. While touching her body randomly, he said embarrassedly: "You little girl, you didn't tell me earlier that you had brought a husband. As your aunt, I didn't bring any gifts..."

“Oh, it’s okay…” Jun Fuyao declined enthusiastically, “You can just go back and make up the double portion later, Yan Qing won’t mind.”

“You little bastard…” Dongfang Wuchou didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and said, “Alright, let’s go now. Your grandma is so eager to see you that she’s become presbyopic.”

Jun Fuyao: ...It seems that it is normal for the elderly to have presbyopia, right? Moreover, how could a master like grandma have presbyopia? Are you trying to fool a three-year-old child?

Jun Fuyao and the others followed Dongfang Wuchou and walked for more than three hundred miles. After turning a hundred corners, they finally saw the Dongfang family.

The scene in front of him surprised Jun Fuyao.

She thought that a big family like the Dongfang family should live in a mansion that is at least as good as the Jun family.

But the present...

It turned out to be an extremely simple village.

In front of me is a valley, surrounded by green fields. There are men and women working in the fields, and from time to time you can hear the sounds of chickens crowing and dogs barking.

In the middle is a flat and wide piece of land surrounded by a uniform wall, with simple farmhouses arranged in an orderly manner.

A wide road paved with dark brown stones extends from Jun Fuyao's feet to the gate of the village.

On the tall stone archway at the entrance, three large characters of Dongfang Village are engraved in a flamboyant style.

At this moment, nine people are waiting under the archway...

In the middle was a sandalwood chair, on which sat a thin old lady with white hair and kind eyes, looking forward to seeing the scene.

Dongfang Wuyou and Dongfang Wuliu were accompanying her. Behind the old lady there were a few boys and girls looking at her curiously. There were also three middle-aged men with dignified manners standing quietly by her side.

“Yaoyao, that’s your grandmother.” Dongfang Wuchou lowered his voice and said with some sadness: “Back then… mother also had the secret to keep her youthful appearance. She was one of the most beautiful women. Ever since I… mother’s hair turned white overnight, and her face became older and more haggard day by day… Until now, she looks like this… Alas…”

Hearing this, Jun Fuyao's nose felt sore: Pity the love of parents in the world...

Jun Fuyao's father, Dongfang Wuxia, was the old lady's late-born son. He was treated like a treasure since childhood. He was afraid that he would melt if he held him in his mouth, and afraid that he would fall if he held him in his hands.

Later, the son got married and had children, but in the old lady's heart, her son was still the little boy who had been in her arms all those years ago. When she heard that her son was seriously injured and dying and there was no possibility of him waking up again, the old lady's motherly heart collapsed...

In addition, over the past ten years, I have been entangled in countless trivial matters at home and oppressed by powerful enemies outside. How can I not age?

When she saw Jun Fuyao, the old lady's face was full of smiles, but tears welled up in her eyes.

"You are... Yaoyao? Wuxia's daughter... Jun Fuyao?" Old Mrs. Dongfang stood up tremblingly. In a trance, she seemed to see Dongfang Wuxia as a child, standing obediently in front of her...

She took a few steps forward with all her strength, and said in a trembling voice, "Good child, come... come closer... come closer, let grandma take a good look at you... my dear granddaughter, why did you come so late?"

Jun Fuyao felt bitter in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face. He took two quick steps and knelt on one knee in front of the old lady. He looked up and called her affectionately, "Grandma..."

That year, Jun Yiqun died unexpectedly. Dongfang Wuxia was so heartbroken that he rushed to Hancheng, wanting to die together with the enemy, but ended up becoming a living dead.

Old Lady Dongfang came out of the mountain in anger and led the entire family to hunt down the enemy, frightening the enemy to death...

Later, Jun Fusu and Jun Fumiao were killed. It was still this strong old lady who led the remaining Dongfang people to bloodbath the palace and launched a death revenge...

For the sake of her son and his bloodline, she was willing to use the meager power of an oriental family to become the enemy of the whole world and declare war on it!

What kind of courage is this? What kind of love is this?

As a result, the Dongfang family was besieged by the three supreme beings...

In order for her family to continue to thrive, Old Lady Dongfang had no choice but to agree to a battle to end all grudges. In the end, she had no choice but to lose. With endless regrets and a heart full of pain and hatred, she faded out of the world and retired to the mountains to survive...

Watching her son like a living dead every day, but with no hope of revenge, how painful must the grandmother's heart be all these years? !

To be honest, compared to Grandma Jun, Jun Fuyao actually admires Grandma Dongfang more.

However, even Jun Fuyao couldn't judge who was right or wrong. They were all for the family and for their descendants. They just chose different ways of dealing with it.

“It’s so similar… It’s exactly the same as Wuxia’s childhood…” Old Mrs. Dongfang gently stroked Jun Fuyao’s face with her wrinkled hands. She whispered softly and shed tears silently. Suddenly, she hugged Jun Fuyao into her arms: “You have never had the love of your parents since you were a child… My good child… You have suffered a lot these years…”

The old man's eyes were filled with tears. He no longer had the courage he had in the past to roam the world with a sword and slaughter people. Instead, he was filled with care and love for his younger generation.