Patriarch of the Devil's Dao: Xiyao Xiang Tiantian

The moonlight outside the window was bright and bright, surrounded by a halo of light, and pieces of dark clouds drifted past but did not block the moonlight.

Through the gaps between the sparse leaves, Su Yue was stunned.

Seeing him like that, Jin Guangyao seemed to miss him.

"I would like to hear your story."

Su Yue was pulled back to her senses when she heard the words, and smiled lightly.

"Story? Do you really want to hear it?"

Jin Guangyao nodded.

"Okay, it's okay to tell you."

16 years ago.

The night before the night of bloodbath.

In order not to cause trouble for Wei Wuxian, the rest of the Wen family in Yiling Mass Burial Mound, under the leadership of Wen Qing and Wen Ning, decided to go to Buyetian to plead guilty.

Wen Yue was 12 years younger than Wen Yue, but he was about the same as a seven or eight-year-old child, very thin.

Hearing that he was going to die, although he was very young, he didn't understand why, but there was a sense of fear in his heart, and he was trembling while hiding in his grandma's arms, his eyes were full of fear.

"Grandma, why, why are we going to die, can't we not go? I don't want to die, and I don't want you to die, grandma..."

His crying was very strong, but he tried his best not to cry, biting his lower lip, the corners of his lips were bloodshot.

The grandma hugged him tightly, the old man's muddy eyes were full of tears, and the hands holding his grandson were trembling, but he never let go.

The old man wiped his eyes with trembling hands. The bonfire on the ground flickered, and the old man vaguely seemed to see someone doing something furtively by the side of the tree.

The old man wiped his eyes vigorously again, and then he could barely see clearly.

It was another old man who hid a child in a hollow tree.With a flash of inspiration, the old man looked at the scared grandson who was shivering in his arms. The old man was very distressed. He looked at the person on the other side of the bonfire in front of him, the slim and soft head of the family, and the young man next to him exuding a sinister spirit. Finally make up your mind.

The old man stroked his grandson's back and said softly:

"Don't worry, grandma won't let you die, no, trust grandma."

I heard that Wen Yue's small body gradually calmed down, but she still trembled from time to time.

Warmth came out of Wei Wuxian's room, looked at them, and said:

"Let's go."

She really wanted to be strong, but the words she said were so feeble, with a little helplessness.

A group of people followed Wen's siblings towards Buyetian. When they were leaving, the old man who hid the child in the tree hole was reluctant to leave. He walked three steps and looked back. The child was very good, neither crying nor fussing.

The old man held Wen Yue's hand tightly, causing Wen Yue's hand to feel a little painful, but Wen Yue never said a word. As he walked, Wen Yue found that someone was missing, so he raised his head and asked grandma:

"Grandma, where's A Yuan?"

Grandma immediately covered his mouth and signaled him not to speak.Grandma glanced at the people around her, but found nothing, and whispered:

"A Yuan, he's not here, shh... don't talk, I'll tell you to go later, you just go, do you hear me?"

"What about you, grandma?"

"I can't go, listen to grandma."

Wen Yue was anxious when she heard that, she grabbed grandma's hand, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Grandma, if you don't go, I won't go either."

"Be obedient!" Grandma scolded him helplessly.

"I don't!!" Wen Yue was still stubborn.

Grandma also knows her grandson well, so she won't try to persuade him anymore.

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Wen Yue's heart ached for a moment, and she frowned unconsciously.

"On the way to Nightingale that day, the moonlight was as beautiful as it was tonight. Unfortunately, I wasn't in such a good mood at the time."

Jin Guangyao couldn't help recalling the nightless scene, when the immortal family forced a group of old and weak women and children, they were full of righteousness, but they didn't understand righteousness as well as a group of old and young women, it was really ashamed.

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On the way, his grandma led Wen Yue to the end. Grandma knew that her grandson had a stubborn temper, so a silver needle in her sleeve was quietly caught between her fingers, and a needle was stuck on Wen Yue's neck.

"Grandson, the rights and wrongs of the Wen family have nothing to do with us. You are still young, so you shouldn't die because of it. Remember, from now on, your surname is not Wen, and the Wen family has nothing to do with you, you know?"

Wen Yue couldn't speak or move, and could only watch grandma hide him in the bushes aside, and then watch grandma walk away, staggering, step by step but so firm .

grandmother······

For nearly seven days, Wen Yue hid in the bushes alone, unable to move her whole body. Until the seventh day, Wen Yue forced out a little needle every day. On the seventh day, all of them were finally forced out, but it was too late. Limp all over, he forced himself to stand up, looking at the mountain in the distance, the fire was soaring into the sky.

Yiling Mass Burial Mound was burned.

Wen Yue didn't cry, her eyes were indifferent, like a creature without emotion, but there was endless pain in the depths of her eyes.

He walked along another path, tirelessly and day and night, until his eyes could not see the road clearly, his ears could not hear the surrounding sounds, and the buzzing sound kept echoing in his head.

I only remember the words my grandma said before leaving in my heart.

Your surname is not Wen, and you have nothing to do with the Wen family.

"My surname is not Wen, I have nothing to do with the Wen family, nothing to do..."

With a sound of "dong", Wen Yue couldn't hold back and fell to the ground. Before closing her eyes, a white figure appeared in front of her.

When I woke up again, it was a month later...

Wen Yue's mouth was dry, her whole body ached, her muscles seemed to be on fire, her throat seemed to be scorched, it was hot and dry, and suddenly a gust of sweet and cool water flowed down her throat, warming her burning throat.

A gentle spiritual force flowed along his tendons, repairing his damaged tendons gently.

Wen Yue gradually opened his eyes, the glare of the sun mercilessly shot into his eyes, it hurt for a moment, the next moment, a big hand blocked his eyes, blocking the glare of the sun for him .

"Take your time, don't rush."

A soft voice rang in my ears.

Wen Yue wanted to speak, but her throat was so sore that she couldn't speak.

That gentle voice rang in my ears again.

"Why did you faint on the side of the road, what's your name?"

The hand transmitting the spiritual power behind him didn't stop, and he fed him a few more sips of water, and his throat felt better.

"···Joy···"

"Yue? What's your name? What's your last name? Is there anyone else in the family?"

"Last name, no... family, no..."

In Wen Yue's intermittent words, he probably knew what he wanted to say.

"No relatives, no surname. Although I don't know why you are alone, I won't force you if you don't want to say anything. Would you like to come with me?"

Wen Yue saw the sunlight outside through her fingers, and her eyes gradually adapted to the light of the day.

"Follow... you, go?"

"Yes." He put down his hand, Wen Yue could see his appearance clearly, he was not very handsome, but looking at him, he felt at ease, and he said, "Since you don't have a surname, then take my surname, My surname is Su, would you like to join me?"

"Su?...I, I...will."

Su Yue, from now on is my name.

"Then you and I will go to Moling together."

"it is good."

Just one simple word gave him 16 years of stability and joy.

When he arrived at Moling, the short man stood beside him, a small one, but he never showed any fear, because he knew that at this time he had someone to rely on, and he was by his side.

Su She, this name was deeply imprinted on his heart, and in his soul, it will never be erased.

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