Chapter 215 Past Grudges, Sword Drawing

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The poisonous insect that Yan Cisheng was infected with also fell to the ground at that time.

Until this moment.

He was held in the hand of a man in white clothes with two fingers.

The past events were vivid in his mind.

Everything that day flashed before Yan Laifu's eyes like a revolving lantern.

When he took the first bite.

The pain, confusion, surprise, anger on Yan Cisheng's face... were so clear. When the flesh and blood entered his mouth, the taste of rust filled his mouth and rushed to his nose. He had a nosebleed, but it was not his own blood. He could gradually feel the emotions of his son.

What a wonderful experience.

When he took the second bite.

Confusion and surprise gradually turned into fear and strangeness.

Yan Cisheng must have thought at that time.

This must not be my father.

But unfortunately.

That was the real Yan Laifu.

He raised his son with his own hands, gave birth to him and ate him again... just to live longer.

His arms, though old, were extremely strong, firmly grasped his son and prevented him from struggling.

Yan Cisheng was so frightened that he could not make a sound, and because of the pain, he lost his resistance.

Yan Laifu ate greedily.

The flesh and blood were eaten cleanly.

There were still bite marks on the bones.

He could feel that he was gradually getting younger and stronger...

He always envied Yan Cisheng.

That youthful aura made him so obsessed.

He never expected his son to become a talent. His greatest wish was just... to grow up healthy, to grow up healthy, that's all.

The swordsman's previous words were always plain.

But to Yan Laifu, it was like thunder. He suddenly sneered, "Friend, you must have been confused in your sleep. Please leave my home."

Before he finished speaking.

At that moment.

The swordsman drew out his sword, flowing like clouds and water, with an indescribable charm.

The long sword was sharp and rested on Yan Laifu's neck.

Yan Laifu's face was full of anger.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Good boy, you really don't know how to live or die."

"My son, I kill him and eat him, so what? You are an outsider, why do you interfere! I see that you are not simple, so I give in again and again. Do you really think that I can't do anything to you?"

Yan Laifu shouted angrily.

Li Changxiao's mood did not change at all.

He looked indifferent.

He said: "It's a pity... I want to kill you, but it's not because of this."

"If I'm not mistaken, your real name should be... Yan Qingtian, right?"

As soon as the voice fell.

Yan Laifu's eyes shrank instantly.

The swordsman in front of him shocked him too much.

I thought he was just a simple Jianghu, but I never thought that he had discovered the secrets of the Yan family. Not only that...it seems that he has a big feud with the Yan family.

Yan Laifu suddenly felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it, so he asked, "Who are you?"

Li Changxiao said, "Do you remember a demoted prince from the Lingtian Dynasty?"

Compared to Li Changxiao, Yan Laifu's appearance had almost changed. It seemed that he had been eating his children and his appearance had gradually changed.

Yan Laifu's thoughts were pulled back to more than a thousand years ago.

It snowed heavily that year.

The Great Yan Dynasty was originally a relatively powerful dynasty, but it was ultimately defeated by the iron cavalry of the Lingtian Dynasty. It was trampled through the golden palace and slaughtered. Only one branch escaped.

There were three main figures in that branch.

The fourteenth ancestor of the Yan family: Yan Yu.

And the Yan family's pride at that time: Yan Qingtian and Yan Chengfeng.

The rest were some scattered clansmen. According to legend, they fled into the mountains to recuperate.

Of course, this is just a legend. Only the three remaining members of the Yan clan know what happened back then.

After accidentally learning that there was a prince of the Lingtian Dynasty who was exiled 30,000 miles away, several people had an idea to capture this child, refine him into pigs and dogs, and sneak around in the market to humiliate the Lingtian Dynasty.

Yan Yu, the fourteenth ancestor of the Yan family, had just entered the realm of refining emptiness. He was seriously injured after escaping and naturally could not go out, so he sent two of the then-prodigies, Yan Qingtian and Yan Chengfeng, to the exile road to capture the Lingtian prince alive.

Yan Qingtian and Yan Chengfeng were the prodigies of the Great Yan Dynasty at that time, but they were only prodigies, not strong men, and their cultivation was just the formation of Dan.

With such a lineup, it can be said that it is a sure thing to capture a mortal with no cultivation, but it failed. Li Changxiao was naturally cautious, and the Lingtian Dynasty did not care about his life or death. Li Shanhe, who unified Lingtianzhou, had no eyes for him, and the officers and soldiers who escorted him were only minor cultivators in the foundation-building period.

Although Li Shanhe unified Lingtianzhou, it was a great feat, but the country was not stable and there were many enemies. Being exiled at this time was actually the same as death, or even worse than death. After all, if Li Changxiao fell into the hands of his enemies, death would be the easiest punishment.

So he relied on dreams to subconsciously influence the soldiers escorting him, control the exile route, and walk as secretly as possible, not following the original route.

In this way, he effectively avoided many attacks and killings. Of course, this was not enough. Yan Qingtian and Yan Chengfeng were vicious and would definitely continue to search.

Li Changxiao had no choice but to choose to escape alone. A cultivator in the foundation-building period had no way to resist his dreams, but he was a mortal at the time and could not perfectly control his dreams. However, with constant attempts day and night, there would always be a time of success, and in this way, he finally succeeded in unlocking the shackles.

But the good times didn't last long. Yan Qingtian and Yan Chengfeng happened to meet him the next day and captured him. The two cut off his legs, threw him in a cave, and tortured him. However, Li Changxiao manipulated the dream and invisibly changed his decision-making, making them relax their vigilance.

Li Changxiao used his sleep to repair the injuries on his legs and looked for an opportunity to escape. When Yan Qingtian and Yan Chengfeng realized what they were doing, he jumped off the cliff and secretly influenced their mentality through dreams to escape the crisis with certain death. .

Such deep hatred.

How could Li Changxiao forget?

No one had ever cared about his life or death. Although he was a prince, his life was like a piece of grass. He was in great pain at that time. He really struggled for a chance of survival between life and death, or even died without rebirth.

After falling into the cliff, he was dying, but he did not die immediately. He fell into a coma, and his body gradually recovered, saving a small life.

This was his first time in danger, but it was far from the last.

He's just an ordinary person.

He once resented that God gave him too little, complained about the unfairness of the world, felt the omnipresent malice from the moment he was born, and also felt powerless.

Mediocrity is like a strong and rough hand covered with calluses, strangling his ankles and dragging him into the abyss of eternal destruction.

He whined, fearful, and unwilling.

now.

He no longer resists his own mediocrity.

The wine is in your mouth, the sword is in your hand, no matter what the east, west, south or north, just walk slowly by yourself.

The past flashed by.

Yan Laifu was also the former Yan Qingtian. Looking at the swordsman's face now, the vague memories gradually became clear.

"you!"

His throat vibrated.

But he saw the man opposite him, minding his own business, taking a sip of wine, which made his cheeks bulge.

Then, the swordsman sprayed.

The wine turned into wine mist.

This is......

Prelude to murder.

It is also the trumpet for those who wield swords.