coobybook Chapter 215: Past Grudges, Drawing Swords
Chapter 215: Past Grudges, Drawing Swords
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The poisonous insect that Yan Cisheng was infected with also fell to the ground at that time.
until now.
It was held in the hand of a man in white.
The past events are vivid in my mind.
Everything that happened that day flashed before Yan Lai Fu's eyes like a kaleidoscope.
The first bite.
The pain, confusion, surprise, and anger on Yan Cisheng’s face... were so clear. As 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 gradually could feel the emotions of his son.
What a wonderful experience.
The second bite.
Confusion and surprise gradually turned into fear and unfamiliarity.
Yan Cisheng must have been thinking at that time.
This must not be my father.
But unfortunately.
That is the genuine Yan Lai Fu.
Raised by his own hands, and eaten by his own children...Yan Lai Fu did this just to wish for longevity.
Although old, his extremely strong arms held his son tightly, preventing him from struggling.
Yan Cisheng was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound, and because of the pain he lost the ability to resist.
Yan Lai Fu ate greedily.
The flesh and blood were eaten cleanly.
There were still bite marks on the bones.
He could feel himself gradually getting younger and stronger...
He has always envied Yan Cisheng.
That youthful aura made him so fascinated.
He never expected his son to become successful. His greatest wish was just... for him to grow up healthy and strong, that's all.
The swordsman's previous words had always been bland.
But to Yan Laifu, it was like thunder. He suddenly sneered, "My friend, you must have been confused in your sleep. Please leave my house."
The words have not yet fallen.
That moment.
The swordsman drew his sword and wielded it smoothly, with an indescribable charm.
The sharp sword was placed on Yan Lai Fu's neck.
Yan Lai Fu's face was full of anger.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Good boy, you really don't know whether to live or die."
"My son, I kill him and eat him, so what? You are an outsider, why do you interfere? I have given in again and again because I see that you are not a simple person. Do you really think that I can do nothing to you?"
Yan Lai Fu shouted angrily.
Li Changxiao's mood did not change at all.
His expression was indifferent.
Said: "It's a pity...I want to kill you, but it's not because of this matter."
"If I'm not mistaken, your real name should be... Yan Qingtian, right?"
The words fell.
Yan Lai Fu's eyes narrowed instantly.
The swordsman in front of him shocked him too much.
I thought he was just a simple wanderer, but I never expected that he would discover the secrets of the Yan family. Not only that... it seems that he has a big grudge against the Yan family.
Yan Laifu suddenly felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he was, so he asked, "Who are you?"
Li Changxiao said, "Lingtian Dynasty, a demoted prince, do you remember?"
Compared to Li Changxiao, Yan Laifu's appearance has almost changed. It seems that he has been eating his children continuously and his appearance has gradually changed.
Yan Lai Fu’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 was ultimately no match for the iron cavalry of the Lingtian Dynasty. Its golden palaces were broken through and all its people were slaughtered. Only one branch escaped.
There are three main characters in that lineage.
The fourteenth ancestor of the Yan family: Yan Yu.
And the prides of the Yan family at that time: Yan Qingtian and Yan Chengfeng.
The rest were scattered tribesmen. 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 tribe know what happened back then.
After accidentally learning that there was a prince in the Lingtian Dynasty who was exiled 30,000 miles away, several people became interested and wanted to capture this prince, refine him into pigs and dogs, and sneak him through the streets 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, so it was naturally impossible for him to go out. Therefore, he sent two geniuses of the time, Yan Qingtian and Yan Chengfeng, to capture Prince Lingtian alive on the road to exile.
At that time, Yan Qingtian and Yan Chengfeng were the prides of the Great Yan Dynasty, but they were just prides, not powerful men, and their cultivation had only just reached the Jindan stage.
With such a lineup, it could be said that capturing a mortal with no cultivation was a sure thing, but they failed. Li Changxiao was naturally cautious, the Lingtian Dynasty didn't care about his life or death, Li Shanhe, who unified Lingtian Continent, didn't care about him, and the officers and soldiers escorting him were only minor cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Although it was a heroic feat for Li Shanhe to unify Lingtianzhou, his kingdom was not stable yet and he had many enemies. Being exiled at this time was actually no different from death, or even worse than death. After all, if Li Changxiao fell into the hands of his enemies, death would be the easiest punishment.
Therefore, he relied on dreams to subconsciously influence the soldiers escorting him, controlling the route of exile, making his way as covertly as possible and not following the original route.
In this way, many attacks were effectively avoided. Of course, this alone was not enough. Yan Qingtian and Yan Chengfeng were vicious and would definitely continue searching.
Li Changxiao had no choice but to flee alone. A cultivator in the foundation-building stage 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. The next day, Yan Qingtian and Yan Chengfeng happened to meet him and captured him. They cut off his legs, threw him into a cave, and tortured him. However, Li Changxiao manipulated his dreams and invisibly changed his decision, making them relax their vigilance.
Li Changxiao used sleep to repair the injuries on his legs and looked for a chance to escape. When Yan Qingtian and Yan Chengfeng reacted, he jumped off the cliff. He then secretly influenced their mentality through dreams and escaped from the crisis in a situation where he was sure to die.
Such a deep hatred.
How could Li Changxiao forget?
No one ever cared about his life or death. Although he was a prince, his life was worthless. He was in great pain at that time. He was really struggling for a glimmer of hope between life and death, and even faced a zero chance of survival.
After falling off the cliff, he was dying, but he did not die immediately. He fell into a coma and his body gradually recovered, so he saved his life.
This was his first time in danger, but it was far from the last.
He is just an ordinary person.
He once resented that God had given him too little, complained about the unfairness of the world, felt the omnipresent malice since he was born, and felt powerless.
Mediocrity is like a strong and rough hand covered with calluses, strangling his ankle and dragging him into an abyss of no return.
He wailed, fearful, and unwilling.
now.
He no longer resisted his mediocrity.
With wine in mouth and sword in hand, no matter east, west, south or north, just walk slowly.
The past flashed by.
Yan Lai Fu was also Yan Qingtian in the past. Looking at the swordsman's face again at this moment, the vague memory gradually became clear.
"you!"
His throat trembled.
But I saw the man opposite me, drinking a sip of wine by himself, a big sip, which made his cheeks bulge.
Then the swordsman sprayed.
The wine turned into wine mist.
This is......
A prelude to murder.
It is also the horn of the sword-bearer.