Heavenly Star

For a variety of reasons, the recent state is poor. This crap from the Southern Emperor Zong was originally solved in three chapters. As a result, the direction cannot be found for a long time... another chapter, go as fast as possible.

“When I got home that year, I overheard a few conversations from my father and uncle, when he mentioned my name and in a strange tone I was‘ his child ’. Since then, I've had some deeply embedded suspicions, but I prefer to believe that everything is just wrong with me, or I'm going to be wrong with my uncle. So I buried these in my heart, and I didn't, and I didn't dare ask anyone. Until that day, a man I truly admired dug up all this buried in my heart and forced me to think of it again. I can no longer escape. If I don't know the truth, my whole life will be tranquil. ”

“The direct blood men of the Southern Emperor will flow their loyalty to the deeply imprinted souls of their ancestors, and no matter how many generations they pass on, they will not change. That's what the guy told me. And my father, who had given up looking for the Sword of the Southern Emperor, had not suddenly appeared three years earlier, he would not have believed in the existence of the Sword of the Southern Emperor. His ambition is to call the world male. My brother, however, has always insisted on traveling the world, searching for the Sword of the Southern Emperor, and in any case, is unwilling to obey the will of the father. For this reason, the father and son are neglected and rarely return home. Him, that's because my brother has the direct line of the Emperor, and my father, he doesn't... Is that true? ”

Crazy screams continue without signs of rest.

“Are you... really crazy? He's also hinting at me that you're not crazy. You bear the burden, only to see the heavens and the sun, to lead the Southern Emperor to your desired trajectory... tell me if you are crazy... if you are really just a lunatic, then everything he speculates will not be empty and false, and I can let go of all this and stop remembering. If you're not crazy... then tell me you're really not crazy. ”

Shu Mengchan looked at the madman in front of him, looking for his eyes that were completely obscured from time to time, and the frequency of heartbeats became faster and faster. His whole body was so dirty, but his eyes flashed from time to time, so bright that there were no signs of obscenity. She wondered if anyone else had touched his eyes at the moment, but at least she had known countless people over the years, her understanding of humanity had been thorough enough, and the hidden emotional gaze should not belong to a madman who was going crazy... she had got half the answers.

She needs an accurate answer.

Her hands reached down to her neck and slowly removed a piece of ice blue filament, which presented a droplet-shaped ice blue water ball. This water polo, which she wore on her body from the very beginning, was first remembered as a combination of her father and mother when she was born, and the qi of the water polo not only allowed her to have perfect skin as she grew up, but also helped her to cultivate it. Twenty-five years later, the water balls had still not dissipated. In the darkness, a fantastic blue light could be seen. On her third birthday, her mother, Shuifu, told her never to abandon the water balls, and she had always worn them. To this day, she has begun to understand a little bit why her mother never laughed and why her mother would never let her throw away this water pole.

Because this water pole, which her biological father and mother worked together to wear around her neck, is an identity mark that only their families know about.

Instead of shielding the fantastic water blue light, the intense light element gives the strange blue light an extended carrier, light, with a slightly soothing water blue color.

The madman's roar suddenly disappeared completely, and the madness stopped at this moment. The sudden arrival of silence made Shui Mengchan's heart beat seem to stop with it, time, instant fixation.

The silence of this moment allowed Shui Mengchan to get the answers she yearned for and feared more than anything else.

“Chan... Son...”

Those two bunches of gaze behind their heads began to shake and gradually became obsessed, like a layer of increasingly heavy water vapor. In the silence of death, the madman's mouth actually overflowed with a dry and dry voice. Although it was hard to hear and almost unrecognizable, Shui Mengchan was still clearly convinced that the two words that made her nervous were “Chan"...

Shui Mengchan was stuck, although he had already been prepared enough, but in the real face of this terrible and cruel reality, this strong woman still briefly passed, then took a deep breath and shook her voice: “You... can you talk? ”

Crazy man... can no longer be called crazyman now, maybe too long has nothing to say, his voice is not only dry, there are also distortions above the voice, he did not answer Shui Mengchan, but Xu Xu: “When you were two years old... I asked what birthday gift you want... you, you need to snow in the sky...”

Shui Mengchan was struck by lightning and shaken violently all over her body.

“... When I couldn't do it, you cried in disappointment... At that time, I told you that when you grew up, I would personally go to the far north to find the snowgirl who could make it snow in the sky... But this promise, a father's promise to his daughter, has not been fulfilled for 23 years...”

That lamentable voice, mixed with the cries of a man, contained tears of blood in his heart. At this moment, he's not even like a lunatic.

Every word of him, like a heavy iron hammer, burst hard into the heart of Shui Mengchan. For a moment, her tears soaked in the veil towel, sadness, bitterness, shock, confusion... all kinds of complex emotions swept together, interwoven in her heart. When she was two years old, the birthday gift that she and her father wanted was a secret that only their father and daughter knew.

Also since she was two years old, she had never seen her mother smile again, her father was still kind, but made her feel clearly alienated, she could no longer enjoy the warmth of her body and mind, so that she could love her father as much as possible.

The crystal ball that released the light element in her hand slipped from her hand at the same time as the droplet-shaped warm ball, which fell on the damp ground, and the water ball, still hanging in her hand as the silver wire wrapped around it, swayed a haunted blue light in the middle of the sky. Shui Mengchan's lips trembled like the sound of Nightingale's crying blood: “Father... really, it's really you...”

Why... why is this happening...

This lunatic... is actually her father... So who is the person outside who she cries out for her father, and what is hidden in it!

“Cicada, it's been 23 years... you've grown so big... to see you again, my father will die soon, and I can finally lose those points of regret.” The madman wept for too long, too long to suppress. After 23 years of inhuman torture, the man still did not fall down. At last, the uncontrollable tears drew a clear trace on his face...

Twenty-three years, life can have a few twenty-three years. Twenty-three years ago, he was at the best age of his life, had a lovely daughter, had a wife he loved and loved.

He is also the only candidate for the Crown Patriarch.

But since that huge change 23 years ago, everything has changed, it's like a nightmare that has turned his whole life upside down and brought him into another nightmare, a nightmare that lasted 23 years.

Twenty-three years, such torture can easily turn a person with a normal body and mind into a complete lunatic. Everyone thought he was crazy. But he's not crazy.

“Live…” His father, who was similarly subject to reckoning, told him the three words in a faint voice. He can't die because if he dies, the direct line of the Emperor will be completely determined from now on. Thus, he survived with the loyalty and incredible obsession of his deeply imprinted bones, the love of his still alive wife and son, and the angry vows and abhorrent hatred that he had uttered in his heart for 23 years. As long as he remains alive, there is hope, he awaits the opportunity, and he believes that God will never allow the blood of the Emperor to be cut off.

Later, he learned from the complaint of “Water Clouds" that his wife, who was pregnant at the time, had given birth to him a son, and he cried in a mad roar… From that moment on, he became more aware of the significance of his life, preferring to endure all the pain and shame but also to endure and live. Because he must tell his son the truth - only those who possess the blood of a pure southern emperor will know that what they possess is unwavering loyalty to their ancestors, and even if the heavens and the earth do not change, his son will not change his faith in himself because of his "father”.

All these years, he pretended to be a fool, only to be able to live for himself, and to relax his guard for those he hated and keep him waiting for that slim opportunity. He succeeded, and in exactly 23 years, when his madness had become a habit, some of the people who would have been wary of his survival had also lost their wariness over time and even stopped remembering his existence. Apart from “the clouds of water", no one wants to go near where he is, and lazy enough to look at his present tragic decline, which was once temperamental. Let them retreat simply from his evil situation.

Twenty-three years of pain he endured, very much imaginable… God pity, today he finally looks forward to a dawn in the darkness - he sees his daughter, who has been separated for twenty-three years. His painfully struggling heart also came to life as if awakened, bringing tears that he had suppressed for too long. At the beginning of Shui Mengchan's arrival, his words stirred his heart, but after too long, how could he not be cautious and let his twenty-three years of indomitable work fail? And when Shui Mengchan took out the water pole he had personally worn for her after she was born, he finally confirmed that it would not be a test... he met his daughter. That moment of palpitation made him want to cry, but in order not to impress others, he forced down the almost uncontrolled sound of excitement, but could not stop the tears from running. In front of her daughter, the father's strength was easily crushed.

“Why... it's not true... why it's like this... tell me why it all happened..." I can't see his face, I can't recognize his voice, but his reaction to the water pole, and his words, made her no longer doubt.

He is her father...