Jun Changxiao had killed the red-haired man. Gongsun Ruoli's feelings were very complicated. First of all, she hated this heartless man for abandoning her and her infant son.
But.
Could this hatred really extend to death?
For a long time, Gongsun Ruoli had been thinking that if she found that guy one day, she would kill him with her own hands. But when she saw him die, she still felt a heart-wrenching pain. After all, she had once loved him.
But the pain was short-lived.
After realizing that Jun Changxiao had killed the heartless man, she quickly calmed down and made a decision that she thought was very correct. That was to act as if nothing had happened and let Zhang San pretend to be her mother.
That guy is dead.
My son still needs to live well. He can't be tortured by ethics.
It had to be said that this woman was as meticulous as a needle. When she couldn't control her emotions and when everyone guessed that she was the Patriarch's mother, she forcefully reversed the situation.
Yes.
Jun Changxiao was kept in the dark.
He didn't know that the red-haired man who controlled Nezha to kill was a heartless man. He only defined him as Xiao Ziji's murderer. So … he deserved to die!
Gou Sheng didn't feel guilty. But what about Gongsun Ruoli?
She knew the truth. Especially when she saw her son kill his mother. How did she feel every time she thought about it?
The pain.
Gongsun Ruoli chose to bear it alone. She would protect this secret forever.
My son.
More than anything else!
In terms of tradition, Gongsun Ruoli was the mother. She had done what a mother should do. In terms of the Stone Statue Race's tradition, he, as the father, was impeccable.
Jun Changxiao could deeply feel it. So he especially cherished this kind of familial relationship. He tried his best to put himself in the role of a 'son'.
… …
Medical hall.
Sun Bukong walked out and took off his mask. "Patriarch, Junior Brother Ye is fine. He just fainted from exhaustion."
"Phew!"
Jun Changxiao let out a long sigh of relief.
After confirming that Ye Xingchen was fine, he returned to the main hall and invited Zhang San over. He politely stood up and cupped his hands. "Greetings, Mother."
"That …"
Zhang San said weakly. "It's a bit awkward for a man like me to be called Mother."
"This is the custom of my father's tribe."
"This isn't the Stone Statue Tribe's territory. We can't follow their customs."
"That makes sense."
Jun Changxiao said, "Then when we are outside, I will address you as Father."
"Alright."
"Father."
Hearing these two words, Zhang Sandun felt comfortable, and so did the readers. After all, it was really awkward to hear such a way of addressing one's parents.
"Xing Chen once saw the future, and he also saw Sinner. Does this mean that there is a possibility of him being resurrected?" Jun Changxiao asked.
The reunion of his parents was a joyous occasion.
However, he had to think of a way to save Xiao Ziji. Even if the hope was only 0.01%, he had to do his best. Otherwise, the blade would be here soon.
"This …"
Zhangsan was silent for a moment before he said, "Jun … Son, I have something that I don't know if I should say."
"Father, please speak."
"Although the future is already set, it may gradually deviate from the established trajectory due to various factors."
"…"
Jun Changxiao furrowed his brows.
"Since Ye Xingchen saw the future, and he also saw Xiao Ziji, and now the latter has died, I'm afraid there is only one possibility, and that is …" Zhangsan didn't dare to continue.
"The future has been changed?"
"It's very likely."
"Pfft!"
Jun Changxiao couldn't help but vomit blood again.
He had placed his hopes on the future that Ye Xingchen once saw, but now he was told that the trajectory had changed, which was the same as directly cutting off his hopes.
"If the future is changed, it might not be a bad thing," the system said.
"What do you mean?"
"Ye Xingchen leaving the sect probably won't happen again."
"…"
Jun Changxiao's frown deepened.
According to what the system said, Sinner sacrificed himself to the heavens to save Ye Xingchen, and even helped him change the timeline of the future.
"There is no other way."
The system said, "This is a multiple-choice question."
"Bullshit!"
Jun Changxiao's eyes were about to split open. "Only children make choices. I want to change the future of the stars, and I also want to change Sinner's fate. If the heavens stop me, I will defy the heavens!"
Defy the heavens again.
Does the heavens owe you money?
To be honest, at this stage, when it came from Jun Changxiao's mouth, not only did it not feel chuunibyou, but it also exuded a sense of hot-bloodedness, causing many readers to instantly return to the time when there was not a trace of change in them.
"So strong!" Zhangsan was shocked.
Jun Changxiao was communicating with the system telepathically. The rebellious look in his eyes deeply touched him, and he once again firmly believed that this child would do something unprecedented!
To revive a person, it was not possible to rely on momentum alone. Therefore, whether or not Xiao Ziji could be revived, as of now, could only depend on the System Store.
For this.
Jun Changxiao hurriedly refreshed it.
If it really refreshed, it would definitely be said to be too fake, so he didn't even refresh ten times.
In the past, he was disgusted by the limit of the number of times. Today, he wanted to pick up the chair next to him and smash the System Store.
As long as Xiao Ziji was not revived, Jun Changxiao would not be able to sleep and eat in peace.
The same was true for the disciples of the Sect of All Times.
The battle was over. They should have celebrated, but when they returned to the sect, they could not lift their spirits.
Especially the female disciples like Liu Wanshi and Yao Mengying, who cried the most. If their tears could be accumulated, they would probably flood the entire Iron Bone Mountain in a few days.
Of course.
The Xuan Turtle Clan was also in pain.
Xiao Ziji had fallen, and their clan's hope had also fallen. After all, both sides had signed a life contract, and one's glory was glory, and one's loss was also loss.
The next day.
Yuan Gongzi came to the study, looked at the haggard Jun Changxiao, and said with difficulty: "When will you erect a cenotaph for Sinner?"
"Now."
Jun Changxiao's voice was very hoarse.
"I'll do it now." Yuan Gongzi turned and left.
Before leaving, Jun Changxiao raised his head and reminded: "Be sure to choose the best feng shui treasured place!"
"Yes."
"Also, let Shangtian come."
"Yes."
Not long after, Li Shangtian walked into the study. From his slightly swollen eyes, it was obvious that he had cried bitterly because of Senior Brother Xiao's death.
"Take out all the photos of Sinner," Jun Changxiao said.
Although there was no corpse left, there must be photos on the tombstone.
Li Shangtian quickly entered the spatial ring and took out all the photos of Senior Brother Xiao that he had taken over the years. There were quite a few, at least a few hundred. It could be seen that he had taken many photos in the past.
"No."
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said: "None of them."
He needed to choose a very representative photo so that when the world paid their respects, they could deeply feel the disciple's unparalleled strength.
"Patriarch, no more." Li Shangtian said bitterly.
The quality of these photos could be said to be at the top level in the industry. If they did not like them, there was really no other way.
"Pa!"
Suddenly, Jun Changxiao slapped his forehead and said: "I almost forgot!"
"Whoosh — — —"
He opened the system panel and clicked on the Lingyan Pavilion.
Li Shangtian's photos were professional, but in terms of appearance and temperament, the portrait hanging in the interior was the most vivid!
Okay.
It turned out that the Lingyan Pavilion also had the function of preserving the portrait of the disciple.
Jun Changxiao raised his trembling hand and clicked on the scroll with Xiao Ziji's name written on it painfully. When the latter unfolded from top to bottom, he stood there dumbfounded.
The picture scroll.
It was blank!
At the end of the scroll were four eye-catching words — Click to revive!
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PS: The red-haired man was guessed, which made me feel very helpless. But Jing Zhixiao, how did you guess? I now declare that Little Doo is not my smurf, you are!
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