In the middle of winter, it was snowing heavily. The blizzard lasted for three days and the whole world was covered in silver. Everyone's sight was filled with snow that looked like a dragon or a snow lion. Located in the Vast Mountains in the north, the cold wind made a sharp and mournful sound as it brushed against the bare treetops.
A stream of air came from afar and split into a trajectory in the swirling snow. It crashed into the snowman sitting on the black rock.
"Poof!"
With a soft sound, the snowman cracked and the outer layer of snow fell off, revealing an elegant and handsome middle-aged man. His facial features were deep and his eyes were like a cold lake, deep and unfathomable.
"Sigh!"
He sighed softly and raised his eyes. Through the vast snow, he looked into the distance. After a few minutes, in the howling blizzard, a black silhouette gradually appeared. He trudged through the snow that covered his calves and passed through the forest that made the mournful sound. He came to the bottom of the black rock and looked at the middle-aged man on the rock.
"You've been chasing me for ten days and even my Yin Spirit couldn't get rid of you." The middle-aged man looked helpless.
"It's been twenty years and you've finally shown up. How can I let you escape again?" The man in the down jacket bit on a cigarette in the snow and took out a lighter from his pocket. He tried for a long time but failed to light it up.
"Lend me a light," he said.
The down jacket on his body was tattered and his calves were stuck in the snow. Otherwise, one could see that he was barefooted. His shoes had already been destroyed while he was chasing after the Yin Spirit.
The middle-aged man flicked out a flame without any expression. It was clearly the flame of a firefly but it flew for tens of meters in the snow and steadily hung in front of the man in the down jacket.
Hiss, huff …
The cigarette was lit. The man in the down jacket took a puff and exhaled. The green smoke was torn apart by the strong wind.
"Two months ago, my son died in the Pantheon Palace and the Unparalleled Fighting Soul went to the Shang Qing Sect. I thought you would appear but I was disappointed. However, you were able to resist the temptation of the Unparalleled Fighting Soul. This time, you can't resist it no matter what. "
"Is the fruit ripe?"
"How would I know? You're asking me instead of entering the fruit forest?"
The middle-aged man said in a serious manner, "You should know that I'm not the only one coveting the fruit. Do you really think that you can conceal your identity for another twenty years with your Sinkhole superpower? You're able to live peacefully until now because the time isn't right. They're too lazy to make a move against you. "
The man in the down jacket smiled. "How do you know that I want to live for another 20 years?"
The two seemed to be old acquaintances. The middle-aged man shook his head. "You already have a son and a daughter now. Why bother?"
"My son is very promising. I didn't raise him for twenty years in vain. My daughter is already a half-step Extreme Grade now. With such a promising son and daughter, what else do I need to ask for? "The man in the down jacket pointed at his chest, and his voice suddenly deepened." Now, I only ask for my obsession to be resolved. This heart of mine has never calmed down in the past twenty years. It is constantly surging with flames, the flames of vengeance. "
"The matter between you and me will naturally come to an end," the middle-aged man squinted, and his face also became cold, "Li Xiong, I ask you, where is the fruit?"
"You were afraid that they would beat you to it, so you impatiently exposed your whereabouts. That's why I chased after your Yin Spirit all the way here. You're afraid of them. " Li Xiong sneered and said, "Don't worry. We're brothers. I'll give you a chance. If you kill me today, you can get the fruit."
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and he was surprised and doubtful. "The fruit is really on you."
He shook his head. "No, no, if it's on you, you should have found me long ago. It's on Li Xianyu. No, Li Wuxiang won't leave the fruit on his only son. That will only lead to a fatal disaster. I understand that the fruit is on your daughter. But if so, how can they sit by and watch her grow up to now? "
"I'm too impatient."
The last sentence was a soliloquy.
"Children and grandchildren have their own fortune. I don't care about what happens in the future. Whether they live or die in the future depends on fate, God, and fate. "Li Xiong unzipped the down jacket." I'm ashamed. I've been practicing hard for twenty years, but I still can't enter the Extreme Grade. Since I can't care about what happens in the future, I'll care about what happened in the past. "
In the wind and snow, his red eyes shone ferociously. "Tong Xuanzi, I'll settle the grievances from twenty years ago with you today."
"The fruit is on me. If you want it, come and get it."
As he said this, he raised his head and roared at the light gray sky. No one knew who he was talking to.
.....
The helicopter shuttled through the wind and snow, and the propeller made a heavy sound, stirring up the snow around.
Li Xianyu sat in the cabin. The door was open, and the wind blew the snowflakes in. His clothes had been soaked. After getting the address sent by his adoptive father, his first reaction was to contact his adoptive father, but the phone was still turned off. It seemed that his adoptive father turned off his phone after sending the address.
He immediately contacted Bosch and went to Hongqiao Airport. He took Bosch's Gulfstream to Jinan first, and then took the helicopter to the location.
On the way, after the anxiety and urgency, he calmed down a little and began to think about the purpose of his adoptive father sending him the address.
According to the current situation, what his adoptive father needed to do now was to conceal his identity, hide in a place where no one could find him, and hide quietly. His behavior of revealing his location was really puzzling. If his adoptive father didn't believe in Bosch, then he shouldn't have contacted him. Even though he had been careful these days, Li Xianyu was willing to bet that if there was really something wrong with Bosch, his every move might not be hidden from people with ulterior motives.
If that was the case, wouldn't he be exposed?
So, his adoptive father purposely revealed the address. After figuring this out, Li Xianyu couldn't calm down anymore.
Thunder Zhanhime unscrewed the vacuum flask, took a sip of hot tea, and wiped the snow on his face with a tissue. She said in a low voice, "Why don't we close the door?"
The people in the helicopter were all on the same side. It wasn't that she blamed him for causing them to be frozen. This little bit of snow didn't affect them at all. Thunder Zhanhime just felt that he had a lot on his mind along the way and wanted to find an excuse to talk to him. The door was open, and the wind was harsh, so it wasn't easy to talk.
Li Xianyu closed the door, wiped the snow off his face, and took a sip of the hot tea that Thunder Zhanhime passed to him. She squeezed out a smile. "I don't know why, but I'm not very calm."
"I'm a little scared." Li Xianyu thought about it and said, "I didn't know my adoptive father's identity before, so I felt like the main character in a wuxia novel who carried the family's secret. I had a group of enemies, but I was all alone. Whether he lived or died depended on his luck, but as long as he had a clear conscience of his hot-bloodedness … Because I know my adoptive father and his family are just ordinary people. Whether I die or not has nothing to do with them. "
"But now, I don't dare to think like that anymore. I used to be all alone, but now I have a burden, a burden."
Men were like this. When they were in the pugilistic world, as long as they had a mouthful of hot blood in their chest, they could fight with no regard for their lives. It didn't matter if they died, because they would be heroes again after 18 years. But once their family was involved, they would immediately cower.
"I've been his son for as long as I can remember, and I still am. When I was in middle school, he told me that I wasn't his biological son. I was very angry. I was angry that I wasn't his biological son. I already have a half-step Extreme Grade father, but I don't want an equally powerful adoptive father. I just want him to be an ordinary person, just an ordinary person. "
"How good would it have been if I hadn't inherited Great-grandmother back then," he said in a low voice.
In the face of such treasonous words, Great-grandmother fell into a rare silence. Looking at her depressed great-grandson with a trace of fear, there was only heartache in her eyes.
Everything started when he inherited Great-grandmother. The moment he swallowed the Black Water Spirit Bead, the gears of fate began to turn. He was powerless to change it, so he could only go with the flow.
He spent half a year to step into the ranks of the top S-class. Looking at all the Blood Descendants, there was no promotion speed like this. Countless people envied him and were jealous of him. Li Xianyu grasped unparalleled power, but he could no longer return to his adoptive parents' home.
Fate was like an onion, peeling layer by layer. People were dragged in one by one, and those who were dragged in could never leave.
Because fate could not be changed.
"Maybe he just wanted to meet you and tell you some things before he completely left," Thunder Zhanhime said, "It's too early to think about these things. Letting your imagination run wild will only mess up your state of mind."
"That's why I hate it the most when they hide things from me," Li Xianyu said loudly.
This was what made Li Xianyu the most disgusted and angry. The ice shards hid things from him, and his adoptive father also hid things from him. This feeling of not knowing anything and being afraid was too terrible.
If something went wrong, he wouldn't even have the chance to save himself and prepare.
Perhaps, he really didn't have many times like this. Thunder Zhanhime and Cui Hua wanted to say something but stopped. They didn't know how to comfort him. San Wu was a heartless person, so he didn't say a word the whole time.
In the end, it was Great-grandmother who personally came out and touched his head. "Soon, we'll be there in half an hour. Don't worry, I'm here. "
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