From the time I was sensible, I knew that I was different from others.
My mother is the pavilion master of Ling Tian Pavilion, my grandfather is the owner of the Holy Weapons Workshop, and my grandfather is also the overlord of one party, and the people around me are all extraordinary characters, and my identity is destined to be unusual.
The deepest thing in my memory is that everyone else has a father, but I don't, I only have a mother.
But every time my mother would tell me that my dad was the best dad in the world, and that he would only be away for a while because of something, and that he would come back.
Later, my father came back, and it was really the same as my mother said, my father was the best father.
Strong, wise, and hurts me.
My mother loves me very much, but she is also very strict with me, and I have to do no less than others.
When children of the same age were still sleeping, I had already started to cultivate in the yard, and others didn't understand anything when they were two or three years old, but I had already begun to learn some of the things that I could use in the future.
Once, I also felt confused and lost, and I didn't know why other children could be carefree, but I had to work so hard all the time.
This thought was in my mind for a long, long time, until that great war, which completely changed the mind in my heart.
There has never been a person who felt so powerless as he did at that time, and his mother was injured and in a coma for three whole years.
Every day, one of the things I think about the most is that my mother can wake up, I am already trying to become stronger, and I will not hurt my mother.
Every time I go with hope in my heart, but every time I come back with a loss.
Fortunately, in the end, my mother woke up, and my family was finally completely together.
When I was sixteen years old, my father officially handed over the Dark Pavilion to himself, and my mother handed over the Ling Tian Pavilion to me.
After several years of development, Ling Tian Pavilion and Dark Pavilion have become well-deserved leading forces on the mainland, and I know that this is the trust that my father and mother have placed in me.
I remember that day, my father said to me Everything he and his mother are mine in the end, and now it's just in advance, and I'm the Venerable of the Demon Cultivator Clan, Mo Li.
Many people may wonder why I would leave it up overnight, but it doesn't fit my style at all.
According to my temperament, even if I can't erase the night dyeing, I should die with the other party, but I finally let go of the night cultivation, which is really unreasonable.
In the last moment, why let go of the night to repair and dye?
I thought about it myself countless times, and finally I knew why, and in the last moment, I saw that the woman actually didn't want her own life, and wanted to die with me, and in that moment I knew that I was completely wrong.
I still remember the first time we met, I was the Venerable of the Demon Cultivator Clan, and she was the goddess of the Divine Clan.
When did I move my heart, I don't remember, I just feel that heaven and earth are too lonely, and it may be a good thing to have such an opponent.
From the beginning, I just wanted to pay attention to her progress, but later I found that it gradually became a habit.
Sympathy for each other has gradually become a different feeling, what that feeling is, I don't know, I don't know, but I don't reject that feeling.
Later, Ziyan came to the door, and I agreed to Ziyan almost without hesitation, I didn't know why, maybe it was because I wanted to see the other side under her mask.
At the moment when I was sealed by her, I seemed to feel a sense of relief, because I knew that this was not the end, but a new beginning.
During the war, I put the secret technique of the demon cultivator clan on her, as long as she is reincarnated, my consciousness will also awaken, and the connection between the two will not be broken.
This is a thousand years, and after awakening my consciousness, I found a young man, his name is Mo Li.
Born with a fee, he was dying when I met, I promised him to help him avenge him, he willingly handed over his body to me, and from then on I was called Mo Li.
After a long time, I have gradually forgotten my name, Yan Xiu.
But what does that matter, just a name.
I can't tell what it feels like to meet Dongchen, and when I see a man standing next to her, I feel very eyesore.
No one is worthy of standing by her side, not worthy.
Several times and three times, from the beginning of wanting to kill the night repair, in the future, it became a kind of sympathy.
In fact, many times I have been thinking to myself, if I were not the Venerable of the Demon Cultivator Clan, and she was not the goddess of the Divine Clan, would the man standing by her side today be herself?
It's a pity that there is no if in everything, for example, the two are destined to be enemies, and it is impossible to escape fate.
I have the burden of the Demon Cultivator Clan, and she has the mission of the Protoss, which is meant to be immortal, and there is no third choice.
In the last moment, I also thought about it countless times, otherwise it would be better to end up together, so maybe there would be a chance to meet again.
But after seeing her eyes, I suddenly realized that I couldn't.
The man who fought against her was qualified to protect her, and she had already fallen into the abyss and couldn't climb out.
Maybe letting go is the best choice, fulfilling the two of them and fulfilling themselves.
Since then, in reincarnation, I will not remember that there is such a woman, and maybe I will live more wantonly, which is not a good thing.
And she will always remember herself, and that man will always remember herself, which makes people feel happy to think about it.
Maybe a few years later, the two met for a moment, and both of them felt a little sour in their hearts, but neither of them knew anyone.
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As long as you remember that there was once such a woman, insidious and cunning, but she left a different color in his heart, and that is enough.
Mu Qingxue, if there is an afterlife, I will not be the supreme of the Demon Cultivator Clan, you are not a goddess of the God Clan, okay?
I already have the ability to take over these.
Daddy said that he owes his mother too much, and now it's time to take his mother out for a good turn, take his mother to see relatives who have not met for a long time, take his mother to see the scenery of the continent, and live an ordinary life.
Both of them had been so fortunate before, and now it's an opportunity.
This time, I nodded and agreed, now that I have this ability, I should share it with my mother and father.
When my father and mother left, I didn't go out to see them off, because I knew that my father and mother would come back eventually, and it was not a parting.
"Young master, Xuanri is here, there is something to discuss."
The subordinate hurriedly came to report, and looked at the young man in front of him who was more and more similar to the night cultivation and dyeing between his eyebrows and eyes, and naturally felt proud in his heart.
Ye Wuwu's appearance is completely like Ye Xiu Dye, only a few points between his eyebrows and eyes like Mu Qingxue. completely inherited the excellent appearance of the two, at that station, without speaking, it will make people feel afraid to breathe, for fear of alarming people, like a picture scroll.
"Hmm."
I nodded and walked out, knowing that I was up to my responsibilities.
The older generation is gradually retiring, and it will be the world of my younger generation in the future, and I know that only if I am strong enough can I protect the people I want to protect, so I will slowly become strong enough.