The man immediately grabbed him without even thinking, "You can't go in!"

"This is my home!"

He stood in front of Ying Shaolong, with his arms spread out and a look of panic on his face.

He was afraid, but even though he was afraid, he still tried his best to stop it.

"Your family? Believe it or not, I will kill you now!"

Ying Shaolong's face was expressionless, but his words were cold.

It makes people tremble uncontrollably.

He still didn't give in, he raised his neck, determination flashed in his eyes, "Kill me! As long as I live, you will never go in!"

"Anyway, I have lived enough."

After saying that, he raised his neck again and closed his eyes tightly, looking completely unafraid.

If it were the same person as before, he might have left.

Facing people who are not afraid of death, he is filled with awe.

But he is different now. He has grown up and his state of mind has changed. This world is too weak. Being kind-hearted is a weakness.

At the same time, things were different, this time involving his parents.

Bang!

Ying Shaolong raised his hand and the man was sent flying away.

Like throwing away garbage, it flew far, far away.

He raised his legs and stepped into the house.

The room was very dark, with no windows around it. Although the decoration was rough, the details were exquisite.

It's obviously intentional to create a dark atmosphere.

There is a plate on the table, which is covered by a piece of cloth. Although it is covered, there are still light spots seeping out from inside.

When you lift the cloth, the room is instantly bright.

It is a night pearl.

Incomparably bright night pearl.

He looked up, and when he saw the portrait on the wall, he trembled.

The heart stopped as if it had been hit hard.

There was a roar in his ears, and the surroundings fell into dead silence for an instant.

It was Ao Jiuhuang, Wen Jiuyue, and a swaddling baby.

"It's...them."

Ying Shaolong was shocked. To be honest, he had never met his parents.

He had never even seen a photo, but he could definitely tell that the painting in front of him was just his parents.

Those eyebrows, those facial features, and the swaddled baby.

And the jade pendant hanging on Wen Jiuyue's head is hers.

That's her.

Ying Shaolong stood where he was. He imagined seeing his parents many times, either happy or angry, sad or forgotten.

I never thought that one day I would see them on this wall and in this painting.

"I'll fight you!"

After an unknown amount of time, a man's voice came from outside again.

He stumbled in from the yard with a rusty spear in his hand and blood at the corner of his mouth.

When he saw Ying Shaolong reaching out to pick up the painting, his eyes were full of anger.

He picked up the spear and was about to stab him.

Ying Shaolong didn’t dodge, be damned!

The spear was blocked by a void barrier. The man was surprised and struck hard again.

Likewise.

"Where are they?"

Ying Shaolong turned around, pointed at the painting and asked the man.

"I don't know him!"

The man put away his spear and stared at him panting, with only helplessness in his eyes.

He couldn't even get close to this person, so how could he want to kill him.

He stopped taking action.

"Can you tell me now?"

Ying Shaolong took out the jade pendant from his arms, which was exactly the one worn by Wen Jiuyue in the painting.

"Who are you! Where did you get this dragon and phoenix pendant?"

The man suddenly grabbed the jade pendant, his eyes widened and he asked hurriedly.

He looked carefully and found that it was this one!

Indeed, it still smells like September!

"She is my mother."

Bang!

The spear fell to the ground. The ground was covered with loess, but it still made a muffled sound.

The man didn't seem to believe his ears. His body seemed to be animated, and he looked at Ying Shaolong in confusion.

Holding the jade pendant tightly in her hands, she mechanically turned her head to look at the infant in the painting.

"You...are you the child of Master Ao and Miss Wen?"

"No, it's impossible! The child has been sent away by them! If it is sent to an ordinary person's home, it is impossible for you to have spiritual power and practice!"

"You can never step into the ancient martial arts world! It's not you! It's definitely not you!"

The man didn't seem to want to believe it. He shook his head wildly, but the shock in his eyes gave him away.

How is it impossible? These eyebrows, eyes, and appearance are undoubtedly carved from the same mold as Ao Jiuhuang!

Including the cold look when facing the enemy, and the gestures!

Ying Shaolong said nothing and looked at him silently.

The person in front of me is not an enemy, but more like an old friend of my parents.

And they have a very good relationship, otherwise they wouldn’t hang their parents’ portraits at home.

After a dozen breaths, the man knelt on the ground.

"Head of the Huang family in the Dragon City of Daxia, Huang Liang bows to worship the young master!!"

"Huang Liang deserves to die! Please, young master, accept this shameful life from me!"

"Comfort the souls of Young Master Ao and Miss Wen in heaven!"

Bang bang bang!

Three clicks, and blood spilled from his forehead.

Spirit in heaven? Spirit in heaven!

Ying Shaolong only heard these four words.

His heart twitched, and all the strength in his body suddenly disappeared, as if it had been sucked away.

"What is the spirit in heaven! Please tell me clearly!"

Ying Shaolong wanted to reach out and pull him up, but he couldn't lift his hand.

The tinnitus came again.

Even his voice trembled.

Huang Liang looked up, blood mixed with tears running down his chin and falling to the ground.

"Little Master! It's me who deserves to die!"

A roar of pain resounded in the forest.

Just like what Ying Shaolong learned, his parents were hunted down by more than a dozen families and sects in the red forest.

When they attacked, they happened to meet an expert nearby who was trying to survive the tribulation.
To be continued...