As Jun Lin affirmed, Feng Shu had already guessed it.

There is a Yin Gu in Junhao's body, but there is no trace of the Yang Gu in Ruan Yu's body.

Not long ago, when Junlin talked about her relationship with Jimo, he once said some inexplicable words.

So that's how it was. She lowered her head and watched countless goose bumps appear from her arms.

This time she took a bath for a long time, and she was so red and her hands wrinkled that she slowly put on her clothes.

Feng Shengzhe was already asleep and was lying in the bed with his back on his back. Jun Lin put his hand under his head and lay in the middle of the bed.

She was a little irritated and wanted to yell or simply drive away violently, but she knew in her heart that no method could come true, so she remained silent and stood there and couldn't move for a long time.

"You can stay overnight and extend your mental learning time infinitely. You can also go to another room to sleep, but the next day you find that you still wake up in this room."

The implication is that if she doesn't sleep, she will be fine. As long as she wants to sleep, she can only sleep here. No matter where she goes to rest, he will catch her back.

Feng Shu pursed his lips and stared at him expressionlessly for a while. His expression was calm, and the look at her was even less turbulent.

There is a knife on the head of the word "名".

There is a knife on the head of the word "名".

There is a knife on the head of the word "名".

There is a knife on the head of the word "名".

...

She thought silently in her heart for a long time before she slowly got on the bed.

After confirming that she had covered the quilt, he immediately turned off the light control system.

"Before I was eight years old, I was very playful. I was a troublemaker who often made my elders laugh and cry. I liked to do a lot of things. One of them was to hide under the bed and sleep. Anytime, anywhere, whenever I was sleepy and found a room, I would hide under the bed."

Even though he was talking, his voice was like a horizontal line, straight as a sword, without any ups and downs.

"At about the eighth birthday, I was tired of reading books and climbed under the bed. I couldn't sleep at first, thinking that I should practice controlling my mental power.

My mental power is extremely hidden. Even if my grandfather doesn't concentrate on finding it, it is difficult to find the existence of my mental power. When he is well-exerted, he is like an omnipresent star network, and he can monitor the surroundings, people, objects, sounds, smells, colors, and everything at any time. I can see, hear, smell, and even attack everything through my mental power.

Of course, the premise is that I did not take the initiative to reveal my flaws, but unless it was sleeping time, I usually couldn't sit still, so I would be exposed repeatedly. At that time, it was a pity that I didn't know how to attack, but I could only defend the simplest way - hide myself.

That day was the best day. I lay quietly under the bed, wrapped my body with mental power using the method taught by my grandfather, armed from beginning to end, and listened to a farce, or, through mental power, I directly witnessed a horror drama.

No matter how young I was, I knew it at that time. So I knew exactly what kind of care was doing when the woman I should call my cousin and the man I should respect my father.

The first time I hid myself perfectly. After getting out, I immediately ran to find my grandmother and told her what I saw. She told me not to speak out, and never let anyone know anything about it, saying that she would deal with it.

I believed her. She was her grandmother after all.

But it was obvious that she didn't take it seriously.

Because that year, I was in great danger and was forced to watch the same scene several times. They didn't notice me once. My mental control level improved by leaps and bounds, hiding under the bed more perfectly, and realizing more clearly that they were in heaven, but I fell into hell.

My grandmother hugged me and cried, asking me to take the scandal into the coffin as a secret.

I want to tell my grandfather that he had been fighting outside at that time. I wanted to contact him. My grandmother begged me and said that if he said that, my grandfather would definitely divorce her. Without her husband, she would die. If she indirectly killed her mother, her son Junhao would also die.

I refused to give in and told her directly that I wanted Junhao to die. When he died, I was willing to admit that he was my father. When he was alive, I would rather have never been born.

Grandma kneeled down and cried.

‘Your father is not a pity for death. But if your grandfather finds out, the fourth brother and your mother Ruan Yu will die.

It was Ruan Yu who led the wolf into the house and adopted her own sister's daughter, and such a scandal happened in the end. She ruined the reputation of the Jun family, and the reputation of the descendants of the Jun family will be infamous for thousands of years. As the patriarch, your grandfather will definitely clean up the door, and it is possible to kill Junhao.

Even if your grandfather doesn't kill Junhao, your mother can survive if she doesn't know about this now. She will definitely commit suicide after knowing it. She is a stupid woman who lives for her husband all her life. Do you have the will to kill her mother because of her willfulness?’

I was scared, so I compromised and kept my mouth shut.

One day later, I discovered something even more absurd. It turned out that I had a sister, my third brother, who was born on the same day of the same year, the same month, but was only five hours late.

That girl kept calling me a fourth cousin. Because she was the only girl, all four of us brothers loved her very much, especially my third brother and I, who were on the same birthday as her, so we always thought it was a wonderful fate and treated her like the little princess of the Jun family, but it turned out to be our half-sister. She is really the blood of the Jun family.

Is it ridiculous, Feng Shu?

You will definitely feel disgusting.

I'm not afraid of you making jokes. After I was eight years old, I started to have nightmares. Before you appeared, if I didn't take medicine, I couldn't sleep well.

From the day I discovered Cong Xin's life experience, I had no way to live in Jun's house again.

Junhao made me disgusted, grandmother made me disgusted. Even my mother, who knew nothing but revolved around Junhao, made me feel disgusted. What’s even more disgusting is the so-called cousin who brought her daughter Cong Xin to visit her from time to time.

But do you know what makes me most disgusted? It is myself. I hate myself for being born in the Jun family. I hate myself for being Junhao's son. I hate myself for not having a baby in my womb, not having a hundred days of death, not having the courage to die immediately on the day I discovered it and end this dirty thing immediately.

I was so scared that I was trembling every day, so scared that I couldn't care about anything except running away.

Later, I lived in the school all the time. Unless it was the New Year or the grandfather's order, I rarely went back to my old house. Later, when the school had holidays, I would go back to the villa. After entering the military headquarters, I was no longer willing to go home and also performed tasks during the New Year.

After running away from home, I made up my mind that unless it was a major event of my grandfather's life and death, I would never step into Jun's family again in my life.

I did it slowly, from reducing contact to missing information, and it took several years to get used to my non-existence state, so that they could think of me as a dead person even in their imagination.”

Then one day, she appeared with his son. He had no way to sit idly, and could only relieve his false death, stand in front of the Jun family alive, and live as the fourth young master of the Jun family again.

In the darkness, he slowly turned around and reached out to put his hand on her waist.

Feng Shu did not move, and her body did not have an instant stiffness.

She fell asleep.

To be precise, she entered a period of time when she was racing against time to operate the mind method, so her consciousness had already penetrated into a very deep place.

He was silent.

Maybe I heard a few words, maybe I didn’t hear a single word at all.

Her pulse was much slower than usual, and her breathing was gentle. If she had looked at him like a flying eagle just now, she was as quiet as a stone, silent, hard and unbreakable.

He won't let him break in, he won't respond, or even listen to him.

He slowly pulled away his hand, turned around again, and hugged his son in his arms.
Chapter completed!