(Anti-theft chapter, replaced at 10 a.m.)

The sound of Bibi's peeling flames burning sounded in his ears, and Ying Xun sat up suddenly.

He stretched out his hands and looked at the wounds healed on his hands, "This..."

What's going on?

"Wake up."

A lazy voice came from his ears, and Ying Xun suddenly turned his head, and the fire illuminated his face.

He lay down by a underground river, just one meter away from him, a fire burning on the ice surface, and a silver-haired boy sat cross-legged by the bonfire, adding firewood to it.

"Who are you……"

Ying Xun looked at the strange boy beside him in shock, his eyes changing.

Everything was too bizarre, which made him not know what to ask for for a moment.

The next moment he was even more surprised to find that the fire on the ground was actually slightly in the air, and there was a surging air below.

This young man is indeed not an ordinary person.

Ordinary people are incapable of lighting a fire on the ice.

So sure enough, he now...

Ying Xun touched the pulse on his wrist and spoke blankly, "So I'm not dead."

"What? You look like you want to die," the silver-haired boy glanced at him, "If you have this need, tell me and I will throw you down again."

Ying Xun glanced at the rushing dark river beside him and smiled bitterly.

"No," he shook his head and looked at his palm, "I can't die yet."

He was carrying so many lives on his back that he was not qualified to seek death.

He let go of Ying Baoyue's hand before, not seeking death, but he just didn't want to take Ying Baoyue's life in vain.

"Oh?" The silver-haired boy narrowed his eyes when he heard this, "It's not that he doesn't want to die, but that he can't die?"

Looking at the other party's interest-filled gaze, Ying Xun couldn't help but feel silent.

Unexpectedly, the other party discovered the loophole in his words so easily. Ying Xun lowered his head, "Because I'm the only one left."

He is the only one and irreplaceable.

He was the only descendant of Emperor Taizu's lineage besides Ying Hanri. He had to support the family, inherit glory, and get back what belonged to his father.

So he cannot die unless he has to.

"You're the only one left?" The silver-haired boy played with a dagger in his hand. "All the people in your family are dead?"

Ying Xun was stunned and suddenly found that the snake-handled dagger in the silver-haired boy's hand was the one hand he gave to him before leaving. He touched his empty arms in panic, and he quickly reached out to grab it.

"This is my dagger, please give it to me!"

The silver-haired boy shrank his hand back and raised his dagger high, "Your?"

He looked at the dagger in his hand, "I recognize this dagger."

The silver-haired boy said lightly.

"This is my old friend's dagger." The sound of Bibi's peeling flames burning sounded in his ears, and Ying Xun sat up suddenly.

He stretched out his hands and looked at the wounds healed on his hands, "This..."

What's going on?

"Wake up."

A lazy voice came from his ears, and Ying Xun suddenly turned his head, and the fire illuminated his face.

He lay down by a underground river, just one meter away from him, a fire burning on the ice surface, and a silver-haired boy sat cross-legged by the bonfire, adding firewood to it.

"Who are you……"

Ying Xun looked at the strange boy beside him in shock, his eyes changing.

Everything was too bizarre, which made him not know what to ask for for a moment.

The next moment he was even more surprised to find that the fire on the ground was actually slightly in the air, and there was a surging air below.

This young man is indeed not an ordinary person.

Ordinary people are incapable of lighting a fire on the ice.

So sure enough, he now...

Ying Xun touched the pulse on his wrist and spoke blankly, "So I'm not dead."

"What? You look like you want to die," the silver-haired boy glanced at him, "If you have this need, tell me and I will throw you down again."

Ying Xun glanced at the rushing dark river beside him and smiled bitterly.

"No," he shook his head and looked at his palm, "I can't die yet."

He was carrying so many lives on his back that he was not qualified to seek death.

He let go of Ying Baoyue's hand before, not seeking death, but he just didn't want to take Ying Baoyue's life in vain.

"Oh?" The silver-haired boy narrowed his eyes when he heard this, "It's not that he doesn't want to die, but that he can't die?"

Looking at the other party's interest-filled gaze, Ying Xun couldn't help but feel silent.

Unexpectedly, the other party discovered the loophole in his words so easily. Ying Xun lowered his head, "Because I'm the only one left."

He is the only one and irreplaceable.

He was the only descendant of Emperor Taizu's lineage besides Ying Hanri. He had to support the family, inherit glory, and get back what belonged to his father.

So he cannot die unless he has to.

"You're the only one left?" The silver-haired boy played with a dagger in his hand. "All the people in your family are dead?"

Ying Xun was stunned and suddenly found that the snake-handled dagger in the silver-haired boy's hand was the one hand he gave to him before leaving. He touched his empty arms in panic, and he quickly reached out to grab it.

"This is my dagger, please give it to me!"

The silver-haired boy shrank his hand back and raised his dagger high, "Your?"

He looked at the dagger in his hand, "I recognize this dagger."

The silver-haired boy said lightly.

"This is the dagger of one of my old friends."

Ying Xun's movements froze, and he looked up incredibly at the boy who looked about the same age as him, "Do you... know my father?"

The previous master of this dagger was his father Ying Su.

"Oh?" The silver-haired boy looked at Ying Xun, "It turns out that you are Ying Su's son? You look quite similar."

Yeah?

I see.

No, it should be true.

Ying Xun was stunned and sat back to his original position in depressed manner.

"Did you rescue me because you know my father?"

The silver-haired boy's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at the dejected boy on the ground, "That's right."

Actually, it's not all, but he has a premonition that it would be more interesting to answer like this.

"That's it," Ying Xun smiled bitterly, "Thank you, senior."

Sure enough, this young man saved his life because of his father.

He does have an excellent father. If it weren't for his father's sake, he would probably not have lived now with his qualifications.

"What? You look very unhappy," the silver-haired boy handed the dagger to Ying Xun, looking at his expression with interest, "Do you hate your father?"

"No!" Ying Xun raised his head suddenly and immediately denied it. But his eyes touched the other person's eyes, and his voice lowered, "It's not like this..."

"Oh?" the silver-haired boy tilted his head, "What is that?"

"I'm very ashamed," Ying Xun lowered his head, "I can't replace my father at all."

He knew very well what the ministers who raised him from childhood wanted.

They didn't want to raise him, but they wanted to raise a second Ying Su.

Ying Xun's movements froze, and he looked up incredibly at the boy who looked about the same age as him, "Do you... know my father?"

The previous master of this dagger was his father Ying Su.

"Oh?" The silver-haired boy looked at Ying Xun, "It turns out that you are Ying Su's son? You look quite similar."

Yeah?

I see.
To be continued...