Iron-faced king.?

These three words seemed to carry magic power, and at this moment, a spell was untied.

The tall man in front of him seemed to have been greatly hit. The three words with magic pulled him back from reality. He forgot to breathe for a moment. He stood there stiffly, and his hand slowly lowered and hung weakly on one side of his body.

I looked at him without saying a word.

But after a while, I saw his hand slowly lifting up again, but reached towards his own face.

He took down the hideous iron mask by himself.

A familiar face appeared in front of me.

Although many years ago, when I was captured by Luo Shi's people to Shengjing, I had already learned about the Iron-Faced King from General Ba. I heard about his legendary experiences and even knew that his appearance was very similar to Huang Tianba, but when I really saw that handsome face was as beautiful as a natural person, I still couldn't believe my eyes, and I just felt that everything should be born in a dream.

But how could there be such a real feeling in a dream?

How could I see Huang Tianba Nianhua getting old in my dream?

He is the same generation as my parents, and is over fifty years old. No matter how handsome and beautiful a person is, when his youth passes away, all he has left is vicissitudes and waste. But he still has the charm of the past with the flying jade face. The outline of the face is still clear, the forehead is full, the bridge of the nose is straight, the angular lips are neither thick nor thin, and the whole face is just right. These are not the most similar parts of him and Huang Tianba. The most similar ones are those bright eyes that are almost charming, with beautiful shapes and distinct black and white. It seems that God gave him such a gift at the most pleasant time, and he also incorporated the stars in the sky into his eyes.

If Huang Tianba's eyes are a pool of wine, and the fragrance of the spring is fascinating, then his eyes are this vast sea, deep and elegant, and unbearable.

And how many vicissitudes of life have you seen with such eyes?

I looked at his eyes and seemed to have seen the changes of the years.

Of course, the vicissitudes are not only in his eyes. I knew from General Ba that although the Iron-Faced King is handsome, he is a tough guy who conquered the four fields on the horse's back. He never cared about his appearance, otherwise he would not have shown himself with a green-faced and fanged iron mask for many years. A man like him would naturally not care about his appearance like those women or white-faced young people. The one I see now, his face is dark, rough, and his perfectly shaped lips are all cracked by the sea breeze, and he has added some disharmonious "patterns" to such an overly handsome face.

If those who regard appearance as life see him as "trashing" themselves like this, they will be crying bitterly: "The sanctuary is mourning! The sanctuary is mourning!"

Looking at him like this, I don’t know whether I was addicted to the past or the shock to him, but I couldn’t take my eyes off for a moment.

After a long time, I gently said, "Uncle."

He looked at me and looked at him, as if he felt something, and did not speak immediately.

I spoke again and started to stutter: "I have always wanted to see you."

I have a lot to say to you.

He was silent for a while, but slowly said, "But I really didn't expect to see you. I always thought that maybe one day, Huaiyin would come to see me." He paused and looked at me again. I clearly saw a hint of melancholy in his eyes, and then he said, "You don't look like your mother at all."

I smiled.

But for some reason, tears suddenly surged up when this smile, almost burst out, but I just gritted my teeth and endured it, and even said with a smile: "But, some people who have seen me and my mother say I look like him."

He looked at me for a while, still shook his head and said lightly: "You are not her."

“…”

At this moment, I seemed to understand.

In the eyes of many people, I am as temperament as my mother, but in his eyes, I do not look like my mother, and I don’t even have a similar look that makes him recall the past. No matter how much my temperament is like her, I am not her.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

It seems like a bad counterfeit product is placed in front of a person who truly understands it, and all the bad patterns become a joke.

But he didn't notice it at all, or even if he noticed it, he wouldn't care about the embarrassment and loneliness in my heart, and just asked: "Where is your mother? Is she here?"

“…”

I fell silent for a moment.

If I had argued with Xue Qian before, but now, the Iron-Face King is standing in front of me, and the light in his eyes when he mentioned my mother could not be concealed. At this time, if I had to talk about them again, or if he had no admiration for my mother, he would have been talking lies with his eyes open.

So, when that sentence was said, I also felt a little difficult-

"She, died."

As soon as he finished speaking, the iron mask he held in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. The heavy sound echoed in this spacious room, and it magnified countless times, rumbling endlessly, making people's hearts tremble.

He froze for a moment and looked at me: "What did you say?"

"My mother, she passed away."

“…”

“It’s been many years.”

After saying this, I calmed down, but could not say anything else, especially looking at the dark face that looked like an iron mask, full of resolute expression, a crack suddenly appeared at this moment. His throbbing and confusion were exposed without any concealment in the infinite flashing light in his eyes.

"She passed away?"

"yes."

"Huiyin, she is dead?"

"Yes."

"How--dead?"

"I left Xichuan when I was very young. She passed away the day after I left." I said with a nasal voice: "No one told me how she left. My father did not enshrine her spiritual position in the Yan family's ancestral temple."

I can't continue to say this.

Not only did the unsuppressed pain surge in my heart, but I also saw that the Iron-Faced King's eyes turned red at this moment.

He gritted his teeth, and there was a strong outline on his face. I even heard the sound of his teeth clattering. Suddenly, he turned around and walked to the huge chair in a few steps. He reached out to hold the armrest of the chair and squeezed it tightly, as if he could only rely on that to support himself.

I was about to comfort him, but before I could say anything, I saw him suddenly reach out and slapped the armrest!

I heard a loud "click" sound, and the wide chair was shattered half by his palm. Suddenly, the wood chips splashed, and the wooden chair collapsed with a loud bang. I was shocked and subconsciously took two steps back, but he suddenly turned around and walked to me. His face turned as if he was red, his eyes were flushed, his chest was flushed violently, and he was breathing heavily, as if a flame in his chest was burning.

He struggled like this for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "She shouldn't."

"..." I looked at him stupidly.

He gritted his teeth and said, "She shouldn't."

“…”

"She shouldn't have lived so shortly. No matter how others treat her, she shouldn't have lived so shortly."

“…”

"Although I know, what's in her heart is very serious."

I was so excited, but I tried my best to suppress my Iron-Face King. I felt that something seemed to be swelling and surging in my chest, as if I was about to rush over and over again, destroying everything.

She shouldn't have such a short life.

But, what she was thinking was very serious.

At this moment, I was even unable to think about what my mother looked like and why her thoughts were so heavy?

I smiled sadly, but in order to make him feel better and to make myself more accepting, I said, "Maybe there are some things that make her - it's hard to bear anymore, right?"

The Iron Face King's eyes were almost bloodshot and red, and when he looked at me, his eyes became hot.

"She was forced to marry him by her father, but in the end—" When she said this, my voice choked slightly and she forced a smile: "But she was driven out of the Yan family, and finally at the foot of the West Mountain, she relied on the support of those students and monks. I am also a woman, I-"

Before I finished speaking, the Iron-Faced King suddenly frowned.

"force?"

I looked up at him.

Two deep gullies frowned between his beautiful eyebrows, and looked at me and said, "Who told you that your mother was forced by your father to marry him?"

“…”

I was stunned.

He subconsciously said, "No, isn't that the case?"

However, this was told by the monk Wuwei himself that he was the one who had been with my mother at the beginning, and he kept watching his father and mother meet each other from the end. Moreover, since childhood, he has always taken good care of me, which can be called partiality. Will he even lie to me?

No, I don't believe it.

But, if he didn't lie to me, what does the Iron Face King mean?

I hurriedly said, "Well, what do you mean is that my mother was not forced to marry my father?"

The Iron-Faced King did not answer this question immediately, but narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately recalled something, and a sneer flashed across his face: "Is this what fearless told you?"

I nodded quickly.

"Hmph," he shook his head coldly: "This person is so old that he hasn't been awake for years."

I looked at him with more surprise: "Then, what's going on? I heard Uncle Wuwei say that my father had been locked up for more than two years before forcing her to agree to this marriage. Isn't this the truth?"

The Iron-faced King sighed and shook his head.

"Of course not."

“…”

"Who is Huaiyin? He has been locked up for two years and promised to marry him?" He sneered and said, "If this is the case, then I will snatch her to the grassland and keep her for the rest of my life."

I was stunned. Before I could say anything, I heard him laughing like a self-deprecatingly and said, "But if she was such a person, I wouldn't go to steal her, let alone hold her."

“…”
To be continued...