Chapter 653 When I carry the burden, I will help you carry it all over
"How did Qin Zu know this?"
Could it be that Qin Shouan came to this place out of boredom and told stories with the shadow left by Qin Guixuan, or was it the bottom-up kind?
This is obviously impossible.
"Why bother with words," Qin Guixuan said, pulling out a memory from his mind: "Extracting memories to let people know a person's thoughts and feelings is just a simple trick."
Well, these are all big guys, and they have mastered many secret techniques and techniques that even Qin Xuan cannot catch up with today.
"Qin Shouan's helplessness stems from Qin Daoxue, but your fate stems from Qin Shouan..."
"Boom!"
After Qin Guixuan finished speaking, he crushed the memory fragments in his hand: "See for yourself..."
A ray of light blue light poured into Qin Xuan's eyes like running water. It was at this time that Qin Xuan saw a man, a man who was somewhat similar to his father Qin Qixian.
"My name is Qin Shouan," the man's eyes were a little lonely. He raised his head with a helpless smile on his face: "I am the son of Qin Wuya, a descendant of an executioner whose hands are stained with blood..."
The majestic palace and the splendid throne.
The white-haired old man, hunched over, sat on a gorgeous stall, and behind the old man was the staircase leading to the throne.
"The twenty-four tribes have clean gates and palaces. They have the imperial prison and power over the government and the public."
"Today, there is only one voice left in the world," a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy stood in front of the old man. He looked at his father: "Your voice."
The old man closed his eyes and meditated. He seemed tired, very tired...
"Then do you think I did the right thing?"
He could live forever, but in the end, he chose this rotten body. Perhaps in Qin Wuya's view, this was the best destination for him.
"I don't dare to say right or wrong to my father." No matter what others say, the young man always regards the old man as his idol and his hero: "Because if you don't kill them, they will kill us.
!”
Right or wrong, in his eyes, his father is a hero.
He sacrificed everything to protect this family. He only roared at the unfair sky once in his life!
"Right or wrong, future generations will comment," the old man's voice was very weak, as if he might collapse at any time: "But I will regret it for the rest of my life!"
A hero has no regrets?
But he regretted it, so he is not a hero.
He is just a selfish tyrant who creates massacres for the anger in his heart and his ambition.
"Shougan..."
The old man looked at the young man under the stairs: "People all over the world say I am a madman, and they are right."
"When I gave up seeking medical treatment, used my body to gain fame, and suffered all the humiliation," the old man slowly opened his closed eyes: "From the moment I strangled your infant brother to death with my own hands, I already
Crazy!”
At this moment, Qin Xuan's heart suddenly shook!
'He is our child, he is our child!!'
A beautiful woman held on to the young man's clothes. She cried and begged him, but the young man looked at her calmly.
'There will be more,' he gently touched the woman's face with his hand, and then wiped away the tears on her face: 'We will have children in the future...'
His eyes were red, and tears kept pouring out of them, but he didn't wipe them away. He was very calm, both in his heart and in his hands.
‘Baby~~~’
'ah!!!'
The baby's cry, accompanied by the woman's heartbreaking cry of pain, blew out the candles in the room, plunging everything into darkness.
"Why?"
The young man could not believe that he had admired and regarded his proud father since he was a child. Even though he had been pointed at and cursed behind his back since he was a child, he had never hated or questioned him: "Why did you tell me today?"
These?"
Qin Wuya's destiny is only 3 stars, and the highest level is level 3.
The chance of a Level 3 natal being able to conceive a child for the Demon Painter is too low.
Having a child is already a gift from God, but when faced with this child, he made a choice.
On one side is his lifelong ambition, and on the other side is the tragic end of losing his descendants!
Even if one day he really succeeds, at that time, will his destiny be able to give him another heir?
If there is no Qin Shouan in the end, then what is the use of all he has done in his life?
So he is gambling, taking the last nothing he has, and gambling!
"At that time, I could only kneel and grovel in front of everyone." The old man said: "So, he came at the wrong time. To me at that time, a child was just a burden. The word family meant nothing to me at that time.
Words are your greatest weakness."
"At that time, I thought."
"If someone threatens this child's life, let me take it." The old man raised his crutch and then nodded on the throne behind him: "Am I willing to trade the country in my hand for it?"
Don't want to!
Qin Xuan looked at this scene, and he labeled Qin Wuya. The selfish and ungrateful Qin Wuya would never abandon his country and his dominance for a child. Otherwise, he would not
He killed his eldest son with his own hands.
"I do!"
It was precisely because he was willing that he strangled his child to death with his own hands.
He was afraid, afraid that such a day would really come to pass!
"I didn't expect that a person like me could be so lucky in his old age," the old man looked at the young man in front of him, tears streaming down his turbid eyes: "God has treated me well!"
"Defend the shore."
"Um?"
"Is the money enough?"
Qin Shouan nodded: "The money you gave me will never be spent in a hundred lifetimes."
"Then, those treasures and the beasts," the old man asked again, "Are they powerful enough?"
"Very strong," Qin Shouan said, "With them by my side, I can ensure a safe life."
"That's good..."
The old man stood up from the stairs with his cane: "I can give you everything, but there is one thing I can't give you."
Qin Shouan subconsciously looked up and looked at the throne behind the old man: "It?"
"Yes, I can't give it to you," the old man slowly turned around, but his eyes when looking at the throne were so disdainful and contemptuous: "I can't give you my kingdom either."
"I'm not interested."
"I know," the old man looked at the throne. Even at the moment he captured it, he did not feel the slightest sense of accomplishment. Instead, he felt only loneliness and loneliness: "This road was chosen by Qin Daoxue, and I have to take it."
, but do you know why I have to leave in such a hurry?"
"Why?"
This is not only what Qin Shouan wants to ask, Qin Xuan also wants to ask.
"Because when I carry all the burdens for you," the old man turned back and looked at him helplessly but kindly: "Only then can you be free and live your own life..."