The professor was right. Although he and Shangguan Hanting were brothers and met the basic conditions for blood fusion, the blood of the innocent came too violently and was difficult to control.
Lu Zixian's cold black eyes were stained with a layer of scarlet. He felt that his blood vessels were about to burst, and he let out a painful roar---Ah!
Lu Zixian had a very long dream.
In the dream, he went back to his childhood. At that time, he was still very young and had just learned to walk. One day, he stumbled while walking and fell down.
His little hand rubbed against the ground, and a piece of skin was broken on the palm of his hand, which hurt a lot.
At this time, he heard the voice of his father, Lu Sijue. He admired his father so much when he was very young. His father was tall and straight, and he was a business emperor. His deep and heavy aura always made him love and fear him at the same time.
He hurriedly got up from the ground and ran to the door. He saw his father just getting out of the luxury car on the lawn. His eldest brother was here. His father lowered his tall body, stretched out his strong arms, and hugged his eldest brother directly.
In one's own arms.
His father had never hugged him. At that time, his eyes were full of tears. He secretly hid his injured hand behind his back and hid behind the door.
From that time on, he learned to stay away.
Stay away and you won't get hurt again.
As soon as the scene changed, his ears began to be filled with various noises, including the fierce quarrel between Aunt Yinyin and his father, and the various complaints and calculations from his mother Liu Zhaodi. At a young age, he accidentally ran into his father's study and saw his father's collection.
The scroll in the drawer.
He opened the scroll, and it was the first and only time in his life that he saw his biological mother Liu Yingluo.
What a beautiful person.
At a young age, he felt a movement in his heart, as if something was affecting him in the dark. He wanted to take a second look, but then his father appeared and directly reached out and snatched the scroll from his hand.
That day, his father got angry and scolded him violently, telling him not to step foot here again. He also said that he could not touch the people in the painting.
That's it, all his warmth withered before it had time to bloom.
Those loves have never had anything to do with him.
The scene changed again, and everything returned to the streets of the imperial capital many years ago. The sun was shining brightly and the spring breeze was blowing. He met Xia Xiwan, the girl he loved most in his life.
He worked with her to save people, and her five soft, green-white fingers passed through his fingertips and interlocked with his ten fingers.
In the underground base, he was poisoned, and she sacrificed her life to save him. Her warm voice was in her ears - Zixian, I am here, I have always been there.
He opened his eyes and looked into her pair of bright pupils. She was looking at him and smiling at him.
Worry arises from love, and fear arises from love. Lu Zixian remembered that a wandering eminent monk once came to the door of the Lu family and said that he wanted to make a fortune for the second son of the Lu family.
There is a saying in the hexagram---Life is full of love and obsession. If you don't know how to love others in your life, but you know how to love others the most, how can you end up well?