Grandpa punched the wall, and the wall cracked like a spider web, and the arc of spiritual power flashed around the old fist.
Grandpa gritted his teeth and filled his heart with anger, "Blame me, I thought she was dead early, and I never noticed her whereabouts since then. If she was controlled, what kind of torture she had suffered in the past eighteen years..."
Qingge supports Grandpa,
The old man who was usually powerful and majestic was now in a state of collapse and despair. The golden toad crutch in his hand fell to the ground, and his grandfather punched him in the heart.
Qingge looked out the window.
Is Yan Bitong still alive?
Her parents are still alive?
The heart trembled slightly, and complex feelings surged deep in her soul.
In her two lives, what she values most is always love.
Qingge grabbed Grandpa's hand and prevented Grandpa from hitting him excitedly. Grandpa leaned against Qingge's arms and smiled bitterly, "So many children, what I love the most is your mother, but I hate her."
,She is the daughter of that man. Whenever I see Bitong's face similar to her father, I want to punish her. So, Bitong cut off relations with me. When she left Luohua City, she was so determined that she would not look back and leave.
It's like her father, and you can leave as soon as you say."
Qingge patted his grandfather’s back to calm his grandfather’s emotions.
In his life, the person he loved the most was the elves of the Shenyuedu.
However, my grandfather is stubborn and not a weak person.
If you are ruthless, I will stop.
Grandpa could cross mountains and ridges and endure the plane storm to the Shenyuedu, for love.
Similarly, when he saw His Elf getting married, the red wedding dress hurt her eyes, the bright and beautiful bride's glamorousness formed a sharp contrast with her embarrassing and dirty things.
She stole Yan Bitong and returned to the four-star team. In less than half a month, she remarried the eldest son of the Yan family and announced to the public that Yan Bitong was the eldest son's daughter.
Grandpa panted heavily, grabbed Qingge's hand and said, "Qingge, you must find your mother, she must suffer."
"I will." Qingge said: "The Fenyue Palace is the former residence of the fourth elders. The screen world is in the Fenyue Palace. The elder Kongxu once loved his mother, but he was already dead."
"Diet? Feng Qingyang is dead, do you believe it?" said the grandfather.
"Feng Qingyang is different from Kongxu. The fourth elder of Kongxu committed suicide in front of Jialan's gate, which is not fake."
"How can your parents fall off a cliff? Child, you must know that in this world, everything changes, yin and yang coexist, life and death coexist, life and death coexist, life and death are life, whether we are empty or not, we must
Go and find your mother." Grandpa said.
Grandpa picked up the crutch on the ground, expressionless, and suddenly smashed it on the ground. The ground shattered, and the sharp blade of spiritual energy burst into all directions. "Dare to touch my son, five horses will dismember the body, crush their bones and raise ashes."
Her daughter must be alive.
Eighteen years!
If you are still alive, you will inevitably be controlled by others, and neither the soul nor the body will be redeemed.
Qingge's eyes flashed.
Is Yan Bitong imprisoned by Kongxu?
If so, then emptiness is still alive?
If it weren't for emptiness, who would be the person behind it?
What about the night storm-
Does he know that Yan Bitong is still alive? Do he know that Yan Bitong’s whereabouts...
Qingge has a split headache.
The affairs of parents are illusory, especially Yan Bitong, except for a cry of help and a screen world, there is no clue at all.
"I will ask the Shadow Guard to find my mother's whereabouts, so my grandfather doesn't have to worry." Qingge said.
"How can I not worry? My daughter has not returned home for 18 years and she is still controlled. Someone must have made a mistake!" Grandpa's hand held the crutch hard, "If I grab the person behind my back, I
To break the bones of that man inch by inch.”
Qingge hugged his grandfather tightly, and his grandfather's body trembled wildly.
Grandpa always regretted that he did not close Yan Bitong and stopped her from marrying Ye Jingfeng.
If it weren't for being with Ye Jingfeng, how could something happen to Yan Bitong?
Ging and curling his eyes, patting his grandfather's back.
Yan Mansion, Fire Prison.
The fire burned around, and Yan Shicheng was bound by his hands and feet, standing in the center of the fire.
Yan Shibing came with a row of guards. Yan Shicheng drooped his head and his hands and feet were nailed to the cross. When he heard the footsteps, he looked up and saw Yan Shibing, and the fire of hope appeared in his dark eyes. He was very active.
The wounds nailed to the hands and feet were painful, and Yan Shicheng's movements gradually became smaller.
"Bing'er, come, are you here to save your father?" Yan Shibing smiled, his hair hanging on both sides. When he smiled, his face was full of wrinkles, just like a chrysanthemum fluttering in the wind.
Ye Qingge asked Yan Shibing to carry out the execution, and Yan Shicheng felt ambition in his heart.
He can't die.
There is his son here.
Yan Shibing will definitely save him.
"Father." Yan Shibing walked to the flame light and stopped.
"Here help me remove the nail for my father, and go and invite the best doctor in the city. Otherwise, my hands and feet will be deteriorated. And that Ye Qingge will make her proud for two days. In a few days, she will be with her.
Crying." Yan Shicheng said.
Yan Shibing stepped over the flame and stood in front of Yan Shicheng, "Dad, does it hurt?"
"It hurts so much. Ye Qingge is so cruel. When I go out, I will see that I won't peel her." Yan Shicheng said gritting his teeth.
He hadn't noticed yet. Yan Shibing's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he was in the shadows, his eyes were terrifying and frightening, looking at him like a dead person.
Yan Shicheng thought Yan Shibing was concerned about him.
"Don't worry, you can't die for your father." Yan Shicheng said.
Yan Shibing took off the nail embedded in Yan Shicheng's right palm bone. Yan Shicheng sucked in pain and shouted.
He glanced at Yan Shibing, "Be gentle, do you want me to feel so painful?"
"Oh, it won't hurt like this." Yan Shibing silently inserted the big nail into Yan Shicheng's metacarpal bone, deeply embedded it on the cross.
Yan Shicheng turned his head and looked at the nails, blood spurted out wildly. He glared at Yan Shibing, "What are you doing?"
"Dad, don't you feel pain? It still feels hurt? My fault is all mine. Don't get angry with yourself." Yan Shibing pulled out the nail again.
Yan Shicheng vomited blood in anger.
No matter how stupid Yan Shicheng was, he also noticed something wrong with Yan Shibing at this moment.
"You were bribed by Ye Qingge?" Yan Shicheng asked.
"Borrow? How could it be? I'm just doing the right thing."
While speaking, Yan Shibing held the nail and turned around the flames. The nails burned fire. Yan Shibing inserted the nails into the bloody hole in Yan Shicheng's palm.
The flames burned blood and flesh, and the heart-wrenching pain. Yan Shicheng roared like a wild beast, and it was in pain.
"I'm afraid I'm the only one in Luohua City," Yan Shibing said.
Yan Shicheng's eyes widened, "What are you talking about?"
"You still want to deceive me, but to be honest, I knew about this when I was a child. Yan Shicheng, do you think I will save an enemy who killed my father?" Yan Shibing sneered coldly.
"I am your father, don't listen to others' nonsense."
"Father? I am just a tool you use to help you take over the power. You are so ugly when you think you are self-righteous." Don't worry, I will find you a coffin" (To be continued)