Father, although I'm a concubine's son, I'm still your child. Why do you treat me like this?

"Big brother, I respect you and regard you as my closest relative. Why did you hurt me?"

In the dark dungeon, the youth's eyes were blood-red. He raised his head to the sky and roared. Every word he said was blood-curdling, and his arms and legs were made of iron.

In the middle of his forehead, there was a strange bulge. It was white on the outside and black on the inside, like a very vertical eye.

Cold wind. He was the son of County Governor Manor's young master. He had a high-grade spirit platform and a Heavenly Rank Dao pond. He was only sixteen years old and his cultivation had already reached the ninth level of the Bitter Sea. He was the most outstanding genius in the Rosy Dawn County and was as dazzling as the stars.

However, all of this came to an abrupt end a day ago.

His father, County Governor Rosy Dawn, personally handed him a bowl of tea. After drinking it, his fate and soul dissipated. His limbs were numb as he collapsed to the ground.

Then, his elder brother, Feng Ling, who had always been respected, held a strange-shaped dagger and stabbed it into his abdomen, leaving his Dao pool.

As a result, he became a useless person. His talent was amazing, and his cultivation was all in vain.

Until now, the cold was still full of questions.

He couldn't forget his big brother's proud laughter, and he couldn't forget his father's viper-like eyes.

Why was his closest relative, who was connected to him by blood, so vicious?

"Where is he?"

A woman's cold voice came from outside the dungeon.

The heavy cell door was pushed open with difficulty. Accompanied by a faint fragrance, a charming woman came over. She raised her neck slightly and frowned slightly.

It was his cousin, Liu Qingmei.

The Liu Family was destroyed in the early years, and Liu Qingmei had been living in the Wind Mansion.

A cold had been born with a strange appearance since he was a child, and he had been laughed at by others. His master said that he had robbed the stars and become a Taoist. Sooner or later, he would get into big trouble, and everyone would avoid him. Even the servants in the mansion pointed at him and regarded him as a fierce beast. Only Liu Qingmei, who never showed any disdain and cared for him, had a deep affection for him.

"Sister Qing Mei..."

The cold muttered. Looking at the beautiful figure of the person she loved the most, she felt extremely wronged and painful. It was like a torrent surging in her heart, and her eyes were full of tears.

Liu Qingmei did not speak. She just looked at him with a faint smile, and the expression on her pretty face changed strangely. She was excited, arrogant, happy, and excited... but she did not pity him.

Her gaze made her hair stand on end.

"Are you very confused? Why did father and elder brother do this to you?"

Liu Qingmei finally smiled faintly, with unspeakable ridicule and sarcasm in her smile. "I knew that you would die with a grievance, so I came here on purpose to answer this mystery for you."

Her delicate face and pure smile were the same as usual, but at this moment, she looked like a poppy coated with poison.

"You shouldn't have thought that at this moment, father is using the wedding technique and the Taoist pond from your body to rebuild Big Brother's Elixir Field. Tonight, it will be successful. At that time, your amazing Heavenly Rank Taoist pond will become Big Brother's talent."

The cold shivered all over and growled in a low voice, "Why! I am also his son, why?"

"No, you're not!"

"You're not surnamed Feng at all. You're just a foreign bastard!"

"My surname isn't Liu, and I'm not your cousin either!"

"Your father is actually my father. Your big brother is my big brother!"

Staring at the fierce change of the cold, Liu Qingmei sneered and said sternly, "It's been 15 years, and I can finally call my name openly! My surname is Feng, and my name is Wind Bamboo!"

Han Feng's head was buzzing. He shook his head in disbelief and said, "No, it's not true. Sister Qing Mei, are you joking with me?"

"Are you kidding?"

Feng Zhuzhu said sarcastically, "Listen carefully. Your surname is Xiao, and your father is Xiao Muye! You must be familiar with him, right?"

"No!"

The cold wind only felt that the sky was spinning and the earth was spinning. It was as if he had been struck by lightning. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and he screamed like a trapped beast.

Xiao Muye, the famous Perfected Lord of the Spirit Stage 15 years ago, the former county governor of the Rosy Dawn County, was killed by Feng Feng. More than 300 people of the Xiao Sect were slaughtered overnight.

"My father is Xiao Muye?"

After shouting for fifteen years, his father, Feng Xing, had slaughtered all the enemies of his family!

It's better to recognize a thief as a father than that!

Everything that had happened in the past had come to light.

No wonder, no matter what kind of result he obtained, Feng Xing was never satisfied, instead berating him with a fierce expression. At that time, he even said that this was his own plan.

It was no wonder that Feng Feng would always laugh out loud every month when he respectfully knelt down to serve tea and called out the word "father"...

He even had to engrave the words "Xiao Muye" on the puppet that practiced swordsmanship since he was a child...

Fengfeng, how could you be so vicious!

Looking at the young man who was on the verge of collapse, the bamboo leaves gave birth to a strong sense of joy.

She heaved a sigh of relief and said slowly, "Do you think I like you? No! I hate you!"

"From the day you were brought here, my father asked me to change my name and be close to you. From the day you could remember, if I did something bad, I would be locked up and forced to eat. In recent years, because of you, I have broken eight or ten."

"You're born with three eyes. You're ugly and everyone hates you. Do you know how much I hate you for treating you as a disaster? Do you know how much I hate you?"

"I admire my cousin-in-law, but I can't get him because you're stuck in the middle. Even if we call him brother and sister, my father doesn't allow us to communicate with each other. I want to say something intimate with him. Why didn't you sneak around in the middle of the night?"

Fengzhu took out a black porcelain bottle from his bosom and shook it gently. He said in a cold voice, "I originally planned to splash this bottle of rotten noodles on your face and turn you into an ugly monster with pus all over your face. But looking at you now, you are as cheap as an ant. I don't want to fight you anymore."

At this time, a tall and handsome young man in splendid clothes came in. He put his arms around the slender waist of the bamboo leaves and said softly, "Cousin, all the bad things have passed. No one will separate us anymore."

Liu Qingcheng took the liquid and said with a gentle face, "It's better not to touch such a dangerous thing. If you hurt yourself, my cousin will be distressed."

The bamboo leaves rustled and nestled in his arms, looking extremely shy.

Liu Qingcheng looked up and down at the young man who was covered in blood and had a pale face. The smile on his face became stronger. With the attitude of a winner, he said proudly, "Be strong and take good care of yourself. Try your best to keep your life. I'll come back to see you later."

The cell door was slammed shut again. After a long while, the youth raised his head in a daze. His eyes were empty and two lines of blood and tears appeared on his face.

It was a great pity that one's heart would die.

His world seemed to be on the verge of collapsing.

At this moment, the young man only wanted to die quickly and had nothing else to ask for.

"The Lord has reincarnated for tens of thousands of generations. The calamity has finally come to an end. This wisp of Emperor's soul has finally awakened."

A deep voice suddenly sounded in his mind.