Big Bodhi Chapter 168: Free compensation

The breeze swept from an unknown place, and the scrawny old man shook his head, his gray hair was dirty and scattered, and he had obviously not been freshened for a long time.

The wind stopped.

"In the past few decades, all the members of the Zhao family seem to have completely forgotten you unknowingly, and no one has ever brought you food," Ji Yuenian was silent and silent. The earth appeared next to the old man, lowered his head and looked at his turbid eyes quietly, "I just went to Fuliu City to ask, everyone in the Zhao family said that you are dead, this fact is very strange."

The skinny old man seemed to be really dumb, he made a hoarse voice of "Hoho", and his godless, gloomy eyes looked towards Ji Yuenian.

Zhao Xingyan used to be the arrogant Tianjiao who ignited the fifth-grade heart. He was dazzling in the ancient city of Taichu, and was even regarded as the future of the Zhao family for a while.

But for the girl who sinks into a nightmare in the middle of the night, Zhao Xingyan spends days and nights waiting outside her door, using his fifth-grade heart and fire to absorb too much nightmare transformed by the atmosphere of heaven and earth, and finally by A dazzling Tianjiao has been reduced to a worthless person, and his soul is under the long-term soaking of Yin Qi, and it has a sign of stupidity in his mind.

The girl knew that every night she was asleep, there was a man outside the door who was enduring the torment of the nightmare for her.

"Old Patriarch Zhao."

In the narrow courtyard that has been deserted for a long time, Ji Yuenian looked down at the old man's dark gray eyes and spoke softly.

"Ho ho..."

Zhao Xingyan slowly turned over on the dilapidated wooden couch, still not uttering a complete sentence in his mouth.

"For decades without eating or drinking, if you are an ordinary person, I am afraid that even the flesh and blood will rot after such a long time." Ji Yuenian sat down on the wooden couch and fixedly looked at the old man. With thin hands like chicken feet, "What is the wood carving in Zhao Yinyue's memory?"

"Ho ho!"

Zhao Xingyan became excited suddenly, waving his left hand like dry wood, and firmly grasped Ji Yuenian's Mo Yuan cloud-patterned gold thread robe.

"Do you know this person?"

Ji Yuenian thought for a moment, gently brushing his sleeves, a scroll slowly condensed on the side of the wooden couch.

The person painted on the scroll is a snow-clad girl with cold eyes, her beautiful face is enough to shame the moon, the geese and the fish, but her expression seems to always be enveloped in something unspeakable Grief and compassion.

The person in the painting is Zhao Yinyue, whose mood is on the verge of sinking, rather than the extremely proud princess Ao Li.

"Ho! Ho!"

Zhao Xingyan grabbed the picture scroll from Ji Yuenian's hand, and his dry palm trembled and stroking the eyebrows of the person in the picture~IndoMTL.com~ Tears were slowly streaming down the gray eyes.

For Zhao Xingyan, this is his daughter.

For her, aptitude, cultivation, family, mentality... Zhao Xingyan gave up everything he could give up, just for the person in the painting to live well.

Tick.

Tick.

Tears kept dripping on the scroll, and Zhao Xingyan hugged the scroll with his head down, and made a sobbing sob in his mouth.

Perhaps he also knows that the person in the painting is no longer there.

The picture scroll was gradually soaked with tears, and the Xueshang girl's eyebrows gradually blurred. After a few breaths, her figure finally disappeared completely, turning into a cloud of heaven and earth and slowly dissipating.

This picture scroll is condensed by Ji Yuenian based on Zhao Yinyue in the memory of the true spirit, and it is false.

For Ji Yuenian, Zhao Yinyue, who has only existed for sixteen years, is more real, and the noble and unattainable Princess Ao Li seems to be just an ancient and distant legend.