btmnovel Chapter 593 Let This Night Remember Everything
Chapter 593 Let This Night Remember Everything
Chapter 593 Let This Night Remember Everything
half an hour,
Zuo Lan's crying gradually became quieter, and she sat leaning against the wall with her legs crossed, her eyes silently looking at her father who was no longer breathing on the bed.
Maybe she was tired from crying, or maybe...
She can't cry anymore!
She murmured and thought that she would sit here for a while. Xin Zhao didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only leave the room silently.
Outside the door, the old Taoist priest who had used Shennong Baicao Liquid stopped bleeding from the wound on his severed arm.
"How is she, girl?!"
"She wants to sit by herself for a while." Xin Zhao's tone was very low, the old Taoist nodded slightly, took out Shennong Baicao Liquid and wanted to return it to Xin Zhao, "This medicine is good, here it is."
"No, I'll leave it to you."
An idea was inexplicably born in Xin Zhao's mind.
If Zuo Lan's father had Shennong Baicao Ye at that time, would he...would have chosen to burn his soul, or would such a thing not have happened.
"Okay, you should go back earlier, it's not convenient for our family to keep you overnight." The old Taoist smiled miserably.
"Zuo Lan, she..."
"I will take care of her. Maybe this girl will bury her father with me. After the end, I will take her to your place." The old Taoist patted Xin Zhao's shoulder heavily, "Young man, don't worry .”
"Then...then I'll go back."
Taking another deep look at Zuo Lan's room, Xin Zhao walked out slowly.
expect……
Zuo Lan can get out of this sadness as soon as possible.
Seeing Xin Zhao leave, the old man couldn't stop heaving a long sigh.Even for him, facing the scene in front of him, he couldn't calm down for a long time.
The three major pains in life are the loss of a father in adolescence, a wife in middle age, and a child in old age.
These three tragedies have caused their Zuo family members to encounter them.
Oh my god!
Our Zuo family, what did we do wrong?
He sighed and walked slowly to the door of the room.
"Girl, can grandpa come in?"
Zuo Lan, who was sitting in the room with her legs crossed, had slack and dull eyes. She silently looked at the old Taoist outside the door without saying a word.
The old Taoist pondered for a while and walked back to the room, and glanced at Zuo Huanluan on the bed.
Immediately, he noticed the qi needles that hadn't dissipated until now.
"Girl, you met a good friend."
"But I don't have a father anymore." Zuo Lan's voice was very soft, maybe it became hoarse after crying for too long, "I don't have a father anymore, grandpa, I will be a child without parents from now on."
"No one's life will be perfect." The old Taoist sighed.
"Grandpa, why did the second uncle kill my father and the members of our family?" Zuo Lan whispered softly, and the old Taoist priest's eyes turned red inexplicably, "He will no longer be your second uncle."
"What is the jade ring? He asked me for the jade ring." Zuo Lan whispered.
"Jade Jue has been passed down from generation to generation in our family, and it is our family's responsibility. Your father should leave it to you."
"I'm ruined!"
Although Zuo Lan was smiling when she said these words, her smile was full of sadness.
She hates this jade ring!
If it wasn't for this jade ring, her family would not have died!
The old Taoist was stunned for a while.
Immediately, he was relieved and did not say a word.
Destroy it, then destroy it!
"Zuo Lan, let's have a drink with Grandpa." The old Taoist suddenly took out two small wine glasses while waving his hands, and took out the West Sea Holy Wine that Xin Zhao gave him, and poured two glasses, "Come on!"
Zuo Lan glanced at the wine glass, raised her hand to hold it.
"Come!"
With a miserable laugh, Zuo Lan drank the wine glass in one gulp.
"Good wine, give me another glass!"
In fact, how could she drink? She used to like to steal alcohol because she was greedy, but now she really wants to get drunk, without thinking about anything, and just gets drunk to death.
The old Taoist's original intention was the same, let Zuo Lan get drunk and sleep.
tomorrow……
everything will get better.
He poured another glass of wine for her, and Zuo Lan drank it down without stopping.
"Come again!"
Zuo Lan's small face was already blushing, and the wine glasses in front of him had turned into several.She shook the wine glass that was filled again, touched her mouth and poured it in.
"Again... uh~~ Grandpa, my brother... he knows..."
The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and jingled twice, and the red-faced Zuo Lan also fell into the old Taoist's arms.
Looking at the lovely granddaughter in his arms, the old man shook his head and drank a bottle of holy wine in one gulp.
"Your brother...he should be able to feel it too."
Capital First Martial Arts University.
It was obviously New Year's Eve, when every family was having a reunion dinner, and there was a young man in a black robe in the school's martial arts field, waving a long sword in his hand against the howling cold wind.
"Zuo Mo, you're still practicing!"
A few alumni walked up. Judging from the looks of it, they must have just finished training.
"Ok!"
Zuo Mo, who practiced swords, gave a somewhat cold answer, but those alumni didn't care, they all knew that Zuo Mo was a well-known cold face in the school as his name suggests.
It's not bad to be able to say yes, and he doesn't pay attention to some people at all.
"It's past midnight, go back early."
This time Zuo Mo didn't answer any more. Several alumni around looked at each other, and they all spread their hands helplessly. They didn't bother to make fun of themselves and left the school side by side. They couldn't help whispering when they left.
"Zuo Mo is really hardworking."
"That's right, people, I'm afraid that people who are more talented than you will work harder than you. The top ten seats in the school will be re-evaluated in the new semester, and there must be a seat for him."
"Not necessarily, whoever is selected from the top ten seats is not alone, and he is only a second-year student, so he is so easy to advance."
"The top twenty will be fine."
The other alumni did not refute. They had nothing to be jealous of. If they put in the hard work, they should naturally get a higher ranking.
The top ten may be close, but the top twenty is definitely a certainty.
Zuo Mo heard the alumni's discussion clearly.
His eyes darkened inexplicably, and he swung the blue sword in his hand faster.
噔......
Suddenly, the blade snapped at the waist.
Zuo Mo, who was still swinging his sword, frowned slightly, looked at the gap in the blade, bent down to pick up the broken blade, walked outside the martial field, took out a piece of white cloth, wrapped it, and threw it into the school's trash can.
This series of actions seemed to be done without any consideration.
It's like throwing away a defective product.
Even when he left the trash can, his eyes were a little red and his arms trembled slightly.
That sword was given to him by his second uncle!
After doing all this, he took out a sword wrapped in red steps again, and continued to dance in the martial field. No one knew what time he practiced until.
Only this night witnessed and recorded everything in this world.
(End of this chapter)