The okra's face was slightly hot and speechless. Even if she was as open as Li Wenzhong, at least she knew that it was a different meaning to be alone in a room like Chen Fengming.

——But what can we do now?

She closed the door, put down the porcelain cup, and put the lamp on the head of the bed. If Chen Fengming slept smoothly as Li Wenzhong said. She had been out for so long, he had not even moved.

She was a little uneasy - Guan Mo said that Ice Gu Xiehan was an internal injury that even Zhuque had not healed for many years. Chen Fengming - would it be fine? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but hurriedly take out his hand from under the three-layer quilt. The charcoal fire in the room was strong, and she felt very hot and burned before she could come in. She was about to sweat, and Chen Fengming's hand was still not warm.

You can find that the pulse on the wrist is as old as before, and there is nothing wrong with it. When you touch your forehead, the forehead is no longer cold, hot, and there is no sweating. The face is dry, the breathing is steady, and the stability is so stable that it cannot be stable.

It should be nothing. Although Okra's heart was relieved, he felt a little at a loss and sat down on the couch to calm down. This false tossing - Chen Fengming was sleeping well, and he was always awakened by disturbance. Suddenly, he turned around in a blur, and Okra was startled and quickly jumped up.

"What... what time is it?" Chen Fengming asked in a half-dream and half-awake. He wanted to turn over and felt heavy on his body. He reached out and waited for pushing. How could the three thick quilts be pushed away so easily? He pressed his body heavily on his body. But he couldn't tell whether it was tired or comfortable for a moment, so he simply continued to commit himself to it and stopped moving.

"It's probably...it's been over an hour." Okra's eyes flashed, "Are you feeling better?"

Chen Fengming couldn't tell if it was better. It seemed that - it wasn't so cold. But - it was still a bit of hallucination that I didn't know whether to describe it as drowsy or light. "When will I fall asleep?" He couldn't seem to remember at all, "You've been here?"

"Just-Guan Mo came just now." Okra said, "I went out to see him."

"Well, what are you saying?" Chen Fengming was obviously not completely awake, and then he thought of it after asking, "...he woke up so soon?"

"I woke up and brought the worm." Okra turned around and took the water cup on the table, "Do you want to see if it's useful?"

"I won't watch it..." Chen Fengming's tone was still a little exhausted, as if he was about to fall asleep again, "Let's go tomorrow..."

"You...you don't ask where he got this insect?" Okra was eager to tell him.

"Well, where did it come from?" Chen Fengming's eyes were closed and he asked casually.

"Don't sleep for now!" Okra pushed him. Chen Fengming had to open his eyes - under the light, Okra's face felt a little dim.

"What's wrong?" His eyes narrowed slightly.

Okra little by little talked to Chen Fengming before and after meeting Guan Mo. When talking about the details of the past, he lifted the lamp and sat on the stool. He felt his chest tightness and almost couldn't speak.

Chen Fengming was very sleepy. After hearing these words, he woke up completely. After a while of anxiety, he suddenly stepped back into the bed and gave up half of the place, "Don't think too much, go to bed first, I'll go find him tomorrow."

This tone was really unusual, as if sleeping on the same bed was extremely ordinary, so Okra was stunned - she almost suspected herself under the dim light. She then felt very upset, "I'm talking to you, but you... are you thinking!"

"I'm afraid you're tired." Chen Fengming looked sincere, "——What are you thinking? You don't think I'm willing to make you sleep all night?"

"I..." Okra really couldn't have an attack, "...I'm not tired, you don't have to worry." She seemed to regret that she had hoped that Chen Fengming would resonate with her and relieve her thoughts of complaining. She stood up suddenly, turned around and walked back to the table to release the lamp and the porcelain cup. "You go to bed, don't worry about me. I won't bother you." Her tone suddenly became cold.

Chen Fengming turned over from the layers of thick quilts and looked far away, "It's midnight, I have to be happy to listen to my response to Guan Mo's affairs."

"I don't want to hear anything now." Okra sat down with a whimper.

"Guan Mo-I had already thought about it in my heart. So I felt that there was nothing to say. I would like to talk to him tomorrow about how to take over Huansheng."

"You mean he's willing? How do you know?" Okra glanced at him unconsciously.

"You haven't thought about how a bug that has been stuck for forty years can suddenly come out today?"

"Isn't it because the Gu Master died?" said Okra, "When Guan Feigu dies, the Gu insects he cast must have changed."

"That's right. But don't forget that this is the Gu worm that the Gu master could not activate nearby. It has been dormant for forty years - how long has it been forty years? Can you imagine? Apart from Guan Mo's inability to speak, there is nothing that can even prove that the insect is still alive. From the baby to today, it has long been one with the internal organs. If it were you, would you dare to move lightly?"

Okra's throat was chilling when she heard it, and she bit her lip and didn't speak.

"The pronounciation said that he had seen him reach his hand into his mouth. If I guessed correctly - even if the Gu Lord died, his Gu power would not be enough to activate this stuck Gu worm - the only way is to force it out with his hands. If the Gu worm is alive, once it can move, it will produce a very poison; if it dies, the coexistence of these forty years is equivalent to pulling out his own flesh and blood. If a person has not thought of the answer, has not decided to break the past with one knife, nor has he gained the enlightenment of death, he would never be able to do it."

Okra's face was pale, and his hands on the edge of the table were trembling slightly.

"I think that's what I said before that inspired him to make this decision." Chen Fengming sighed, "'Gu Man' - it's really incredible. I thought Guan Sheng wanted to kill him, which was a limit that he could not accept. Now it seems that I underestimated him - he really knew it, but he was willing to pretend not to know."

"Of course it's incredible. Even though he knew how those people treated him, he would have to help them for so many years - wouldn't it be better to make up his mind to leave earlier?"

"He has read the log. I can't say that - he is Guan Feigu's biological son."

"If it's a biological child, wouldn't it be - wouldn't it be even more terrible!" said Okra, "What kind of person do you need and what kind of heart can do that? If it were me, I would rather not have such a father!"

Chen Fengming laughed: "Yes - compared with him, I can't say the word "miserable" at all."

Okra was slightly stunned, and after a while, he said, "The so-called 'tragic' cannot be used to compare, sometimes it is just different from each other." After a pause, "You...you... didn't finish talking at that time."

"say what?"

"Tell me when I was a kid - tell me about your father."

"You want to listen?"

"...you said it to me."

"My father—I have nothing to say. I have a very weak impression of him. I have never met him a few times and I don't remember anything I said, just as if nothing had happened."

"Then why..." Okra said, "I heard that you were dying at that time, but you said, "I want to go back to Luoyang?"

"Is that right? I said it?" Chen Fengming was a little surprised and thought, "That must not be because of him - Luoyang, and it is not only Chen Yong who is missed."

"No matter what... you always miss your family, right?" said Okra, "Have you... never been back?"

"Then look—when will you accompany me back?" Chen Fengming smiled.

He then sighed. "Actually, there are no one there. All the families in the Central Plains have declined. I asked a few years ago that the Shen family had already gone south. Now the whole family is not sure whether they are gathering or dispersing, and where they are drifting. If you take you to Luoyang, you can only look at the ancestral home and let you see the two yards I lived with my mother when I was a child."

"Did you... leave the Shen family because your mother passed away?"

Chen Fengming glanced at her. "No. After my father died, we left." Seeing that she looked confused, she said again: "Do you know? Heizhu assassinated the four leaders of Luoyang back then."

Okra was shocked, "Hei... Heizhu? Assassinate... your father?"

"Oh, I forgot. You Lingyin people are all deaf in the world, and they are all used to "Listen". "Chen Fengming smiled, "——It was a sensation in the martial arts world back then. At first, I didn't know what happened, but I just felt something was wrong in the village. My mother didn't want me to be suspicious and told me the truth about my father's stabbing. Of course she felt sad, but when I heard it, I was shocked, but in fact I couldn't be sad. What's the difference for me? Even for my mother, it was just a matter of missing a living person to missing a dead person. What's the difference? At most, I just thought in my heart that I am his son, and I should be sad and angry. But I always doubt that if I die, would he be sad or angry?"

"Of course it will be - the father in the world, no one is wrong..."

"The father in the world is like Guan Feigu, right? I didn't say that - my father must be like this, but I have not even had the opportunity to figure out where he is like Guan Feigu, or - is he like Zhuque to treat you, like Shan Jiquan to stay on Shan unintentionally, like Xia Zheng to treat Junli? Until he was dead, my mother and I were soon driven to the coldest and most deserted courtyard in the village, and the surface harmony that could barely be maintained on weekdays no longer existed, I felt that - that father was not unimportant. Perhaps this was the most painful thing for me by his death - no one could speak for us mother and son in a place I could not see."

Okra didn't speak.

"My mother was not an ordinary woman in the Sushu Pavilion. She stayed in the Shen family and endured her love for her, all because of her affection for my father. Since there was no one in the Shen family, she had no reason to live under someone else's roof and was coldly watched. When she left, she only brought me, only her piano, and even a piece of gold and silver. She didn't want to be honest, but she didn't know how the malicious person could let her go - no matter what she did, there would always be people saying, 'I just lost my husband and I thought of leaving,' and 'I can't keep anyone from knowing the origin'. At that time, I didn't know how to beat those people for her, and let me breathe this breath. My mother didn't care. She told me that when I was old in the future, I still didn't know how many people I would meet and say no. If I went to care one by one, I wouldn't care about it."
Chapter completed!