Suddenly, a strong wind pounced on his head and face. Cheng Muyou felt that he could not open his eyes and could not breathe. He blocked his hands above his head and encouraged him to support him for a while, but finally he couldn't resist it. His legs became weak and he leaned back on the steps.

With a loud "boom", the stone steps were shaken into several sections. The gravel flew away, and his neck was stuck by something cold. Cheng Muyou bit his lips and opened his eyes with all his strength.

The first thing that caught my eye was two huge yellow eyeballs, which contained anger, majestic and arrogant. Looking up, there were two flying silver beards and a thick and long body, with green scales covered with the other end, and the other end was deep in the dense clouds above his head, making it impossible for him to bring her whole body into his eyes.

Although he had imagined dreaming of such a scene, when he saw her true body with his own eyes, he was still deeply shocked: it raised its head and raised its beard, glared at it, and was majestic, but its hair was long and fluttered, winding and colorful, and was so graceful.

Yin and Yang merged into her body, turning into such a beautiful and somewhat unreal appearance. Even though her sharp claws were jamming his neck, he still sighed from the bottom of his heart.

She stuck him between her claws, and the longest pointed claw in the middle pressed against his throat, making him unable to move at all.

She didn't say anything, but a sound came from his head, like thunder and huge waves, which made his eardrums hurt.

"Cheng Muyou, have you seen it? This is my true body. It is easier for me to kill you than an ant. If you are tactful, don't dissuade me again, otherwise I will crush you into dust."

Cheng Muyou opened his mouth, but found that his throat was pressed tightly by her, and he could not make any sound at all. He could only look at her, and the shock in his eyes turned into a little pity. He hoped that she could feel his feelings. He knew that if he looked back now, everything would be too late.

"Girl, girl, forget it, they are all their own people, why are they fighting to the death? Look, Lord Cheng's wounds are bleeding again. It's cold, you want him to die here." The right ear was scratching his head anxiously, while also pulling the sharp claw.

The huge eyes seemed to move, and Cheng Muyou could even feel them staring at him, staring at the increasingly larger blood stains...

Suddenly, the pressure on his body disappeared. He leaned on the ground and coughed a few times, quickly looked up at the sky. But wherever he saw, there was only a huge tail, appearing in the clouds.

Soon after, Yan Niang's voice floated down from the sky, "Right ear, help me watch him, don't let him ruin my business."

***

Wang Shiyun squatted in the middle of the yard, holding a shovel in his hand and mixing a pile of mud on the ground. He was already thin, but now he squatted down again. Looking from a distance, he was completely hidden under the shadow of the courtyard wall.

Wang Weiting didn't see his father either. At this moment, he was walking out of the house in panic and trotted all the way toward the courtyard gate, so when he suddenly hit Wang Shiyun, he screamed out "ah".

After seeing clearly that his father was squatting on the ground, Wang Weiting breathed a sigh of relief, but then he hid the bag he held tightly in his hand behind him and said in a panic, "Father...Father, why haven't you rested here and brought the mud here?"

Wang Shiyun's eyes swept over the bag, but he quickly lowered his eyelids and focused his attention on the mud on the ground again. He said slowly, "I saw that the seams on the wall are getting deeper and deeper, so I wanted to repair them. Weiting, if you are fine, just help me."

Wang Weiting was already anxious, but now he heard what he said, he said impatiently, "It's midnight, why do you think of repairing the wall? Besides, with your current status, there is no need to do these hard work in person. Tomorrow, I will find a few bricklayers to ask them to organize their homes. These broken houses are really disagreeable to your identity."

Wang Shiyun was still talking to the mud, "Identity? What is the identity? Our Wang family counted from me and worked as a farmer for several generations. I remember when I was a child, there was only one broken tiled house in the family, but it was a house that had been lived in decades for generations. The house was broken, and the walls were cracks. Your grandfather often asked me to repair the walls. At that time, I had to study every day, from nine to five, so I couldn't open my eyes, so I was unwilling to do such tiring work anymore. I often made various excuses, such as raining and what was too hot. You know what your grandfather said, "He said, "With mud on rainy days, and rub the walls on sunny days."

He smiled softly, "I don't understand why he is so strict with me. So, when you are born, I spoil you, I give you everything you want, even if I and your Mother's Day are frugal, I will make you live a life of freedom. But later, I finally understood your grandfather's painstaking efforts and finally understood that I was wrong, but I could no longer turn back after this step by step." He looked at Wang Weiting, "Do you know when I began to regret it?"

Although Wang Weiting didn't understand why his father suddenly told him about the past, he could vaguely hear something in his words, so he reluctantly said patiently, "When?"

"The day you died," Wang Shiyun stood up, turned his head to look at Wang Weiting, with a cold current mixed in his deep eyes, "I saw the blood in the bed, I saw you and your wife lying in a pool of blood, I saw my newly formed grandson being pierced with blood holes. At that moment, I realized that I was wrong, and I finally understood your grandfather's painstaking efforts. Weiting, I don't blame you, I blame myself, because your death was caused by me."

Wang Weiting heard the tragic situation when he died, and a chill suddenly burst out from behind. He was silent for a while, took a deep breath, and barely calmed down. He stepped out of the yard step by step, but the bag in his hand was tighter by him. "Father, why are you doing these things? Am I doing well now? I...I'll go out and come back later."

Wang Shiyun looked at his son and his eyes flashing in the dark. He tried his best to find a little ruthlessness in it, because after Wang Weiting died, he had heard others' comments about him. They all said that Wang Weiting was a cruel man and treated his servants harshly, so he was worthy of death.

However, he failed because he saw only one thing from Wang Weiting's flashing eyes, that was himself.
Chapter completed!