"Kneel down, and you make me kneel down to my enemy?" Feng lengsong looks at his father like a madman. The hatred and anger that had been in the heart for a long time broke out like a volcano. Suddenly, with a ferocious and crazy smile, "I understand, I understand. For the sake of that woman, you don't even want your son, even the wind family, don't you?"

"What woman, what are you talking about?" The wind looked from the cloud like the crazy wind lengsong and asked.

"Now, do you want to keep it from me? Do you think I haven't seen that picture in the secret room of my study? Over the years, in addition to practice, you have been looking at the picture all day and night in a daze. Do you think I don't know? Have you cared about your mother over the years? If it wasn't for your empathy, how could my mother become depressed and die so early The wind cold pine roared furiously.

In fact, the reason why fenglengsong was so estranged from his father was not entirely the reason that the wind was from the cloud, but that he had been estranged from the wind from the cloud in his heart.

From childhood, he knew that the relationship between his father and his mother was not close, or even strangers. Feng lengsong did not know why. Until one time he hid in his study to play, he unexpectedly found out his father's secret. Only then did he know that he was empathetic and had someone else in his heart.

When Feng lengsong was seven years old, his mother became depressed and seriously ill, and finally died. In his grief, he blamed all this on the coldness of his mother by Feng Congyun.

He hated his father's ruthlessness, and even more hated the woman in the painting. If it wasn't for her, how could his father have empathized and his mother would have died so early. He had thought more than once that he found the woman and killed her with his own hands to avenge his mother's blood hatred. However, the universe is so big that he doesn't even know who others are. How can he possibly get revenge?

It was not until Ling Chuxi came to the Tianmiao Zongfu. When he saw Ling Chuxi for the first time, he found that the woman's appearance was surprisingly similar to that woman in the painting, and even the charm was seven points similar.

Feng Leng song also concluded that Ling Chuxi must have something to do with the woman, so he transferred all his hatred to her, hoping to tear her into pieces to comfort her mother's spirit in heaven. However, his mind is much deeper than Zhuo Fanglin and Jie Feiying, and he has not rashly tried to find out the details of Ling Chuxi, looking for the best mobile phone meeting.

It's a pity that people's calculation is not as good as heaven's calculation. Let other organs calculate. Finally, Ling Chuxi was defeated. He was seriously injured and his strength was greatly damaged. This time, several elders of the Defeng family were killed and injured.

A breath out of the heart of the backlog of years of anger and hatred, cold loose chest sharp ups and downs, the mood is much calmer.

"You, you know?" The wind asked in a low voice from the clouds.

"Dare you say that the woman in the picture has nothing to do with her? I hate that woman. If it wasn't for her, you wouldn't have ignored her mother, and her mother would not have died so early. Therefore, I hate her, and I can't wait for her to die! I want her to die without a burial place. " Wind cold pine points to Ling Chuxi, maliciously curse way.

"Pa!" The wind shivered from the clouds and slapped him in the face again.

Ling Chuxi has been completely in a daze, vaguely, seems to understand what, but also seems to understand nothing.

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