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"That, that, aiyo, why are all of you so stupid!" Tang Rou Er grabbed the tools in the servant girl's hands and lightly walked through the flowers.

"What are you looking at?" Red Cherry approached Tang Ming, holding a bunch of paintings in her hands.

"Miss Red Cherry." Tang Ming blinked and laughed. "I was thinking that if only this life of his continued like this …"

"Why do you think that?" Hong Ying stared at Tang Ming, "You are the only son of Master Tang. In the martial arts world, the Tang Family Castle's position is second only to the Cloud Sky Sect. If you don't want to, no one will force you to do anything."

Tang Ming stared blankly.

That's right, why would he let out such a sigh.

Tang Ming himself knew himself well. He was not a person who would suffer the hardships of autumn and spring.

Tang Ming suddenly approached Red Cherry. "Miss Red Cherry, can you tell me what sort of person I was before?"

"Hmm?" Hong Ying was slightly surprised, "Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"It's just that I suddenly want to know." Tang Ming looked away.

Tang Ming had a strong premonition that he must have forgotten something during that lost memory.

That matter was very important.

"You used to be boring." Red Cherry smiled like a peach blossoming in spring: "All day long with a straight face, just like a small adult."

"All day long with a straight face, like a little adult."

"Who?" Tang Ming suddenly raised his head and found that Hong Ying was looking at him in surprise.

Tang Ming held his head, which hurt slightly. "I'm sorry, Miss Hong Ying. I want to be alone for a while."

With that, Tang Ming pushed away Red Cherry and stumbled out.

"Tang Mu, Tang Ming, where are you going?"

Tang Ming ignored Red Cherry's words. He ran like a madman until he could no longer run.

Suddenly, Tang Ming was startled.

Is he still at the Tang Family Castle?

Tang Ming was absolutely confident in his own strength, especially in the area of Qing Gong. Although Tang Ming did not know how long he had been running for, but with Tang Ming's strength, he should have already run out of the castle.

No, he clearly took Red Cherry and the others with him last time.

Wait a minute, how did they get out of the castle last time? Why didn't he have any memories?

Tang Ming was covered in sweat.

Tang Ming took a deep breath and suppressed the thoughts in his heart as he looked around.

A heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky, and the air was filled with the smell of blood. Suddenly, Tang Ming's face heated up.

"Shocking, no..." Nothing … "It's done …"

Tang Ming raised his head. The pretty girl was hugging a bloodied man. The man was dressed in red, and he wore a mask on his face. In his eyes … Dead silence.

Tang Ming opened his mouth and spoke. He clearly did not know the woman, but he opened his mouth and called her identity. "Aunt …" "Aunt Ruyue …"

The childish voice caused Tang Ming's eye sockets to shrink. He raised his hand and discovered that he had become a child.

The scene suddenly changed. Chu Jungran was dressed in purple, looking like a degenerate immortal, "From today onwards, you are my, Chu Jungran's, disciple."

That pair of eyes was devoid of interest. His entire being was like a walking corpse.

Tang Ming opened his eyes and saw Chu Jungran smiling. Tang Ming pushed him away.

"Little Mingzi, you truly hurt Uncle's heart by doing this." Chu Jungran held his heart, looking heartbroken.

"Uncle?" Tang Ming held his head as he looked at Chu JunRan in shock.

"Otherwise?" Chu Junran raised his eyebrows, "Who do you want? Speaking of which, why are you sleeping in the yard? You look like you're having a nightmare."

Nightmare?

Tang Ming recalled the scene in his dream and felt a chill run down his spine.

Recalling the scene in his dream, Tang Ming suddenly said, "Uncle, do you know about the matter between the Fleeting Blade Master and Fairy Ruyue?"

Chu Jungran almost fell down and his voice was filled with panic, "Little …" Little Mingzi, why, why did you suddenly ask about this? "

"I'm just asking. If uncle doesn't want to talk about it, then forget it." Tang Ming did not take the call.

"Brother Ming, Brother Ming, look! Rou'er has caught a lot of beautiful butterflies!" Tang Rou jumped in front of Tang Ming and opened the bag as if it were a treasure.

Multicolored butterflies flew out from the bag, Tang Rou'er spun around on the spot: "Brother Ming, isn't it very pretty?"

"Yes." Tang Ming lowered his eyes.

For some reason, Tang Ming's heart felt more and more uneasy.

"What do you mean? Brother Ming's praise isn't sincere at all." Tang Rou'er also heard Tang Ming's unintentional words and pouted, unhappy.

"That's right, little Mingzi, it's not that uncle is talking about you, but your appearance really doesn't please girls." Chu Junran smiled, "No wonder Hong Ying said you are a fool."

"That's right, that's right." Tang Rou'er nodded her head in agreement. "Uncle, you've finally said something human."

"What do you mean I finally said something human?" Chu Junran's face fell, and he stuttered, "You stinky girl, you're as annoying as your father."

"If you say I'm okay with it, why are you saying 'Dad'?" Tang Rou'er was unhappy and stuck her waist in between her legs as she glared at Chu Junran.

"Damned girl, do you know how excessive your father was when you were born? He was hugging you and showing off everywhere, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't know that he had a daughter." Chu Junran winked at Tang Rou'er, "It was your Third Uncle who took the risk of being nagged at by your Eldest Uncle. He beat your father up before settling down."

Tang Rou'er opened her mouth in shock.

Her father must have gone too far at the time for her third uncle to threaten her and beat her up.

Once, Tang Rou'er was curious and went to listen to her uncle's lecture. Tang Rou'er did not want to hear that experience a second time.

He didn't even dare to think about it.

"Alright, I won't tell you guys anymore. I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first." Chu Jungran quietly came, then he quietly left again. He waved his sleeves, not leaving a single cloud behind.

"So, what did Uncle Junran come here for?" Tang Rou's big watery eyes looked at Tang Ming.

"That's probably it. Why are you so bored?" Tang Ming said hesitantly.

"Oh, Brother Ming, lunch is about to start. Let's go eat together." Tang Rou'er held Tang Ming's hand and said coquettishly.

"How old are you? Why do you sound like a child?" Tang Ming nodded.

Tang Rou'er made a face and didn't mind Tang Ming's "scolding".

"Big brother Ming, I'm so scared." Tang Rou'er pulled Tang Ming's hand.

"Big brother, I'm afraid …"

Tang Ming's eyes were filled with fear when he saw the two year old girl shivering and crawling into the little boy's arms.

The heavy rain poured down bit by bit, and the rain mixed with the blood washed the ground. Tang Ming took a few steps back in fear.

"Brother Ming?" Tang Rou moved closer to Tang Ming, her eyes filled with innocence: "What happened to you?"

"No." Tang Ming panted, "I'm fine."

His eyes were clear and bright.