Chapter 201 Ping Yi

Li Pingyi heard a cry in a daze. He walked a few steps and saw a little boy sitting outside the door. His eyelashes were wet and he was crying. The sun shone on the side of his face, making him look quite cute. Li Pingyi took a step forward. Then he heard a childish sound coming from his mouth.

"Brother Xiu..."

The boy raised his eyelashes and turned to look at him. Li Pingyi heard himself swear:

"I'm also sad when you die."

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"Well."

The blurred vision gradually became clearer, and Li Pingyi finally woke up from his dream. He felt that his whole body was in terrible pain, his mouth was bitter and astringent, and filled with the smell of blood. The bones in his chest were broken, and his legs were also in pain that made him numb, most likely. broken.

Two flies were flying in front of him, chasing each other in the air. Li Pingyi wanted to reach out to drive them away, but nothing was raised. He squirmed a few times on the bed, and finally found a person sitting quietly beside the bed, with a dark complexion. Like a stone statue, just sitting quietly, looking at him.

"Father……"

Li Pingyi uttered two words, and Li Xiewen's expression did not waver at all. He just looked at him quietly, neither happy nor sad.

"Where is my hand..."

Li Pingyi's mind was in a trance, everything seemed far away and near in a daze, and he shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Gone."

Li Xiewen finally moved his throat and quietly spit out two words.

Li Pingyi was stunned for a moment as if he had been slapped. All the memories finally came to his mind. The orbs, thunder and fire, and the collapsed house. Li Pingyi suddenly squirmed violently and shouted:

"Young Patriarch?!"

Li Xiewen's throat moved and he spat out two words again.

"Gone."

Like a chicken suddenly stuck in his throat, Li Pingyi clucked twice, tears bursting down his cheeks, and he said:

"Gone."

Li Xiewen looked at him faintly, watching Li Pingyi go from crying silently to crying loudly, then from crying loudly to swearing, and finally stopped suddenly.

Because Li Xiewen slapped him.

"Snapped."

Li Xiewen slapped his other cheek again with his backhand, making him dizzy. Then he reached out and touched his neck. Li Pingyi squirmed on the bed for a while and cried:

"Father, I still have unfinished business."

Li Xiewen looked at him coldly. Li Pingyi squirmed on the bed, looked around, and finally saw the half-burned wooden slip on the bedside. He stopped crying and whispered:

"The young master of the family asked me to give this book to Young Master Yuanyun. I'm sorry to trouble my father."

Li Xiewen hesitated, finally shed two hot tears, and said in a hoarse voice:

"That orb was offered by you."

"It's a child."

Li Pingyi spat out three words from between his teeth and softened as if his spine had been ripped away. Li Xiewen's tears were flowing and he said hoarsely:

"You have been a worry-free person since you were a child. You are smart and clever, and you have a measure of progress and retreat. Except for your lack of spiritual skills, you are no worse than a few children of Yuan's generation."

"Your father and I have been dull since childhood. If I hadn't had a good relationship with Brother Xuanxuan and my younger brothers had failed to live up to their expectations, I would never have been able to take the position of being in charge."

Li Xiewen shed tears and continued:

"Then you were born, and those two black eyes were staring at me. I thought, this child will be a good person in the future, better than me, better than me."

Li Pingyi's mouth on the bed was filled with his father's tears, which were bitter and astringent. He moved twice, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down, and he cried:

"Father...I'm sorry."

Li Xiewen wiped away his tears, patted his eldest son, and gritted his teeth and said:

"Ke Xiu'er is dead... Li Yuanxiu is dead! That's Li Yuanxiu! The young head of the Li family! He's the direct eldest son of the Li family. It's the mission your grandfather gave me and I give you! You know!"

Li Pingyi closed his eyes and replied:

"Father, I know."

Li Xiewen stood up slowly, put the burnt wooden slip into his sleeve, stared at the eldest son's face for a while, then shook off his sleeve, walked out of the room, and closed the door for him.

Li Pingyi was dazzled by the dazzling sunlight brought by the opening of the door. His eyes were crystal clear. As his father left and closed the door, the room fell into deep darkness again.

The dim lights in front of the case were dancing, but they were too far away from Li Pingyi, making it difficult for him to see the surrounding scene clearly. He squirmed like a bug on the bed twice, and poked his head out from the edge of the bed.

He squinted for a while and realized that his eye was injured by thunder and fire, and he could hardly see with his left eye. After staring with his right eye for a while, he realized that there was a wooden barrel under his feet, made of wood from the mountain. The edges were carefully wrapped with iron sheets and tied securely, and not a drop of water leaked out.

This was a basin of blood, which seemed to have been left behind when Li Xiewen wiped his body before. It was fishy and smelly, and a gray rag was floating on the water like a dead fish.

"good."

Li Pingyi estimated the distance, moved the angle with his unbroken leg, took a few deep breaths to relieve the pain caused by the pressure of turning over and touching the broken bones, and kicked hard.

"thump!"

He fell straight into the bucket. The blood had just covered his chest, and a large amount of blood poured into his mouth. Li Pingyi was afraid that he couldn't help but move, so he was stuck in the bucket with his only remaining and only movable leg. Bed corner.

The taste in his nose was getting sweeter and sweeter. Li Pingyi began to cough a series of times, making gurgling sounds in the water. While twitching, he inhaled the blood and violently coughed it out. His body stiffened and tightened, and the urine caused by the analgesia His trousers were soaked.

A beam of light shone before Li Pingyi's eyes, and he vaguely saw his father Li Xiewen's face, his mother's face, and Li Yuanxiu's face flashing past him one by one, and an idea emerged in his mind.

"It's worth it to see him before he dies."

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Li Xiewen outside the door had his eyes closed, his hands were clenched until they turned white, and tears were flowing uncontrollably. He heard the gurgling sound inside disappear, then uttered a few syllables convulsively, and slowly fell to the ground. .

He lay on the ground for a while, unable to tell which side was the beam and which side was the ground. He moved dizzily and saw a pair of leather boots in front of him.

Li Xiewen raised his head and saw a face that was 70% similar to Li Yuanxiu's, except that his eyes were slender and his expression was more ferocious. He stared straight at his face and whispered:

"Uncle Xie Wen, where is Li Pingyi?"

Li Xiewen straightened up and said in a low voice:

"After meeting Young Master Yuanjiao, Li Pingyi felt pain in his heart when he saw the young master of the family dying, and he went away together."

Without looking at Li Yuanjiao's shocked expression, he took out half a burnt wooden slip from his arms, held it up with both hands, and said in a deep voice:

"This thing was entrusted by the young master of the family and is to be handed over to Master Yuanyun. Li Pingyi is worried about this and has already handed it over to his subordinates!"

I have been thinking about this chapter for a long time. I know that it is easy to lose the balance of writing this way...but I still wrote it like this. I don't know how to explain it. I posted an author in the book review area and said, as explained in it, I am a writing person. That's it^