C145 (1/2)
”After this war, you will be the hero of the clan, or even the entire demon clan. You will be the hero that stands at the top of the world!”
”I don't want to be a hero, a hero. My hands will be covered in blood. I just want to be like her and stop the bleeding.”
”The wounds on your body can stop the bleeding, but what about your soul?” Jiao Xiang looked straight at Xing Gan, his aged face filled with determination. ”She's my daughter. I'm very sad for her death, but she brought everything upon herself!” How many times had I warned her, and she had insisted, but what had she got in return? The curses she receives are much more than the gratitude she feels for her! ”
”You are her father, but have you ever understood her?”
Xing Qian stood up as well, glaring angrily at Jiao Xiang. After a long moment, he turned his head and said in a low voice, ”Give it to me. I will complete the mission.”
Jiao Xiang paused for a moment, sighed, and waved the wooden staff in his hand. The wooden staff suddenly flashed, and the foot long vine quickly grew. After a few breaths' time, it had grown into a green tree about two feet long.
Jiao Xiang's figure moved and he slowly floated up. He extended his hand into the dense foliage of the tree, and a moment later, he took out a fruit. This fruit was very strange. It was the size of a fist and black in color, and there were lines on it. At a glance, it looked as if the fruit was divided into six parts.
A hint of pain flashed through Xing Qian's eyes as he saw the fruit. He suppressed his deep voice and asked, ”Is this what you've been preparing for the past ten million years?”
”It wasn't prepared by me. It was the blood and sweat of all the dead members of our race. Other than you, no one else can control it this time. That's why I put forward such a condition to you, in order to prevent our clan from getting hurt again.”
Xing Gan took a deep breath and reached out to grab the fruit, but stopped midway. A sliver of struggle appeared in his eyes.
”Think carefully, between your clansmen and your enemies, which side should you be on?”
With trembling hands, Xing Qian grabbed the fruit, opened his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp. He then turned around and walked out of the tree hole without looking back.
Not far away from the cave was that man, beside him was Ah Mu, and there was also a cute little girl. Behind her were a few kids around seven to eight years old, almost sixty years old.
When the man saw Xing Qian come out, he quickly walked up to him and asked, ”What? Are you sure you want to do that?”
Xing Gan nodded. ”I've already agreed.”
”Uncle Xing, the children …”
”Grandpa Xing …”
”Grandpa Xing …”
”Grandpa Xing …”
”… …”
The children shouted at the same time, their eyes full of attachment and respect.
A layer of mist immediately seeped into Xing Qian's eyes, but it quickly dried up. He smiled and stroked the heads of Ah Mu and the little girl. ”Ah Mu, Little Tong, you're the oldest child here,” he said. ”Tell me. Will you miss me after I leave?”
”Yes, I will, I definitely will!”
The tears in Little Tong's and Ah Mu's eyes had almost flowed down as they understood that Xing Gan was going to leave.
”Grandpa Xing, you have to come back early.”
”Yes, I will. As soon as I finish, I will rush back to see you.”
The man's expression was pained. He pulled at Xing Gan's arm and frowned. ”This sort of thing is even more painful for you than killing you. Just let me do it for you!”
Xing Qian shook his head with a smile. ”No one else in the Tree Spirit Race except the patriarch and I can do this. How can you help me?”
The man let go of Qin Lie's hand in frustration. A trace of hatred flashed through his eyes as he looked toward the tree hole, but Xing Gan noticed.
”Don't hate him. He has no other choice. After I leave, you must take good care of them, continue to teach them, and fulfill our dreams.”
”En!” The man nodded heavily. ”When are you leaving?”
”Immediately.”