No one knew his anxiety and worries, and was afraid that his beloved granddaughter would be trapped in love all his life, and even more afraid that she would never forget her true love and end her lonely life.

Like all ordinary old men, he was sometimes happy and sometimes worried, tossing and turning all night and unable to sleep.

He planned to pass the throne to Xin Ru, and then traveled all over the world, digging three feet into the ground to capture Liu Chengwei.

Even if you have the last breath, you will have to fulfill the long-cherished wish of Qi Fang Zhiqiang and his sweetheart.

The big and small things in Yulong Pavilion made him unable to escape, especially Zhou Duan, who made him unable to sleep or eat day and night.

After the man's legs were disabled, he became completely different from before. Leng Xin and Lengxue had no emotions. The Xin family carefully raised his only son, but he chose to turn a blind eye.

Xin Qingyuan knew that his existence was Zhou Duan's greatest fear. Once he left, Yulong Pavilion would inevitably cause a bloody storm.

He had to bear the pain and continue to carry a heavy burden on his shoulders.

That day was the New Year after the year, and the bad news suddenly came. His most beloved granddaughter was brutally killed by the evil man by the pool of Blood River.

Xin Qingyuan was really angry. His little granddaughter was the purest little fairy in the world. He was kind and compassionate and helped the people. In the end, he became a sacrifice for the blood of the demon clan. At that moment, he realized clearly that the Xin family would collapse and disappear.

As he expected, the track of fate became farther and farther, all the children and grandchildren were destroyed, the Xin family had no successors, and their bloodlines had been cut off.

He was filled with hatred and wanted to destroy the demon clan and the Gemini Gate, but the lights of thousands of families in the Yulong Pavilion awakened his reason.

What he shoulders is not only the rise and fall of the family, but also the survival of a sect.

He had to swallow this breath, and he should also treat the deep hatred of the sea of ​​blood as a heavy rain. This heavy rain can destroy the Xin family, not the Yulong Pavilion.

Only by pretending that nothing has happened can the Yulong Pavilion continue to grow and grow steadily.

One thought can build a family, and one thought can destroy a family. He cannot let one person's personal grudge destroy everyone's home.

On a snowy night, he was dressed thinly and sat alone in the Palace of Impermanence, tears of annoyance and blame were flowing. After all his weakness was forcibly suppressed, he walked alone, walked step by step into Nianfang Garden hidden in the barrier, sorted out all the relics of his relatives, hid them in the wooden box, and silently recited countless words of sorry.

No one knew how much blood was bleeding in his heart at that moment, nor did anyone know that he was tortured by guilt, and many deep wrinkles were added to his face.

In the world, I have the same Dharma. It is so difficult to find the same Dharma.

Xin Qingyuan's final choice lived up to his ancestors, but he defeated his close relatives who were connected by blood.
Chapter completed!