Chapter 809 What Are We?

The black-armored man descended into madness.

This stemmed from a strong conflict, even a contradiction, between his self-awareness and reality.

It was higher than faith because it touched upon the contradiction of his own existence.

Finally,

the black-armored man stared intently at Tian Tian,

and roared:

"The feudal lords' oath… Those who betray Xia… shall be condemned by the heavens!"

After roaring this last sentence,

the aura on the black-armored man's body began to dissipate rapidly.

Back when they captured him in the snowy plains, he had exhibited similar symptoms more than once; Xue San even described it as charging for half an hour and talking for five minutes.

In the end,

the black-armored man's eyes closed again,

and that sense of "being watched" also disappeared.

At the same time,

Zheng Fan and the others rushed down the steps.

Tian Tian looked at Zheng Fan, smiled, raised his arms, asking for a hug.

The Prince of Pingxi stepped forward, picked up Tian Tian, then hung the little fatty upside down, and pulled down Tian Tian's pants.

"..." Tian Tian.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

This was a real spanking; this was a real beating.

…

When he was little, Zheng Fan had playfully smacked Tian Tian's butt, but that didn't count as a beating; it was just playing with the child, patting him while saying:

"Yo, Tian Tian, your father is Tian Wujing, smack!"

At that time, after being knocked over onto the bed, the child loved this kind of "parent-child game" and would crawl back over on his own, begging to be flipped over again.

But today,

was the first time Zheng Fan had truly… disciplined his child.

At this moment,

Tian Tian was lying on the bed, face down.

His originally pink and tender buttocks were now a mottled purple.

Zheng Fan didn't mobilize his qi and blood, but the strength of an adult hadn't been held back in the slightest. It could be said that this beating was extremely ruthless.

Even the demon lords standing around couldn't believe their eyes when they looked at the "injured" area.

One had to know that in the past few years, Tian Tian had truly been treated as if he would melt in the mouth by their master.

This also meant that their master was truly angry this time.

Si Niang sat by the bed, helping Tian Tian apply the medicine.

Tian Tian bit his lip, forcefully suppressing the urge to cry out in pain, but having his bare bottom watched by a group of uncles in public, especially with Auntie applying medicine there, the blessed child, who already had self-awareness and was relatively precocious in his thinking, was so ashamed that his face turned red.

Zheng Fan sat there, holding a cup of tea, his gaze slightly lowered.

Tian Tian didn't hate Zheng Fan for hitting him just now, but he still didn't dare to meet Zheng Fan's eyes.

The child keenly sensed that

his dad didn't seem to have vented his anger completely yet,

and the fire in his dad's heart hadn't completely dissipated.

Moreover, his older sister, who was usually very disdainful of their dad, was also standing there obediently, with her hands hanging down, displaying a rare obedience.

Because,

Mo Wan saw that Zheng Fan was clutching a talisman in his hand.

The talisman was a gift from Yao Zizhan, said to have been blessed by some great sage.

Mo Wan didn't think that Zheng Fan could do anything to him if he wanted to resist, but the problem was that the surrounding demon lords, these "colleagues," were already showing unconcealed eagerness in their eyes.

There was no doubt that as long as their master gave the order, they would immediately subdue him, and then let their master stick the talisman on his butt again and again.

In fact,

Zheng Fan really wanted to do that.

He wasn't an overbearing person. When dealing with the demon lords, he rarely acted like their master, and he never thought of turning them into his puppets.

But today, the things the two children had done had made him unusually angry.

This anger was like that of an ordinary father seeing his child playing in a rapid river.

It was hard to imagine what a bolt from the blue it would be for the father if an accident happened.

In this case, no matter how hard they were beaten, it was still light. As long as they weren't beaten to death, it was worth it.

If they didn't learn their lesson, they would lose their lives!

But Zheng Fan held back,

because the matter had already happened. Moreover, when they opened the stone gate earlier, they had already sensed the black-armored man's aura inside. Even without sensing it, anyone who wasn't deaf could hear the hysterical roars.

Clearly,

there had been communication, there was information.

There were only three people who had fully received the information inside.

Tian Tian.

Obviously, even if his butt hadn't been beaten to a pulp, it wouldn't be appropriate to have Tian Tian recount what had happened in the dungeon. The child was still young and his language skills weren't strong.

Sha Tuo Queshi.

Sha Tuo Queshi hadn't spoken in a long time, and Zheng Fan also had a headache dealing with this "doting grandfather." It was fine to beat and scold the younger generation, but Zheng Fan couldn't bring himself to lose face with Old Sha, who had saved his life many times. He could only wait until the next time he brought wine to talk to him and scold him a bit.

So, that only left Mo Wan.

Moreover,

Mo Wan had a very powerful advantage, which was that he could work with Blindie to produce results.

Si Niang finished applying the medicine, and Tian Tian subconsciously wanted to pull up his pants, but Si Niang stopped him, saying:

"Wait a little longer."

"Okay."

Tian Tian obediently nodded.

Si Niang got up, gently rubbing her lower abdomen as she walked to Zheng Fan's side, bent down, and said to Zheng Fan:

"Master, let's focus on the important matters first."

"Then, I'll go back first." The Sword Saint said, "It's almost morning; I have to go feed the chickens."

The Sword Saint left. In the eyes of everyone in the room, it was because the Sword Saint didn't want to hear secrets that weren't suitable for him to hear, so he was avoiding suspicion.

But when the Sword Saint returned home,

he directly called his eldest son, Liu Dahu, out of bed. It wasn't even dawn yet, and the dew was still heavy, but the Sword Saint demanded that Liu Dahu practice horse stance in the courtyard with a bowl of water on his head.

The old woman who was used to getting up early to organize the street sweeping work woke up, saw her eldest grandson being punished by his father, took a look, and didn't say anything. She picked up her broom and other things, went around her grandson, and went out.

She knew her "son-in-law's" temperament. He wouldn't punish the child unless something serious had happened. It was only right for a father to discipline his son, and it wasn't convenient for her, as the grandmother, to interfere, no matter how much she doted on her grandson.

Liu Dahu didn't know what he had done wrong, but he still earnestly endured the punishment according to his father's instructions.

After a while,

Liu Dahu noticed that the Sword Saint was also standing beside him, assuming the horse stance with a basin of water on his head.

"Dad…"

"Dad shouldn't have gossiped at home."

"I…"

"You shouldn't gossip either."

Liu Dahu seemed to have thought of something and immediately said:

"Dad, did something happen to Tian Tian?"

"If something had happened, you wouldn't be practicing horse stance here right now; you'd be packing your things and fleeing the city."

The Sword Saint was too clear about Zheng Fan's temper. Don't be fooled by his usual laziness and affectation; when something really happened, he would be crueler than anyone else.

"Dad, I was wrong. I shouldn't have told Tian Tian everything."

"No, it's Dad who was wrong."

"Dad…"

"Hold the stance until noon, then go kneel at the Marquis's mansion. If he doesn't let you up, don't get up. You're the one who wants to be his personal guard; you have to know the rules."

"Yes, Dad, I understand."

…

In the hall of the Marquis's mansion,

candles were lit.

Blindie stood in the center, his eyes closed, his mental chains connected to all the demon lords present.

At the same time,

Mo Wan floated in front of Blindie, his hands slowly placed on Blindie's forehead.

Zheng Fan and the other demon lords also closed their eyes at this moment.

"Why are you so small, why are you so small…"

"He's your father? Your father is dead…"

"Your mother is dead…"

"Don't you want revenge…"

"Where is the king of the Holy Clan…"

"The feudal lords' oath… Those who betray Xia… shall be condemned by the heavens!"

A vengeful spirit, coupled with a mental manipulator, practically "replayed" the scene Mo Wan had witnessed earlier in everyone's minds.

There was no better way to recount it; it was immersive.

Blindie opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, sat down, took out a bottle of Rendan pills from his pocket, poured them out, and put them in his mouth, then picked up an orange and slowly peeled it in his hand.

Mo Wan was also a little listless and disappeared into the red stone.

Clearly, putting on a "movie" was really exhausting for both of them.

Xue San spoke first:

"I feel like that black-armored melon skin was like someone who came to film a scene in the morning, but memorized the wrong script last night?"

A Ming said, "I think we can sort it out properly. There's a line, no, there are two lines, that seem very clear."

Blindie said, "The feudal lords' oath, does it refer to those feudal lords, the three marquises of Yan, Jin, and Chu eight hundred years ago? Betraying Xia, betraying the Great Xia? The Great Xia has already been destroyed.

When we captured that person before, there was a Helian family crest on his black armor, so the black armor is unlikely to be an outsider; he should be a native.

I think the so-called script should be some kind of prophecy, the prophecy that we know, or it's a curse, a curse related to the Great Xia.

Let me brainstorm first and make a framework.

Before the Great Xia was destroyed, the feudal lords followed the Great Xia Emperor's orders to open up the borders and swore allegiance to the Great Xia, but as a result, everyone knows what happened.

The prophecy may have been left by a prophet, maybe some powerful figure from the Xia Dynasty.

The prophecy should be very rich and detailed; it's definitely more than just the fragments that Hu Baimei knows, but she may only be able to glimpse a little bit of the secrets of heaven.

The black armor should have a complete set of prophecies, otherwise he couldn't have immediately recognized that Tian Tian was…"

Speaking of this, Blindie glanced at Tian Tian, who was lying on the bed.

Si Niang said, "The review can be done later. I'm more interested in what kind of existence we, we people, are from the black armor's perspective?

I think this is the real key."

When considering something, you must first consider your own position and orientation, and then think and explore other things on this basis.

Fan Li, who hadn't spoken the whole time, said:

"Baga."

Xue San jumped up and punched Fan Li in the knee,

cursing:

"Idiot, we're talking about serious business!"

"A Li is right."

"Hmm, Master?"

Zheng Fan looked at Fan Li,

then looked at everyone around him,

leaned forward slightly, put his hands together under his chin,

and said:

"Our existence,

is equivalent to…

A bug."

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There will be more later tonight.