Chapter 201

Li Li Pingyi heard a burst of crying in his daze. He walked a few steps and saw a little boy sitting outside the door, crying with wet eyelashes. The sunlight shone on his side face, making him look quite cute. Li Li Pingyi took a step forward and heard a childish voice come from his own mouth.

"Brother Xiu..."

The boy lifted his eyelashes and turned his head to look at him. Li Li Pingyi then heard himself say with certainty:

"I will also be sad if you die."

"Hmm."

The blurred vision gradually cleared. Li Li Pingyi finally woke up from his dream, feeling that his whole body was hurting terribly. His mouth was bitter and astringent, filled with the smell of blood. The bones in his chest were broken, and his legs were also hurting so much that they were numb, likely broken as well.

Two flies were dancing in front of him, chasing each other in the air. Li Li Pingyi wanted to reach out to drive them away, but could not lift anything. He squirmed on the bed a few times and finally found a person sitting quietly by the bed, with a dark complexion, like a stone statue, just sitting there quietly, looking at him.

"Father..."

Li Li Pingyi spat out two words. Li Xiewen's expression did not fluctuate at all, just looking at him quietly, neither happy nor sad.

"Where is my hand..."

Li Li Pingyi's mind was dim, and everything was vaguely far and near. He called out with a hoarse voice.

"Gone."

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

Li Li Pingyi seemed to have been slapped, stunned for a breath. All memories finally flooded into his mind: the treasure bead, the thunder fire, the collapsed house. Li Li Pingyi suddenly squirmed violently and shouted:

"Young Clan Master?!"

Li Xiewen moved his throat and spat out two words again.

"Gone."

Li Li Pingyi was like a chicken whose throat had been suddenly blocked, clucking twice. Tears erupted from his cheeks, and he said:

"Gone."

Li Xiewen looked at him gloomily, watching Li Li Pingyi go from silent tears to wailing, then from wailing to cursing, and finally stopping abruptly.

Because Li Xiewen slapped him.

"Slap."

Li Xiewen backhanded and slapped his other cheek, making him dizzy, and reached out to touch his neck. Li Li Pingyi squirmed on the bed and wept:

"Father, I still have unfinished business."

Li Xiewen looked at him coldly. Li Li Pingyi squirmed on the bed, looked around, and finally saw the half-burnt wooden slip at the head of the bed, stopped his tears, and whispered:

"The Young Clan Master asked me to hand this book to Young Master Li Yuanyun. I'm sorry to trouble you, Father."

Li Xiewen paused and finally shed two drops of hot tears, saying with a hoarse voice:

"That treasure bead was offered by you."

"It was this child."

Li Li Pingyi spat out three words from between his teeth, softening as if his spine had been removed. Li Xiewen's tears flowed, and he said hoarsely:

"You have been sensible since you were a child, smart, clever, and knowing how to advance and retreat. Except for not having spiritual apertures, you are no worse than the children of the Yuan generation."

"Your father I have been dull since I was a child. If it weren't for my good relationship with Brother Li Xuanxuan, and my younger brothers not being competitive, this position of manager would never have been my turn."

Li Xiewen wept endlessly and continued:

"Later you were born, and those two dark, rolling eyes stared at me. I thought, this child will be a person who does things in the future, better than me, better than me."

Li Li Pingyi's mouth was full of his father's tears, bitter and astringent. He moved twice, tears flowing down uncontrollably, and he wept:

"Father... I'm sorry."

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

"But Xiu'er is dead... Li Li Yuanxiu is dead! That is Li Li Yuanxiu! The Li family's Young Clan Master! The Li family's direct eldest, handed to me by your grandfather, and then handed to you by me! Do you know!"

Li Li Pingyi closed his eyes and replied:

"Father, I know."

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

Li Li Pingyi was dazzled by the glaring sunlight brought by the opening of the door, his eyes shining. With his father leaving and closing the door, the room fell into deep darkness again.

The dim yellow lamp in front of the desk flickered, but it was too far from Li Li Pingyi, making him unable to see the scene around him. He squirmed on the bed like a worm twice and poked his head out from the edge of the bed.

He squinted for a while and found that his eyes had been injured by the thunder fire, and his left eye could hardly see. He stared with his right eye for a while and finally found a wooden bucket under his feet, made of mountain wood, carefully wrapped with iron skin around the edges, tied securely, and not a drop of water leaked out.

This was a basin of blood water, seemingly left over when Li Xiewen wiped his body earlier, fishy and smelly. A gray rag floated on the water, like a dead fish.

"Not bad."

Li Li Pingyi estimated the distance, moved the angle with the only leg that was not broken, breathed deeply a few times to relieve the pain caused by the pressure of turning over touching the broken bones, and kicked hard.

"Plop!"

He fell straight into the bucket, the blood water just covering his chest. A large amount of blood water poured into his mouth. Li Li Pingyi was afraid that he would not be able to help but move, so he stuck his only leg that could move firmly into the corner of the bed.

It became sweeter and sweeter between his nose. Li Li Pingyi began to cough continuously, making gurgling sounds in the water, while twitching and inhaling blood water, and coughing it out violently again. His body stiffened and tightened, and the urine brought by the stiffness wet his pants.

A beam of light appeared in front of Li Li Pingyi. He vaguely saw the faces of his father Li Xiewen, his mother, and Li Li Yuanxiu flashing before him one by one. A thought emerged in his mind.

"Being able to see each other before death can be considered worth it."

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Li Xiewen outside the door closed his eyes, his two hands clenched until they were white, tears flowing uncontrollably. He did not stop until the gurgling sound inside disappeared, then he made a few syllables like a convulsion and slowly collapsed 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, moved dizzyingly, and saw a pair of leather boots in front of him.

Li Xiewen looked up and saw a face that was 70% similar to Li Li Yuanxiu, but the corners of the eyes were longer and narrower, and the expression was more fierce, staring straight at his face, whispering:

"Uncle Xiewen, where is Li Li Pingyi?"

Li Xiewen straightened up and said in a low voice:

"I have seen Young Master Li Yuanyuan. Li Li Pingyi saw the Young Clan Master die before his eyes, and his heart was in pain, so he went along with him."

After speaking, he did not look at Li Li Yuanjiao's shocked expression, took out the half-burnt wooden slip from his bosom, offered it with both hands, and said in a deep voice:

"This object was entrusted by the Young Clan Master to be handed to Young Master Li Yuanyun. Li Li Pingyi could not let go of this matter alone and has already handed it to this subordinate!"

I have considered this chapter for a long time. I know that it is easy to drop the average subscription by sending knives like this... but I still wrote it this way. I don't know how to explain it. I posted an author's note in the book review section, explaining it as I did inside. I am just like this when I write things^

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