Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

Snow-white walls, bright energy-saving lamps, and light green explosion-proof glass welded with iron fences.

Li Huowang, who was wrapped in two layers of **** clothes, watched everything around him quietly and seriously.

In the eyes of Li Huowang at this time, the very monotonous environment around him seemed to be so vibrant, as if the tone had improved a bit out of thin air.

It's just because everything is true and not false.

From Hongzhong's memory, Li Huowang learned that Xinsu's extremely powerful ability, the innate energy in his body, was nothing else, but a part of the Heavenly Dao.

Just like the turbidity of the heart can tear the world apart, as long as the ability of the heart element can be used perfectly, it can also be used to cultivate the truth.

When he understood this, the confusion in Li Huowang's heart disappeared completely. He didn't need to distinguish between true and false. As long as he cared about it, whether it was true or false, it could become true.

"Clang", the sound of the iron door made Li Huowang look towards the door.

First, two tall prison guards walked in from the door, holding police equipment in their hands and wearing bulletproof stab-proof clothing, standing on the side like a door god.

From among them, came Sun Xiaoqin with a food box. She seemed to be very dissatisfied with the existence of the two of them.

"You young people are really, oh, they said that if I am here, there will be nothing wrong, and you have to follow, one is not enough, and two at once, are you busy in this prison? ?"

In this regard, the prison guards are also full of complaints. "Aunt Sun, don't embarrass us, this is a dead order from above, don't look at us as part of the system, we can guarantee income during droughts and floods, but we only earn a few thousand yuan a month, and now the house prices are almost equal. For some money, it's really not worth dying for your son."

Sun Xiaoqin seemed to want to continue complaining, but when he saw Li Huowang looking at him, he immediately walked over with the food box. "Son? Wake up! Come on, eat, today, I made your favorite winter melon and pork ribs soup!"

Li Huowang looked at the other person's face, that very familiar but very kind face.

The plastic short-handled spoon took half a spoon of rice from the food box, and then stirred up half a piece of pork ribs and winter melon, and finally delivered it to Li Huowang.

Li Huowang put this simple but delicious food into his mouth and chewed it gently.

He enjoys this rare delicacy calmly, and he no longer has to worry about whether he is eating winter melon ribs or rust nails and mud.

Looking at the corners of Sun Xiaoqin's crow's feet, Li Huowang said softly, "Mom, there's no need to be around me 24 hours a day, you usually rest, and I will get better and better in the future."

"What nonsense are you talking about, the more you get to this time, the more you can't get rid of people around you!"

Hearing this, Li Huowang stopped persuading him, because he knew that it was useless to persuade him with the other's temper.

This meal was rarely eaten calmly, and there was no accident in the middle.

Just when the two guards guarding the gate couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, he saw one of his colleagues walked into the ward with a man in his 40s and 50s.

"It's okay, this is the father of bed number 13."

The three prison guards saw at the same time that the man was walking towards the bedside of Madman Wu with a bag of small oranges in a red net pocket. …

"Dad." Li Huowang stared at this somewhat unfamiliar man. He didn't have much time to wake up, and even more so when he bumped into his father by his side.

"Why are you here? Why didn't you notify me before you came." Sun Xiaoqin blamed her husband, and walked out the door while holding his wrist.

Through the window with the iron fence welded on, Li Huowang saw his parents huddled around their necks and muttered something together, occasionally peeking at him.

Li Huowang looked at their backs with very complicated expressions. The clothes they bought in the past seemed a little big at this time, and they were all thin.

Five minutes later, Li Huowang saw his father re-enter the house, while his mother left with a lunch box.

"Do you want to eat oranges?" The two sugar oranges were taken out of the red net pocket by a pair of rough hands.

Seeing Li Huowang shaking his head, he peeled off the skin and put it on the bedside table beside him.

"how are things?"

"Not bad, the environment here is very good."

"How are you sick?"

"Alright, I mean it."

"Oh, all right."

The two of them had something to do with each other, but gradually no one spoke.

It seems normal that the conversation between the two is broken. Compared with the white-faced mother at home, the black-faced father does not have much time to communicate with each other.

Li Huowang silently observed the other party, the bloodshot eyes and the faint dark circles in his eyes proved that the other party lacked sleep.

The slightly yellowed collar and the oily cuffs proved that his clothes had not been changed for a while.

And on the bald hair, the white hair is much more than before, and the beard has not been shaved for several days.

And this man is his father, Li Jiancheng.

Looking at his son who was tightly bound to the hospital bed, and the scar that slashed across his face, Li Jiancheng sighed deeply. He reached out from his jacket pocket and took out the shriveled and wrinkled Cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette from it, held it in the corner of his mouth, and lit it with a green transparent lighter.

He took a deep breath of the cigarette and exhaled it slowly, as if he was smoked, and his eyes seemed a little wet.

"Master, I'm sorry, now there is no smoking in the prison area, please cooperate."

Hearing the warning from the guard at the door, Li Jiancheng quickly extinguished the cigarette, looked left and right, but found no ashtray, and finally wrapped it in the peeled orange peel.

"Dad, didn't you quit? Why did you smoke again?"

Li Jiancheng smiled and put the lighter in his pocket, "I'm upset, it's okay, this cigarette is cheap and doesn't cost much."

"I'm not talking about money, but body."

After a long time, Li Jiancheng sighed deeply again and said: "It's my father's fault, I didn't find out that you have this problem earlier, I checked on the Internet, the sooner the mental illness is treated, the better, if it was discovered before, maybe won't-"

"Dad, this matter has nothing to do with you!" Li Huowang couldn't help but interrupted the other party directly~www.wuxiamtl.com~ This is a physical problem. Since I am a xinsu, this is my life and I cannot escape. , you don't have to blame yourself, I will handle it, don't worry. "

When he saw the corner of the other's mouth shaking slightly, Li Huowang knew that he should not explain anything to him.

He didn't know anything about the world over there. Telling him about his heart would only make him think that his condition was not good.

"It's hot." Li Jiancheng's words were full of exhaustion and bitterness. "I know you can't tell the difference. It's alright. It's ok if you can't tell the difference. Dad doesn't blame you."

"If you like to stay there, then stay there. If this makes you feel comfortable, don't worry. I have everything here, and Dad can stand it."

Hearing this, Li Huowang felt sour in his heart, but he didn't say anything. He was afraid that the moment he opened his mouth, tears would flow out of his eyes.

The two father and son continued to sit silently until the prison guard came to invite someone. Li Jiancheng, who was tired but tense, stood up, touched Li Huowang's head with his hand, turned and left the ward.