Yin Zhiqiang held Yin Geping's hand, panting, gritted his teeth and said: "Geping, Yin, Yin family, I'll leave it to you, you ...... You have to keep ......."

Every time he said a word, some blood gushed out of his mouth.

Yin Geping hugged his body, his eyes were red: "Okay, don't talk, save your strength." ”

Yin Zhiqiang shook his head: "I can't do it, actually...... Over the years, I have been, always proud of you, my affairs with your mother have nothing to do with you, so many years, I have suffered you. ”

"Don't say it, don't say it......" Yin Geping finally burst into tears.

He heard his father's words, and he had the meaning of explaining his last words.

Yin Zhiqiang stared at his son, his eyes full of pity and remorse.

To say that for so many years, because of Yin Geping's mother, it is false that he has not been angry.

But he knew that this son, who had been estranged for many years and had always been on his heart, had never disappointed him.

As if sensing something, Yin Zhiqiang's eyes widened violently.

He squeezed Yin Zhiqiang's hand and trembled violently: "Answer...... Promise me that you must guard the Yin family!"

Yin Geping also knew something, he hugged his father and burst into tears.

"Okay, I promise you, as long as I live, I will definitely guard the Yin family!"

Hearing his son's promise, Yin Zhiqiang's body was completely relaxed, and the pupils of his eyes dilated rapidly.

His mouth opened and closed slightly.

"Go...... Flat ......"

The faint voice was full of remorse, pity, and pride with honor.

The person in his arms stopped moving, not even breathing.

Yin Geping hugged him, his face was dull, and when he looked carefully at the bottom of his eyes, there was nothing.

......

In the afternoon, the hidden market.

The Monks' Congress Contest has ended.

Or rather, forced to end.

The current assembly of the monks was chaotic, with screams and fights intensifying.

Many people are caught in a scuffle.

Time goes back to half an hour ago.

At that time, the Yin Moon Sect and a monk were fighting on the stage, the two of them were embroidering their fists and legs, you hit me, I touched you, like a family entanglement, and it was not enough to end this meaningless competition.

It wasn't long before the assembly of monks was surrounded.

The disciples of the Yin Moon Sect on the stage saw the people surrounding them approaching, as if they had received a signal.

He no longer deliberately teased his opponents, but subdued people with one move, brutally killed them, and then rushed off the stage and began to kill other innocent monks indiscriminately.

The other disciples of the Yin Moon Sect also took action, and together with the people surrounding the monks' conference, they killed everyone who had invited them to participate in the monks' conference.

No one noticed that during the fight, a small group of people quickly moved closer to Gu Jin and An Mingji.

The person at the head is none other than Allen.

He led people quickly to the front row of the competition platform.

Soon, Alan led someone to stand in front of An Mingji, and he raised his hand and saluted respectfully.

"Master, we're late!"

These people are the Darwin family's supernatural people, there are about thirty of them, and they quickly supported An Mingji, Gu Jin and others.

An Mingji lifted his eyelids, glanced at the people behind Ai Lu, and wrote lightly: "It's not early, it's not too late, the time is just right." ”

This was no sense of blame, and Alan breathed a sigh of relief.

When he brought people over, he met a group of people, and after cleaning them up, he delayed some time.

Fortunately, he rushed over at the beginning of the chaotic battle, and did not let the head of the family and Gu Jin do it himself.

The monk assembly fell into chaos, many innocent monks were brutally killed, Yu Shuo and the others couldn't sit still: "Master, should we make a move?"

Gu Jin smiled: "No one is stopping you, you can go if you want." ”