This knife bandit is also a real ruthless person, and Tang Jian, who faced me under the lightning, actually made a move full of desire to survive-

He jerked out his hands and grabbed at the blade.

However, such struggles are in vain.

The bandit's hands clutched at the blade, and blood flowed down instantly.

In an instant, he let out a scream of pain and anger.

I didn't even hesitate at all, my face turned hideous, and I suddenly pushed Tang Jian forward: "Give me death!"

The two palms of the sword bandit were cut off by the sharp Tang Jiansheng.

It was a real cut, and the bones were not spared, and the two fragmented, bloody severed palms fell directly to the ground.

"Ah——!!h

His screams were terrible and short, and they stopped abruptly.

Because the Tang Sword in my hand has already pierced his neck.

"Poof!"

I pulled out the Tang sword, and the blood suddenly splattered up, splashing my face.

I figured I must have looked bloody and horrible now, but I didn't even wipe my face, and ran frantically towards my dad's room.

"Dad!" I saw the scene in front of me, and suddenly felt a thunderous rumble explode in my mind.

My ears buzzed like a swarm of bees, and my mind went blank.

Because Murong Wing Chun was rushing towards my father with him, and my father had a Finnish snow cavalry knife stuck in his chest, and the blood had already stained his chest.

Behind her, there are three women from the Peng family, my mother, and Little Pudding. Their faces were heavy and ugly, and my mother sat down on the ground with tears on her face and a trance look.

"Stop... Stop it. My father's lips pursed, and his face was so pale that he couldn't see the slightest blood.

Murong Wing Chun frowned, but stopped as he said.

"What the are you doing standing there?!Take my dad to the hospital!" I felt like there was a fire burning in my chest, and my internal organs wanted to be ignited.

Murong Wing Chun looked into my eyes calmly and said in a low voice, "He's hopeless." ”

I shuddered and grabbed her by the collar, "You're hopeless!"

Murong Wing Chun just looked at me like that, his expression was as cold as a robot.

"Son, son, dad is hopeless, you... You know. My dad spoke with difficulty, squeezing out a far-fetched smile that was uglier than crying, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

At this moment, I realized how vulnerable I was.

At this moment, I realized that the man I once hated in my eyes was actually so important.

Tears welled up in an instant, and I cried and shook my head, unwilling to accept such a fact.

My father grabbed my hand with difficulty, and the muddy old tears flowed out, and he said intermittently: "Dad is useless, Dad is not a man, and you two are living so badly." ”

"I've been in the bag for a lifetime, and I've helped your mother block a knife. Before you die, you can still be a big man, you have such a Lao Tzu······"

My dad looked at me expectantly, and seemed afraid to hear the negative answer: "No shame, right?"

I choked up and couldn't speak, and my mind was churning. First nodded vigorously, and then shook his head vigorously: "No shame! My father is a man who stands up to the sky!"

My dad grinned, just laughing and laughing and started coughing incessantly, blood gushing out of his mouth.

"Son, help me to your mother's side. My father spoke with some urgency, his voice already hoarse, and he felt like he was about to die.

I hurriedly took her from Murong Wing Chun and helped him to my mother's side.

My father sat down in front of her, and then stretched out his hand with great difficulty to pull out the knife in his chest.

My heart was pounding and I reached out to stop it.

The pain of pulling out this knife was absolutely unimaginable, not to mention that in an instant, blood would directly gush out like a fountain, which would only increase the speed of his death.

But my dad looked at me with a begging look: "Help me pull it out." ”

I just felt my hands numb, I couldn't breathe, and my mind couldn't think, "Why?"

My dad smiled sadly and said in a trembling voice, "Let me hug your mom again." ”

I swallowed, gritted my teeth, and pulled the blade out.

In an instant, blood gushed out.

My mom cried bitterly and hugged my dad, a bloody man.

Everyone watched this scene and did not say a word.

And my father's hands, before they were on my mother's back, were already hanging down weakly.

My mother hugged my father and cried bitterly, and fainted directly under the emotional turmoil.

Zhu Yunxiao and Yu Caiwei were also startled, and hurriedly went up to probe my mother's breathing, and then breathed a sigh of relief, turned their heads to look at me and said that I had fainted.

And I looked at everything in front of me, and suddenly everything in front of me felt so unreal.

Suddenly, I nervously laughed "hehe".

Little Pudding was startled by me and hid behind Zhu Yunxiao, only revealing half of his little face and looking at me nervously.

"Who stabbed this knife?" I asked in a hissed voice, looking straight at Murong Wing Chun.

Murong Wing Chun frowned and reminded, "The murderer is dead. ”

I carried the blood-stained Tang Sword and showed a crazy smile: "If you die, you can escape?"

I walked slowly towards my father's room, the tip of Tang Jian's sword dragging on the ground, making a piercing grinding sound.

"Lin Fei, what are you going to do?" Zhu Yunxiao pursed his lips and looked at me.

I gave her a weird, blood-stained smile and didn't say much.

In the room, there were three bodies lying in pools of blood.

The one of them did not have a cavalry sword by his side.

I stared at the corpse, then rode on top of him, tore his clothes, and threw the steel plates aside.

Without any superfluous words, I held the Tang Sword behind my back with both hands and raised it high.

"Poof!poof!"

One sword, another sword, blood splattered all over my body.

Until the corpse was so damaged that it was like a hornet's nest, I didn't stop.

"Enough, Lin Fei. This is Yu Caiwei's voice, which seems to be a little calm.

"What did you say?" I grinned and turned my head to look at her.

Yu Caiwei was frightened by my appearance and took a step back, and said in a somewhat hurried trembling voice: "I said... That's enough. ”

I gritted my teeth, my emotions were completely irrepressible, and I roared like a madman: "Lao Tzu can't say enough!"

"Not enough! Not enough! I don't have enough!"

The words fell, and I stabbed them with another sword.

Pierced the heart of the corpse.

I twisted it hard with a hideous look and stirred it to pieces.

Then I grabbed the pieces out and stuffed them into my mouth, biting them hard with my teeth.

Like a bloodthirsty beast.

That's how I feel right now.

I want to eat his flesh and drink his blood!