"You guys are still so small, forget it, this kind of critical moment is only to look at me!" The young man who called himself "Boss" was tall and big, and looked like a bear from a distance, and soon, his hands were covered with red blood. The boy actually used a dagger to cut off the corpse's arm little by little.

This terrifying scene happened so really in front of the eyes of this group of teenagers, but none of them changed color on their faces. The same is true for Yang Fan, looking at the cruel behavior of the teenagers, it is like watching the most ordinary thing.

Shengcheng was besieged for a month, without water and food, and I don't know how many people died. These things that were once unthinkable have become commonplace. Even those who have evil intentions and selfishness, it is not uncommon to kill those who have no grudges at such a moment. Shengcheng, an old city that had stood on the mainland for more than 3,000 years, could no longer give its people any sense of security at this moment. The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk. As its name suggests, the city of ascension, from the day of ascension, is destined to have the day of falling.

"Leader" turned around, and just as he was about to leave, the afterglow of his eyes just fell on Yang Fan.

As soon as he saw Yang Fan, the "leader" pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "I can't ruin your noble identity, so this thing has no part for you!"

Yang Fan stood still under the house and said calmly: "Yang Shu, I didn't open my mouth to ask for you. ”

"That's right, why did you ask me for it?" Yang Shu squinted his eyes and looked at Yang Fan, a smug look appeared on his face, and he sneered: "You are a noble noble young master, how can you ask us civilians for things?"

A red-haired young man walked up to Poplar Tree, spat out a mouthful of phlegm, and said, "Phew, what a noble young master, just a waste person with a weak constitution who can't become a soul guest." If all the nobles were like this, I would still prefer to be a commoner. ”

Yang Shu grabbed the shoulders of the red-haired young man, nodded and said, "That's right, Liu Chao, you are already a soul guest of the Earth Soul Realm, right? We're not nobles, but we seem to be more useful than nobles. ”

Liu Chao shook his head, looked at Yang Fan with contempt, and said: "Now that Shengcheng is besieged, General Chu has no choice, and when the city is defeated, we are all prisoners, how can there be any nobles and commoners." Besides, Yang Fan's father also died not long ago, his only backer is gone, and he is a waste, I am really worried about him. You say, how is he going to live?"

Yang Fan raised his head, his expression did not change in any way because of a "waste", even his mood was still the same as usual, he said lightly: "Is it interesting to say these mean words? Laughing at me can fill your stomach? If you really have the ability, come and kill me." ”

"You think I don't dare? Now the city is in chaos, and no one will care about me if I kill you. Liu Chao took a step forward.

Yang Fan took out the knife on his waist and stabbed it into his arm unexpectedly, blood spilled out suddenly, and his voice suddenly increased, saying, "Come on, come on!"

"This ......" The teenagers looked at each other one by one, and Liu Chao also choked, frightened by Yang Fan's sudden move.

He didn't expect that Yang Fan would be so resolute and ruthless, and he would prick himself when he said that he would prick himself.

Yang Fan said in a deep voice: "Come on, you weren't just a bunch of rhetoric, why are you cowardly now?"

"Let's go, let's go, why bother with this waste. Probably seeing Yang Fan's scary appearance, Yang Shu dragged Liu Chao away, pulled him with one hand, and put the cloth bag containing the corpse on his shoulder with the other hand and left.

"It's not that easy to leave if you want to do this!" When Yang Shu and Liu Chao turned around, Yang Fan threw the knife out fiercely, Liu Chao turned sideways at Yang Fan, defenseless, although his leg took a sharp step forward, it was still a little late, so that the knife cut his leg, and the blood flowed.

"You, looking for death!" Liu Chao was about to have a seizure, and suddenly a blue-haired young man stopped in front and said eagerly: "Forget Liu Chao, Yang Fan's father died in battle, and he is in a very bad mood, don't make trouble." ”

Yang Shu nodded, dragged Liu Chao out vigorously, and said, "Yes, yes, this waste has killed my father, and now he is a madman, what can't he do?" Let's go, let's go first, I'm hungry. ”

In the blink of an eye, Yang Shu and Liu Chao and a group of teenagers left, leaving only the blue-haired teenager who was playing in the round, turning around and walking towards Yang Fan.

The blue-haired young man handed the blood-stained cloth bag in his hand to Yang Fan, and said kindly, "Yang Fan, take this back." I just ate yesterday and I'm not hungry. ”

Yang Fan shook his head, "Zhao Wuji, thank you, but I can't ask for it." I really can't do this kind of thing. ”

"This ......" Zhao Wuji choked for a while, threw his arms down, and said in annoyance: "Hey, even if you don't eat, you have to think about your mother, I know your mother is sick, it's not okay to be hungry!"

"Even if I die, I won't do it. Yang Fan walked forward, bent down and picked up the knife that had just been thrown, wiped the blood off the knife, suddenly turned his head, and smiled at Zhao Wuji.

"No matter what, Zhao Wuji, thank you. You are my friend. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Wuji lowered his head and smirked, and whispered: "Of course, I'm not your friend who is ......?"

Before he finished speaking, when he raised his head, Yang Fan only left him with a back that was fading away.

He stared at the back in a daze, and whispered to himself: "Yang Fan, although you have a weak physique, in my heart, you are the bravest young man in Shengcheng. If it weren't for you that year, I would have died a long time ago, and our family remembers you. I hope you can come out of the pain, you must live well, if there is anything I can do for you, I will definitely do my best to help you ......."

After a month of siege, I don't know how many powerful soul spells fell in the Ascension City, destroying the buildings and creatures in this city. The Guogong Mansion is naturally not spared, it has long lost its integrity and vigor in the past, the two-person tall iron gate has collapsed, and the stone statues of warriors on both sides of the iron gate are also missing arms and legs, completely lacking the original momentum. Yang Fan stepped on the iron gate and walked into the courtyard, stepping on the debris of bricks and tiles, and walked directly to his mother's room.

It was only noon, but the room was deserted and dimly lit. Yang Fan looked through the window, and it turned out that the fallen stones and tiles blocked the window and blocked the sunlight. Looking at his mother lying on the bed without moving, Yang Fan couldn't care about these anymore, and hurriedly came to his mother's bedside and shouted, "Mother, are you okay?"