Yan Hao is extremely painful, extremely sad, and desperate!

As soon as he understood the reason, this sister Yan died in front of him, and he had no ability to save her, let alone help her!

He hated himself, hated his eyes, hated him so much that he wanted to pull him out, and said to the world: Look at it, these are Yan Hao's eyes, he has these empty eyes, even his own sister, this sister Shi Yan, who is willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of the family's relatives, has seen her wrong beforehand, and she is regarded as a mutineer and a danger to the family!

Is this still a pair of eyes? Is this still a pair of brothers' eyes?

actually looked at Zhu Chengbi, actually pointed to the deer as a horse, and actually hid a sword in his eyes!

Yan Hao's heart was broken, but he couldn't cry, he couldn't repent, he couldn't show his true feelings!

He has to pretend that he knows nothing, he has to pretend to be very happy, he has to pretend that nothing happened!

He couldn't do it, but Yan Mansion, all the living and dead relatives in Yan Mansion made him have to do it!

Does righteousness have to be ruthless? Does the avenue have to be indifferent? Does the hero have to cut off family and friendship?

Yan Hao pounded the ground while pounding his chest, brain, every inch of skin, and every bone with his divine thoughts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He doesn't want to be a hero anymore! He doesn't want to be righteous! He only needs Sister Yan, as long as this Sister Yan left the secret to him and left him! As long as this sister Yan who is watching him and his yin and yang separated!

But in the depths of his mind, a consciousness struck him his nerves.

Brother Hao, you are really embarrassed to me, to my father Yan Shanhong, you are not worthy of being my brother Hao!

Yan Hao gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, got up from the ground, tidied up his clothes, combed his hair with his hands, looked up at the beautiful sky, the charming clouds, looked at the ethereal peaks in the distance, stared at the towers hidden in the peaks, and said lightly to the silver wolf: "Brother, brother made you laugh." I'm sorry, I'm so angry, this woman, well, you know, she and Yu Hong secretly teamed up to deal with Yanfu!

This woman really dares to be whimsical, she actually wants to sit in the position of the head of the Yan Mansion, and Yu Hong, as her husband, how can she escape the confusion of this fox spirit? Help my wife deal with me Yan Hao, hehe, that's a natural thing. Hmph, how can I, Yan Hao, be so easy to deceive and bully? Silver Wolf Clan......

Oh, don't say it, don't say it, the more you talk about it, the more sad you become. ”

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In the northwest of Montenegro, twenty miles away from Yanfu, there is a slum, a gathering place for the most frustrated, lame, and economically and socially inferior people among the three religions and nine streams.

This area is vast, with a radius of five miles, and all kinds of dwellings, including dilapidated wooden houses, old low houses with brick and wood structures, half-new, crumbling brick houses, and even simple huts with thatched roofs and muddy fences, and of course, there are some small buildings of two or three stories sparsely located in between, and dozens of relatively decent independent courtyards.

But the owners of these houses are either local snakes who dominate one side, or they are physical cultivators who know a little about martial arts, and most of these people belong to the underworld, and they live by collecting protection fees from ordinary people.

In a very inconspicuous place in the slums within a radius of five miles, there was a thatched hut, which looked extremely cold from the outside, a total of three rooms, the walls were made of fence mud, there were no windows, only a skylight the size of a door panel was opened on the roof, and there was a small courtyard of nine zhang square, with some flowers and plants planted in the courtyard, and there was a peach tree with a thick trunk and branches almost half of the small courtyard.

There lived a half-hundred-year-old man with poor legs and feet, which was something that the residents of the neighborhood knew.

This old man has no children and no daughters, it is said that his wife died in childbirth many years ago, and the only son born to him got a strange disease in his twenties and died, living alone, perhaps suffering the blow of losing his wife and children is too great, the old man has to have white hair before he reaches forty, and after fifty-one, he is dazzled and deaf.

Not only that, but he even forgot his own name. Fortunately, the old man has a great craft, that is, popcorn, although the hand-cranked pot he uses is not beautiful at all, but the popping rice is famous far and wide, and no one can make his taste.

In addition, he charges very little, as long as he can maintain the most basic living needs, so whether it is the poor people living nearby, or the local snakes scattered everywhere, for the sake of popcorn, they don't have any idea about him, people call him the old man of the pot, and if he is polite, he is called Uncle Pot.

Uncle Paoguo usually doesn't leave this place, but there are always a few days in a year when he is not here, and everyone knows that those days are the death days or birthdays of his wife and son. However, people found that Uncle Paoguo always went out for a few days from time to time, and asked him why he went out, and he always said in a daze that he was dead and birthday.

Later, people finally understood the reason, Uncle Pao's memory of his wife and son's birth and death date was confused, which led to the irregularity of travel on the memorial day. Of course, how can the nearby residents deal with this uncle with a confused memory? As long as you eat his fried popcorn regularly, it's fine.

On this day, Uncle Pao Guo closed the door, staggered and went out again, and the residents who saw him understood that Uncle Pao Guo must have gone to pay tribute to his wife or son, and a kind of sympathy immediately rose from the bottom of his heart, what a poor person, his wife is gone, his son is gone, he is deaf again, and his memory is still confused.

"I just don't know how many times I can eat such delicious popcorn!" It's everyone who sees Uncle Cannon Pot, most of them have this kind of thought in their hearts.

In fact, no one saw that not long after leaving his thatched house, Uncle Pao Guo returned to his residence without being known.

At this moment, Uncle Pao Guo had already jumped down from the skylight, like an ape, and he couldn't see the old dragon clock and faltering at all. Uncle Gunguo, who entered the room, pointed forward with both hands, and a portal opened silently, revealing a luxurious secret room.

The secret room has a radius of dozens of zhang, which is divided into several parts, there are bedrooms, cultivation rooms, alchemy rooms, study rooms, and reception rooms, which are fully furnished and tidy.

Uncle Cannon Pot, who entered the secret room, turned out to be a charming twenty-eight woman, convex and backward, dressed hotly, exuding a ripe grape-like mature woman's temperament, elegant manners, and a powerful soul aura that belongs to the Soul Warrior King naturally diffuses.

Of course, although this woman looks young and beautiful, her actual age is definitely more than a thousand years old.

Under the slight twisting of the willow waist and the gentle shaking of the lotus step, the woman flashed into the cultivation room, leaving a faint body fragrance behind her.

As soon as she entered, she covered the door with her backhand, sat in front of a bronze mirror almost at the same time, and hit several tricks at the bronze mirror with both hands, and immediately, there was a scene on the bronze mirror where Xiao Jiumei stood outside Yan Yan's residence with Yan Hao, Silver Wolf, and Fang Jin.

Until she saw the scene where Yan Hao imprisoned Yu Hong, the woman's brows furrowed slightly.

A hint of fierceness flashed from the bottom of his eyes, and a cold snort came from Sakura's mouth that was enough to freeze his soul.