Luo Binden was stunned in place, and only turned his head to look at Huaixiao with a puzzled face for a long time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's just unbelievable!

The air was filled with unease, doubt, and sorrow, and the smell of blood, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness.

He Xiang'er, who was on the ground, suddenly laughed like crazy.

She stood up, her distorted face began to cool again, and she turned viciously at Jiang Chengyue, and said, "You little slut even left a little bastard!" ”

Jiang Chengyue had already come back to her senses and chuckled, "Ho, you're surprised?" I was surprised that you were here alive, and now that my child is standing alive in front of you, you will be amazed. ”

"Yue'er! Tell me it's not true! Huai Xiao is my son! I am the father of filial piety! "The expression of the Futang Master now is even more terrifying than He Xiang'er.

His fat neck was bruised!

Huai Xiao was already stunned, looking at the strange Luo Zhuang Master, the familiar Master and the chuckling Jiang Chengyue with a sluggish expression.

The hand of the Fu Hall Master holding the sword has begun to tremble, and it keeps trembling!

"He is the son of the owner of Luo Zhuang!" Jiang Chengyue gave him a contemptuous look, "However, I still have to thank you, after all, you also raised his son for fifteen years." ”

"So you came to me just so I could raise a son for you?" The Blessing Hall Master was already trembling in his voice.

"So what?"

"You still tell me it's me and your son?"

"So what?"

"You say it's my son, but he can't be known, or he'll die?"

"So what?"

"You won't let me recognize him because he's not my son at all?"

"Wouldn't that be better for you?"

The hand of the master of the hall of blessing stopped trembling in an instant, he clenched the hilt of the sword, jumped up, the scabbard fell to the ground with a "clang" in the air, and his sword went towards Huaixiao!

Huaixiao was shocked and hurriedly took a few steps back.

A scimitar had appeared in Jiang Chengyue's hand, and between the lightning and the fire, she had already rushed to the front of the Futang Master.

Under the rapid attack of the Futang Master, she dodged them all.

She swirled in the air again, like the flower that had just fallen.

The master of the hall was stunned for a moment, as if he saw her smiling eyes at him sixteen years ago, and then knelt on the ground, spitting blood.

A sword passed through his vest.

Zigui Sword.

Luo Bin held Jing Shu's Zigui sword.

The Fu Tang Master's hand began to tremble again, and the knife in his hand had already fallen.

The eight masters surrounded Luo Bin, Luo Bin pulled out the sword inserted in the body of the Futang master, and fought with them again, and the surrounding people also came in to fight.

Huai Xiao turned around and shouted, "Master! His voice trembled, and two tears fell from his eyes, one after the other, to the corners of his mouth.

Tears are bitter, and his tears are bitter now.

The master of the Fu Hall even smiled and said, "Ho, I actually ...... ...... for you Raised for ten ...... Fifteen-year-old son. ”

Huai Xiao was already panicking, and his master seemed to have something to say to him, but in the end he didn't say anything, and the half-open mouth seemed to say "I'm sorry".

Huaixiao hurriedly passed away tears - "Men have no tears. This was what his master had taught him.

Jiang Chengyue stopped and couldn't stop smiling.

He Xiang'er suddenly waved his hand sharply and used the "Blue Blood Cold Needle" to Jiang Chengyue.

"Stop!"

A woman came from the sky and stepped on the moon - pen Niangniang!

The eight masters suddenly withdrew their hands and retreated to the side of the pen Niangniang.

Pen Niangniang said: "Let's go, go back." ”

"Yes." The eight masters responded in unison.

Suddenly there was a sound of horses stepping down the hillside.

Two horses, one man.

Pen Niangniang jumped on the horse, a young man who was about a weak crown shouted "Niang", and also turned the horse's head, and the eight masters also rode away.

The young man turned his head to look at Huaixiao, sighed slightly, and galloped away.

Bi Niangniang's sentence "stop" did not make Jiang Chengyue and He Xiang'er stop, they were still fighting.

Luo Bin suddenly clenched the sword in his hand and stabbed at He Xiang'er, and while they were fighting, Jiang Chengyue suddenly disappeared into the night sky in the blink of an eye.

He Xiang'er suddenly shouted: "Yuan'er is your real son!" ”

Luo Bin was stunned for a long time before he raised his eyes and asked her, "Really?" ”

"I just want you to get a taste of what it's like to lose your son."

"So you don't hesitate to risk your son's life......" His heart was already remorseful, and he could no longer say a word.

"Yes." He Xiang'er was no longer as cold as she was, and her eyes couldn't help but be covered with a layer of sadness.

She eventually killed her son anyway.

"Die!"

Jiang Chengyue gritted her teeth and hated in the air, and as soon as the words started, Luo Bin also jumped up with the volley, and slowly fell from in front of He Xiang'er and knelt on the ground.

There was a scimitar standing at the back of his neck, which was Jiang Chengyue's.

No one understands why he wants to save He Xiang'er.

He Xiang'er knelt on the ground and helped him, and said, "Since you want my life, why do you block this knife for me?" ”

"I ...... I'm just ...... Is it to make ...... Your ...... Shengdu ...... are all bearing ...... Painful ......"

"My eldest brother...... Maybe...... Maybe not dead, because ...... Because ......"

Luo Bin intermittently said these two incomplete sentences, unable to speak, and a drop of blood and tears overflowed from the corner of his eye.

Who knows?

No one knows who these tears weep for.

Is it for Luo Yuan? Is it for the ghostly He Xiang'er in front of you? Is it for himself?

Maybe.

He remembered many things, many happy memories-

His son Luo Yuan shouted "Dad" for the first time, and he also called him "Dad" at the last moment.

When He Xiang'er arrived at Luohang Villa on the first day, he was secretly looking at that beautiful person from a distance.

When he was young, when he competed with his brother, his brother always let him.

Can such a scene still happen underground?

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Huaixiao, who was just a young man, and the son he had just met was so alone.

He had done many things in his life that made him regret, and he did not want to live in this world to suffer.

His eyes slowly closed.

It's been a lifetime.

He Xiang'er chuckled: "I didn't intend to let you die, I want you to carry all the pain." ”

"I've finally found someone to share the pain."

"Why do you want to block this knife for me, I just don't want to live."

"Even if you block it, what's the use?"

She coughed sharply, spat out a mouthful of old blood, and fell down.

The red lady went over to support her in surprise and whispered, "It turns out that your illness has not been cured." ”

He Xiang'er smiled and said: "It's not easy for me to live with this body until now. ”

"Why are you doing this?"

"I wonder why you saved me back then."

"I'm just a poor woman like you."

"I've finally found some fun for you." He Xiang'er looked at Jing Shu, who was still stunned sitting next to Luo Yuan, "Presumably your life will be much more interesting in the future." ”

"Maybe it's a nuisance."

"But you're finally having fun." He Xiang'er smiled and said helplessly: "But I will never repay your kindness." ”

"yes, not only that, but you're in trouble for me." The red lady smiled bitterly.

He Xiang'er used her last bit of strength to use her "Blue Blood Cold Needle" to Huaixiao, but due to lack of strength, it was extremely easy for Huaixiao to dodge, and then her hand fell down instantly.

Everyone sat for a long time.

Facing the night.

And that strong smell of blood.