The feeling of being hated by a loved one is like a sharp knife sinking into the chest cavity and stabbing the heart little by little, going deeper, unable to take away or escape, and completely collapse at any time because of overwhelming. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info It's not a sudden or heart-wrenching ordeal, it's a slow suicide with a blunt knife on your neck, and you have to endure not only the process of waiting for death, but also the "hiss" sound of the blade tearing through your skin and blood vessels.

Zhuo Anwei's mood at the moment is exactly like this, he didn't want to talk to Zhuo Zichen about this matter in this situation, whether it was guilt or self-blame that had accumulated for many years, it all turned into grief.

A voice echoes in my head: Even your son doesn't understand you, you are so pathetic!

"No!" Zhuo Anwei's reason completely collapsed, and he rushed towards Zhuo Zichen with a scepter in his hand, shouting: "Evil obstacles! ”

It feels like it's back again, the same as it was 20 years ago.

Zhuo Zichen saw that Zhuo Anwei's body was emitting black qi because of his words, and his blood-red eyes did not look like a human at all. The bone-chilling cold spread all over the body, and although the "person" in front of him was still familiar, it was not Zhuo Anwei. His evil smile was terrifying, and even the golden scepter faded its original color after a few struggles, bypassing a cloud of black mist and turning black.

The scene at this moment is very similar to what he had seen in the magic book of the Cloud Pavilion, the appearance of the imperial weapon master after being demonized, is this the truth of the year?

He didn't know it, and whispered: "Dad? ”

Zhuo Anwei froze in place, the scepter stopped a few inches away from him, the blood in his pupils dissipated a little, and there was a hint of divine sense in his eyes.

"Chen, Chen'er." His voice was hoarse and in pain. "Run!"

Zhuo Zichen shook his head and pointed to the Divine Treasure on his head, indicating that he was powerless.

Zhuo Anwei raised his hand to disarm the treasure treasure, but unfortunately, the furious aura regained possession of his body.

Because of his preparation, Zhuo Zichen dodged the blow of the scepter. The person on the other side pulled the corners of his mouth contemptuously and launched a second attack. This time, the black dragon took off into the air, eyeing him, but his movement was limited, and he had no way to deal with it at all.

Dead...... He thought.

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"Come on! Kill him! Zhu Yinyu waved his arms in an orderly manner, as if he was crazy, his hideous smile tore off all the masks and hypocrisy, and the dissatisfaction, jealousy, and hatred of Xuan Ming in his speech jumped on the paper, and it was only because Xuan Ming could bear it.

Xi Linchen walked to the basalt under Yuan Ruolan's attention, waved his palm in front of Zhu Yinyu's eyes, he staggered and sat on the basalt, followed as if waking up from a nightmare, and then looked at everything around him, and after a while, he relieved himself.

Then, in a tone of utter shock, he asked, "You, when did you know?" His hands were like sifting chaff, and his face was pale, "No, I've been preparing for so long, how can I lose?" How could it be ......," he gritted his teeth, "impossible! I won't lose! ”

Then, holding the fireball in both hands, he rushed up and attacked Xuan Ming.

Saying that it was too late, Xuan Ming took a step back, and several water columns more than two meters high surged from the lake in front of him, solidifying into ice and directly penetrating Zhu Yinyu's body. As soon as the hot blood touched the icicle, it immediately coagulated, and not a drop fell.

Xuan Ming looked at the cold corpse, "I didn't want to kill you, I never thought that you would be so murderous to me. ”

Yuan Ruolan turned to stare at Zhu Xuanxi's heart, although she no longer had any human form in her arms, she still didn't want to let go.

Suddenly, her body seemed to have lifted some kind of inhibition, and she seemed to be able to speak.

"Uncle!" In a hurry, she looked at Xuan Ming with teary eyes and called him like this. And he turned to look back, his eyes were full of surprise, and he was not too surprised to see the scene of everyone trapped in the tree vines.

Yuan Ruolan cried, "Save him, save him......"

Xuan Ming shook her head, motioning for her to see what was in her hand.

In the fog, where can I find any heart, only the vines remain.

The vine statue lost its nutrients and quickly withered, dried up and cracked, and eventually turned into powder, scattered on the surface of the lake, and sank to the bottom of the lake.

The others woke up one by one, looking at Yuan Ruolan, who was full of tears, with puzzled expressions, their memories were still stopped at the moment when they were rescued by the vines. It wasn't until Qin Le noticed that Zhu Xuanxi was gone, and she tentatively asked Yuan Ruolan:

"Sister Ruolan, I wish you ......"

As soon as she mentioned a word, Ruolan cried even more, this was the first time she cried in front of so many people, usually she endured it because she couldn't save "face", but now she has completely released herself for the first time, but the price may be too great.

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Xi Tongmeng pushed the door in, the crisp sound of the bell on the other side permeated the entire room, Zhuo Anwei hugged his head in pain, and his body was suppressed by the bell on the other side and knelt on the ground.

[Fix the soul with strength, calm the soul with qi, return]

The black qi gradually faded, and the body of the staff gradually returned to its original state, including Zhuo Anwei.

Zhuo Zichen had palpitations, and called cautiously: "Dad." ”

Zhuo Anwei was short of breath, breathing like a gossamer, "Chen...... Child. ”

followed by the sound and fell to the ground, Fengshen Baojian shook and fell on the bed. This means that Zhuo Anwei's soul power has been greatly consumed, and he can no longer maintain the enchantment of the treasure treasure.

Zhuo Zichen stumbled to his side and hugged him.

He thought that he hated him to the bone, and wanted him to atone for his mother's death thousands of times, but at this moment, he was not half happy except for feeling heartache. At the same time, a kind of guilt for his mother intertwined in his heart, stirring up his internal organs. The qi is uncontrollable and slams in the body, knotting in the meridians.

Just when he felt that he was about to be torn apart, the bell rang again, and the bell calmed his restless mind, and everything was at peace. He took a few big breaths and finally stabilized.

"What happened to me just now?" Zhuo Zichen helped Zhuo Anwei onto the bed, covered the door lightly, and recalled the scene just now, unable to understand.

Xi Tongmeng saved two people in a row, and the feeling of fatigue invaded her whole body, and she leaned against the door, barely supporting her body.

"I don't know."

"What about him?" Zhuo Zichen glanced at the door.

Xitongmeng's legs were weak and he slid down the wall and fell to the ground, and Zhuo Zichen stepped forward to help.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's fine." She shook her head slowly, "The Pavilion Master's martial arts are profound, just rest for a few days, you don't have to worry." ”

Zhuo Zichen swallowed the question back into his stomach, no matter how you look at it, now is not the time to ask, "What about Uncle Fang?" As soon as he came out, he didn't see Fang Jie's shadow, and most of the disciples of Yunxiao Pavilion who were supposed to be guarding outside also went.

"Chasing people is gone." Xi Tongmeng felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he might fall asleep at any time.

"Who are you chasing?"

"Chasing ......" she tilted her head and didn't say any more.

"Dream dreams!" Zhuo Zichen caught her and put his hand on the pulse in his neck.

Luckily, just asleep. You must be exhausted.

He picked her up and walked into the next room.

The whole floor seems to have undergone a baptism, although it is quiet, but I don't know why it seems a little bleak. (To be continued.) )