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And the man who sent his father to hell was a man she really couldn't love, Nangong Ruoxi couldn't describe this complicated feeling, she was even thinking about what her father told her in her mind, when she was dying, she also locked the two together and gave the two a chance to say goodbye, which is already a rare affection, but how easy is it to let go of hatred?

If hatred can be said to be let go, I am afraid that there will not be so many grievances and grievances in this world. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

An indescribable desolation spread in Nangong Ruoxi's heart.

It's fate, it's the trick of providence, this man finally pushed her into the abyss of despair, Nangong Ruoxi felt that Xiao Fan should kill her, he didn't kill her, he was taking revenge on her, revenge on her at the last moment, he put him together, he wanted to let himself live in this world in pain.

Nangong Ruoxi quietly looked at the scene outside the window, the picture seemed to be frozen at the moment when his father got into the car, the sky was still drifting with snowflakes, and Nangong Ruoxi's eyes were still looking at it stupidly, although the car had left and left with Nangong Xiong, but in Nangong Ruoxi's eyes, it was still that moment.

In front of Nie Hongluan's grave, the grave was naturally buried by Xiao Fan himself, Nie Hongluan's death is also an eternal pain in Xiao Fan's heart, and the idea of revenge has never been wiped out in Xiao Fan's heart.

At the beginning, it was a great pity for Xiao Fan to fail to bring Nangong Qingtian's head, on that day, if it wasn't for the Divine Son leading the Divine Court Knights to attack, Xiao Fan would have brought Nangong Qingtian's head.

Although he didn't believe in reincarnation, Xiao Fan felt that he still had to give an explanation to Nie Hongluan, even if Nie Hongluan didn't know, his heart needed a stability after all.

So Nangong Xiong was taken to Nie Hongluan's grave by Xiao Fan, although the sky was drifting with snowflakes, but everyone was still standing solemnly, under the cold wind, the wine had already woken up for the most part, in fact, I didn't know that the real B Xiao Fan stepped into this chess game was Nie Hongluan's death, at that time, for this game in Huaxia, Xiao Fan was afraid to avoid it, but unfortunately, they shouldn't have killed Nie Hongluan, even if they killed Nie Zhongtian, Xiao Fan could be indifferent, but Nie Hongluan didn't deserve to die.

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, Nie Hongluan's death is just an insignificant matter, nothing more than a game, but this is Xiao Fan's factor in competing for the world.

The butterfly's wings stirred slightly, just a small thing in the eyes of outsiders, but it completely changed the pattern of the world.

Xiao Fan believes that if he refuses to enter the game, even if the old man repeatedly bs, Xiao Fan will not enter the game.

Whether it is the south, the north, or the northeast, it goes without saying that Zhao Husheng and Zhang Jianfeng did not fall, and bowed to Nie Hongluan's tombstone one after another.

After everyone retreated to the side, Xiao Fan's figure came to the tombstone and looked at the woman on the tombstone, "I will avenge you after all." Xiao Fan muttered softly, looking up at the sky, his face was cold, I don't know if it was the snowflakes that melted or tears.

The love of children is not what should be shown at this time, Xiao Fan looked at the photo on Nie Hongluan's tombstone, and the corners of his mouth hooked a faint arc.

Nangong Xiong was already standing behind Xiao Fan, in front of Nie Hongluan's tombstone, Nangong Xiong's gaze was calmly opposite to Xiao Fan, Nangong Xiong had killed countless people in his life, if he hadn't killed Nie Hongluan, maybe he would have been able to continue to be free, but it was absolutely impossible for someone like Nangong Xiong to confess in front of Nie Hongluan's tombstone, after all, he was the overlord of one party, and the last face was always left for Nangong Xiong.

Xiao Fan turned around, the eyes of the two were calmly opposite each other, Xiao Fan looked at Nangong Xiong, and waved his hand gently, "Kill," Xiao Fan spit out a word from his mouth.

Nangong Xiong closed his eyes gently.

A generation of heroes, Nangong Xiong fell into Nie Hongluan's grave.

The Nangong family, in Huaxia, has completely come to an end.

The bloody night dyed the snow on the ground red, Nangong Xiong's body fell into the snow, the snow in the sky became bigger, and the wind became more unscrupulous, blowing Xiao Fan's clothes whirring.

"Thick burial," Xiao Fan gently spat out two words from his mouth.

After the words fell, he glanced at Nie Hongluan's tombstone and turned to leave.

Zixuan Pavilion, Xiao Fan's figure appeared, Nangong Ruoxi's room, Xiao Fan's figure appeared, and what caught his eye was Nangong Ruoxi's desperate eyes and the back of only one person left in the world.

Xiao Fan didn't want to leave such a Nangong Ruoxi, "This is where your father is buried, sometimes go and pay tribute." Xiao Fan looked at Nangong Ruoxi and said softly.

"What is the use of sacrifices when a man is dead?" Nangong Ruoxi looked at Xiao Fan, a trace of hatred that could not be concealed appeared in her eyes, at this moment, her hatred for Xiao Fan had reached the extreme.

"It's okay, just know how to hate, hate me, hate me and you can still live." Xiao Fan looked at Nangong Ruoxi, and the corners of his mouth hooked a faint arc.

"Are you here to show off to me? To show off as a winner, like me, a loser? Nangong Ruoxi looked at Xiao Fan and sneered.

"Whatever you think, you're still alive, and I really don't want to kill you." Xiao Fan looked at Nangong Ruoxi and said.

"Haha," Nangong Ruoxi smiled maniacally when she heard this.

"Don't you just want me to live in humiliation in the world, you take revenge on me, revenge on me, fight with you at the beginning, take revenge on me, and put you together in the end, leaving a way out for the Nangong family, making your arrogant heart, challenged, since this is the case, as you wish." Nangong Ruoxi looked at Xiao Fan, her long hair was scattered, and she said with a crazy face.

The window was blown open by the wind, and the snowflakes fell wantonly towards the room, falling on Nangong Ruoxi's long hair dancing with the wind.

Xiao Fan looked at Nangong Ruoxi's hair, but at this moment, it turned white, I don't know if it was snowflakes falling or really turning white.

Xiao Fan closed the window, and the temperature of the air conditioner in the room quickly melted the falling snowflakes, but Nangong Ruoxi's hair was still snow-white.

Green silk turns gray hair.

Nangong Ruoxi was looking at Xiao Fan, and Xiao Fan was also looking at Nangong Ruoxi.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Nangong Ruoxi's mouth, and Nangong Ruoxi's figure, in front of Xiao Fan's eyes, fell straight down.

"Someone," Xiao Fan hugged Nangong Ruoxi's delicate body and yelled outside.

"Immediately to the hospital," the people outside had already started the car.

The largest hospital in S City, Xiao Fan, who was holding Nangong Ruoxi with white hair, instantly became the focus, and almost everyone paid attention to it, in this era, it is not uncommon to dye white hair, but even the roots of the hair are white, and this hair is really better.

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