Seeing the blood gushing out of Zhang Ming's neck, Lin Shuanghuo was panicked for a while, and he hurriedly covered Zhang Ming's neck with his other hand, and his spiritual power flashed in his palm.

It's a pity that Lin Shuanghuo is not a monk who cultivates medical skills after all, and he can't stop Zhang Ming's carotid artery that has been cut open and the blood is not stopping.

"Damn, Zhang Ming, are you crazy?"

Zhang Ming smiled, but blood continued to seep out of Lin Shuanghuo's palm, staining the white mink coat on Zhang Ming's body red.

In the end, Lin Shuanghuo, who had lost hope, made a quick decision, and directly threw Zhang Ming in front of him high, and threw it at the group of Zhang family Fuwei and Zhang Ming's uncle Zhang Huxiao, who were already red-eyed!

Seeing all this, Zhang Huxiao really seemed to explode, and a suppressed voice came out of his throat, like a beast.

"Catch him, I'm going to cut him with a thousand cuts!"

Fu Wei, who was standing around Zhang Huxiao, disappeared in place in an instant, and could only see bright sword lights chasing Lin Shuanghuo who had escaped.

And Zhang Huxiao gently caught the dying teenager, and at this moment, Zhang Huxiao realized that the waste boy they looked down on was so fragile.

With the continuous infusion of aura into Zhang Ming's body, the originally dim eyes gradually became brighter, but this was like a return to light.

Zhang Huxiao took out a vermilion pill the size of a dragon's eye from his arms, and the pill was surrounded by wisps of medicinal fragrance, which was a Five Tiger Life-Saving Pill made from a large number of precious medicinal materials.

Even if a cultivator's heart is pierced, as long as he takes this elixir, he can save his life, and even if he is slightly injured, he can recover immediately.

But just like what this elixir describes, only those who can cultivate can save their lives with the help of the elixir, but for Zhang Ming, who was born unable to cultivate, this can only make him die more slowly.

Under the traction of Zhang Huxiao's spiritual power, Zhang Ming spit out the blood clot in his throat, and a defeated smile appeared on his face.

"How long will I live?"

The spiritual power of Zhang Huxiao's whole body continued to pour into Zhang Ming's neck, barely suppressing the ruptured artery, and after hearing Zhang Ming's words, he hesitated for a moment and said truthfully: "Half an hour, maybe...... It may not be possible to return home again. ”

At this time, Zhang Huxiao hated himself extremely much, hating that he did not kill the Yin man of the Zhou family in the first place, but let Zhang Ming be hijacked by Lin Shuanghuo.

If Zhang Huxiao hadn't hesitated or hesitated at that time, would all this have been different, Zhang Ming wouldn't have died, and he wouldn't even have been able to see his brother for the last time.

Zhang Ming put his hand on Zhang Huxiao's arm.

"Don't waste your spiritual power, you'll die anyway!"

Zhang Huxiao's eyes were pantothenic, and the spiritual power was still continuously instilled into Zhang Ming's body.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Zhang Huxiao, Zhang Ming gave up.

"Second uncle, you should hate me!"

"Don't hate!"

"I'm dying, it doesn't matter!"

Zhang Huxiao's second sentence of not hating was not said after all.

"I know, in the Zhang family, I'm just a waste who can't cultivate and has been divorced, although my brain is a little smarter, but in this world, only cultivation is real, everything else is fake, they don't care if you have talent at all, they will only see if you can cultivate, and whether your cultivation is good or not. ”

Zhang Huxiao was silent, this was not his idea.

"Everyone looks down on me, only my father has helped me prove it again and again, helping me break the gossip around me, so I can't let him down, even if I'm just a mortal who doesn't know how to cultivate, I want to be an excellent family master, I want to prove to everyone that my father is right. ”

Zhang Huxiao looked at Zhang Ming's words like a light back, and at this time, Zhang Huxiao realized that his nephew, who was trying his best to weaken his power in the family, turned out to be just insecure and just wanted to be a good family leader.

What really made Zhang Huxiao feel sad and blamed himself was that even if Zhang Ming said it to him so heart-wrenchingly, he would scoff at it, and even say that the matter of being the head of the family should be handed over to your second uncle and me, you can't do it.

Zhang Huxiao's tears finally couldn't help but flow out.

Why didn't he realize every effort his nephew had made and everything he had done for the whole family until the end.

"However, everything I have done is empty in your eyes after all, and your eyes will only be staring at me and not being able to cultivate, and you will not see anything else. ”

"Ming'er, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

Zhang Huxiao finally called Zhang Ming's nickname like a long time ago, but unfortunately there was no way to go back to the past after all.

At this time, Zhang Ming's eyes lit up, like a bright moon in the sky, pure and clear.

"I've been obsessed with being the head of the family for as long as I can remember, to be the perfect head of the family in the hearts of all my clansmen, to be the best son in my father's eyes. ”

"But that's so tiring, really too tired!"

"I've actually died a few times, and every time I die, I wonder if my life is worth it, whether I want to be the head of the family for all, or the son of my father, or myself. ”

Zhang Huxiao raised his head blankly and looked at Zhang Ming, looking at the young man with a bright moon in his eyes, and listening to what he said to himself or to himself.

"Finally, I am relieved, I don't want to be what you see, and I don't want to be the head of the Zhang family who can't be recognized by everyone at all, I just want to be a father's son and become myself. ”

"Even if the price of this matter is to die in the end, I will not hesitate!"

Zhang Ming stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the bright moon in the sky, but all he saw was the wooden roof of the Black Tiger Cottage Palace.

Just when he was disappointed, a pair of powerful and warm hands walked out of the hall with Zhang Ming in his arms and walked outside, it was his second uncle Zhang Huxiao.

He was going to take his only nephew to see the bright moon hanging in the sky.

Finally, Zhang Ming's hand touched the moonlight in the sky.

Zhang Ming used his last strength and said:

"Second uncle, I still want to go to the outside world to see, I want to see the scenery that I have been ignoring, I want to see the scenery that I have missed before, and I also want to see the Heavenly Dao that always stands on a high place. ”

Zhang Ming's outstretched hand fell weakly.

Gradually, my heart stopped.

A voice with endless remorse echoed across the mountain.

"Ming'er!"