The 45-year-old battle of Jingyao was full of corpses, which made the air in Jingluo City once again filled with the smell of blood.

A blue figure stood among the corpses on the ground, his eyes sad and distant. He seems to have returned to what his father often mentioned, and the national enemy family that year was full of bones!

The erect and slender body couldn't help but tremble, the fingers were tightly clasped into the palms, and the gloomy gaze swept over the corpse wreckage all over the ground, and in the already dark eyes, the whirlpool became deeper and deeper. That haggard face is not the indifferent appearance of the dust on weekdays!

Looking up at the sky, he seemed to see the man smiling at him again. The gentleness, the gentleness, the hatred in his eyes.

The Adam's apple slid hard, and the hand unconsciously stretched out, as if intoxicated by the smile, the corners of the mouth were elongated, and the arc seemed to be a smile, lingering and seductive. When he was about to touch the little face that he missed day and night, he swung it hard, the force was obviously great, and there was no force to block it in the air, and he stumbled a little, leaned forward, and tripped over the corpse under his feet and almost fell. The usual meticulous hair was now messy on that handsome face, and the eyes were scarlet colored, and if you could look closely, you could see that there were tears in those eyes.

The pain spread to every corner of his body, and the pain seemed to go blank to his thoughts, but he could still remember the man's name clearly.

The three words "Zhang Xianxian" spit out from the thin lips with difficulty.

"Ah......" couldn't bear this depression, he looked up to the sky and roared. The voice was poignant and resolute. 18 years ago, he embraced her because of the hatred in his father's heart, and at this moment, where should he run aground for the hatred that belongs to him?

He clearly remembered the day she left, wearing a flamboyant wedding dress, smiling lightly, stretching out her little hand to wait for his temperature in the air...... He didn't hold the hand, but he still heard her say, "Mo, you are so ruthless! If I were to take your duty today, I would ...... I'd rather lose the world than you! "Never fail me? Never fail me! Is this how you fail me? Do you know that the 100,000 troops you designed to annihilate are me...... The only army of your own?

In the palm of his hand, there were drops of blood slipping out of the palm of his hand, and he had shed a lot of blood, but it was not as painful as this time, just because this pain was pain in every corner of the body!

The young child of the "father" was frightened by the lost father, but he did not seem timid, but only held on to the unstable body in worry, trying to break his clenched hands and prevent him from hurting himself.

Feeling his small strength, the chaotic eyes of the man in blue added a little pain. Slowly closed his eyes, his eyebrows wrinkled into furrows and kept trembling, as if he wanted to digest the pain, and when the eyebrows stopped shaking, the eyelids under the eyebrows slowly opened.

"No'er, remember the corpses all over the field today, remember the vain death of these 100,000 brothers, remember these three words......" The difficult voice paused for a moment, the name was on his lips, but he was so scared that even his lips were trembling slightly.

"Father." The boy screamed tentatively. The man finally had a heart, and squeezed out the words "Zhang Xianxian" from his mouth. This is the first time he has called all three words, as if he has exhausted the strength of his life.

"Ahem, cough ......" After saying those three words, there was a wild cough, and the usually pale face instantly turned red.

"Father, the child remembers, today's enemy, the child must ask the enemy to repay it twice." The young boy, with a sonorous voice, patted him on the back to help him calm down, and at the same time comforted his emotions.

looked at the little face that was only 9 years old and not yet childish, and suddenly had a moment of illusion that this child was himself, and he had now become the position of his father that day. The heart seems to be entangled for a moment, do you really want your child to repeat his own path? There is only a path of thorns and killing!

Looking into the distance, he seemed to see the ...... he had come from again Devastation!