Although Huang Pingfan felt that the old man guarding the door was really filthy, he felt that if he could really do what he said, he might soon be able to get two dead-hearted henchmen.

Thinking about it like this, he is very happy, and he is full of expectations for such a bright future.

Seeing the joy on Huang Pingfan's face, the old man guarding the door also smiled.

"What do you mean, you can really help me make two brands?" Huang Pingfan looked at the dying old man on the stone bed, and asked in disbelief.

"Well, yes, but it's just a matter of trying to make a brand for the twin sisters. Moreover, the quality of this time, compared to the last time, is definitely several notches off. ”

Huang Pingfan stood up excitedly, held the hands of the old man guarding the door tightly, and kept thanking him: "Thank you, thank you very much!"

Huang Pingfan could see with his eyes how bad the old man at the door was.

If it wasn't very necessary, Huang Pingfan at this time really didn't plan to trouble him.

However, he really felt that his people were too few. If you can join the twin sisters, the situation will be greatly improved.

In fact, if it were someone else, he would have lived and died with his twin sisters many times, and he would have regarded the sisters as his most reliable confidants.

Between them, there is no restraint on controlling the brand at all. However, in the trials of life and death again and again, they always never gave up. Even when he was injured for Huang Pingfan again and again, he has never complained or regretted.

However, Huang Pingfan is Huang Pingfan, he is such a weirdo who will never dare to trust anyone easily. Even if you have more performances, he will be you, just a temporary performance.

In his words, the loyalty and friendliness of the past only represent the past. It doesn't represent the future, so all the manifestations that have passed can't make him feel safe at all.

The old man who guarded the door also felt that Huang Pingfan's thinking was really a bit of a problem.

However, he can't say that his idea is wrong, because the well-informed old man who guards the door is really used to seeing the betrayal of this world.

Many times, many originally very solid friendships, just because of a little temptation, or coercion, will change in an instant, and turn their faces and not recognize people.

Thinking about it this way, Huang Pingfan's idea, although a bit extreme, is still very stable.

Huang Pingfan got the promise of the old man guarding the door, although he was a little distressed that his injuries were serious, but in the end he handed the sign to the old man at the gatekeeper.

This is the second time that this kind of brand has been made, and the old man who is familiar with the road has not delayed at all.

However, Huang Pingfan saw that when the old man at the gate got the first sign, it was already very difficult.

Not only did his face become very pale, but his forehead was covered with sweat. Even his body was completely wet with sweat.

"Old man......" Huang Pingfan was a little anxious, and had the heart to shout to stop. But he was afraid that yelling would cause him to be backlashed, and the consequences would be even more serious. Therefore, he only dared to whisper, not to speak loudly.

The old man guarding the door didn't know if he could hear Huang Pingfan's low shout, but he didn't react at all, and continued his movements quietly.

About half an hour passed, and the body of the old man guarding the door began to swing.

But he was still gritting his teeth, his movements getting slower and slower, his eyelids slowly closing together. He seems to turn off the lights at any time, and his poor state is terrifying.

Long.

The old man at the gate stopped what he was doing, and then let out a long sigh.

"I'm sorry, old man, I really shouldn't be so willful, this, this ......"

Huang Pingfan lowered his head and admitted his mistake to the old man guarding the door.

"Hehe...... the old man at the door smiled in a low voice, and there was a faint desolation and sadness in his voice.

Yes, the former Xuandi Realm soul cultivator would one day fall to such a field.

A small sign could almost kill him.

In his heart, there was deep unwillingness, he didn't know if he was still himself.

However, with the sadness and desolation in his heart, he didn't plan to talk to Huang Pingfan, a young man.

The old man guarding the door handed the refined brand to Huang Pingfan. Then, he grabbed another sign, wanting to continue his unfinished business.

"Old man, you can't get it anymore, do you want to die of your own. Even if you don't cherish your life, at least keep it and watch me grow up, right?

Although you are no longer as majestic as you used to be, you should still be able to do it as a teacher and teach me well, right?" Huang Pingfan persuaded.

"Young master, whether I get the next sign or not, I will inevitably sleep for a long time. I was a little tired of being able to have one more person to help you during the time I was asleep, but it didn't matter.

But you have to know that people can influence each other. The brand I made was already very powerful. Between the twin sisters, they have a special gift of telepathy and connection.

If I don't make the last brand, then the effect of the first brand will be greatly reduced. Please don't, young master, let my efforts be in vain, okay?"

Huang Pingfan, who was originally very resolute, softened when he heard the old man at the door say this.

Yes, he can give up the twin sister completely. However, he really didn't want to make the sign that the old man at the gate had worked so hard to make worthless.

Especially when I heard the old man at the gate say that he must be asleep for a long time. He was originally full of hope for himself and the future of the Huang family, but he suddenly felt that the future was bleak.

There is no platform for the old man guarding the door, and there is no secret shot from the old man guarding the door, the Yellow Gate of the Huang family is really a stormy scene.

Others may not know, but Huang Pingfan knows it very well.

Therefore, the old man guarding the door is still very willing to appreciate it.

Whether there is or no twin sister to become his confidant, in fact, the gap is really big. At least, that's what Huang Pingfan himself thinks.

Because no matter how close the master brothers are, it is impossible to be by their side for twelve hours a day.

However, twin sisters are different, as long as they really accept them, then they can instantly become their most personal bodyguards, protecting themselves every step of the way. I can also accept their systemic protection with great confidence.

The old man guarding the door once again refining the slave control brand, obviously more difficult and more difficult.

The arc of his hand became smaller and smaller, and his arms trembled, as if he did not inquire.

The old man's eyes were so exhausted that he could hardly open them.

He kicked like an ox.

Whew

It's like a big box twitching.

When Huang Pingfan saw this scene, his eyes were instantly filled with mist.

The mist liquefied in the blink of an eye.

Rolling water droplets, in an instant, drip uncontrollably.

Huang Pingfan turned around and slowly wiped the tears that flowed, he didn't want the old man guarding the door to see this scene.

However, his actions were completely superfluous, because, at this moment, the old man guarding the door no longer had that extra thought and energy, and his eyes couldn't be opened.

The more tired and weak you are, the more you should rest as soon as you finish your work.

However, the more tired you are, the slower your movements will be, and the longer you will drag on. The longer the time dragged on, the more tired he became. And so a vicious circle ensued.

After two hours of delay, the last sign was finally completed.

"Young master, the efficacy of these two brands is very poor, very poor. If, young master, you can't quickly bring the twin sisters into the room, then ......" Speaking of this, the old man who guarded the door collapsed like a ball of gluten, collapsed on the stone bed, and never moved again.