After a long time, Bei Tang Muren and his wife Bei Tang Xiaofeng left the room, and Bei Ming followed behind the two of them.

Beitang Muren turned the corridor and came to a place where no one could see, and punched the solid wall, and he pierced the three-foot-thick stone wall.

"Demon goods, I won't kill you! I swear not to be a man!" Beitang Muren roared, shaking the entire military and political department, the skyscraper building, vertical and horizontal, sixteen layers of military defense, ten thousand people started to stand abruptly!

Xiaofeng leaned on her husband's arms and cried bitterly: "More than ten years ago, if there was no fifth brother, if there was no fifth brother...... We ......," she hugged her husband and couldn't speak. Beitang Muren hugged his wife tightly and burst into tears.

Beiming stood behind them, and his heart was also sad. He doesn't know the Fifth Sanskrit, nor does he know the Fifth Sanskrit. At a young age, since his grandfather passed away two years ago, he has not felt so uncomfortable, Beiming frowned and turned to leave.

For the next two or three days, Sanskrit woke up from sleep, without getting out of bed or eating. When I opened my eyes, I looked at the ceiling and didn't speak.

On this morning, there was no one in the house. She slowly got up and walked to the window, her eyes moved slightly, and she pushed the window open. Hongluan was overjoyed to see her wake up. In the past few days, Sanskrit has been groggy, and Hongluan has only obediently curled up in her ear, motionless. Occasionally look at her ears, don't peck her, and when she doesn't move, stick tighter.

Hongluan was tired of wrapping around her neck for a while, and then flew up and leaned against Fanyin's emaciated face, Hongluan's body was warm.

"I'm fine. Sanskrit spoke. Hongluan's clever golden pupils turned, and she hurriedly fluttered to Fanyin's ear, gently pecking at her thin earlobe with her small mouth. Fanyin Xing's eyes blinked lightly, touched Hongluan's head with his hand, and did not speak. Hongluan gently rubbed Fanyin's ears with his head, and Luan Yu hung down lonely. Sanskrit looked out the window, motionless.

After a while, the door opened, and Xiaofeng and Yaya walked in together. Yaya saw Fanyin get out of bed, screamed uncontrollably, and ran towards her: "Xiaoyin! You're up!" grabbed Fanyin's hand.

Fanyin turned her head and looked at the little Yaya beside her, she was only eleven years old, and she replied for a long time: "Hmm." ”

"Xiaoyin, you're up. Bei Tang Xiaofeng said crampedly.

Fanyin raised her head, looked at her, and said softly: "You are ......"

"I am Beitang Xiaofeng, Beitang Muren's wife, you can call me Aunt Xiaofeng. Xiaofeng hurriedly walked up to Fanyin and introduced himself. She wanted to hug the child, but Beitang Xiaofeng stopped after seeing Sanskrit's appearance clearly.

Fanyin's eyes were lowered, her eyes wandered, and she tried to lean against the wall as much as possible, and even Yaya took her hand, and she inadvertently pulled it back. Bei Tang Xiaofeng felt sad in his heart.

"Shall we have something to eat?" she digressed.

Sanskrit sat on the bed, holding the bowl, bowing her head and eating. Ya Qingshan and they came in, and she tried to get as close to the head of the bed as possible.

After a while, Beiming came in and told his mother that he was going to the National Hall to discuss matters and would come back later. When she was about to leave the room, Bei Ming glanced at Fanyin, and her whole body was already facing away from him, facing the wall at the head of the bed.

In the middle of the night, Beiming slept in the guest room next to Fanyin, tossing and turning several times and not falling asleep. Today, Fanyin's appearance lingered in Beiming's mind: "What is she hiding?"

Suddenly, Beiming sat up from the bed and walked quickly to the front of the Sanskrit sound room. knocked on the door and said, "Fanyin, are you there?" No one answered, "Fanyin, are you there?" Beiming was anxious, pushed the door in, the moonlight poured in, the curtains flew, and the windows were wide open.

"Not good!" Beiming hurriedly walked to the inner room, only to see that the bed was empty, and the Sanskrit sound was gone!

Outside Dongling City, a light figure shuttles at night, moving extremely fast. Sanskrit eyes are like stars, searching for the way home. Hongluan stood above her head and erected a red crown of Luan feathers. Fanyin ran desperately, her spiritual power gathered on the soles of her feet, her chest rose and fell violently, her physical condition was terrible, but fortunately, she finally came back to life.

"Hongluan, is this over here?" said Fanyin. Hongluan made a clear sound, indicating the direction of Sanskrit sound. She's rushing home!

Sanskrit sound does not stop at the feet, day and night. During the run, she had already begun to wash the marrow, and her spiritual power slowly flowed between the marrow and flesh, fasting and water. Only then will she be able to hold out long enough. Even if her current condition forcibly enters the spiritual law marrow cleansing stage, it will only be three days at most, but she will rush back!

"Hold on a little longer! It's here!" Fanyin was secretly happy in her heart, and she was about to arrive at the tourist village. Three days later, in front of Sanskrit is the Autumn Mountain.

Before the evening of the third day, she finally rushed into the Qiuman Mountain, her clothes were already soaked, and she was sweating, and she ran for more than sixty hours.

"Thunderfall! Thunderfall should be ahead!" Fanyin shouted with joy, and Hongluan jumped up with her, making several clear noises, and the sound was also thunderfalling.

But just after rushing into Qiuman Mountain, Fanyin's excited smile gradually became stiff and collapsed little by little. The smell of burning rushed to her nose, and large forests were destroyed and trees were charred.

"Thunder fire, it is thunder and fire that falls. Sanskrit said. "Where are you, where are you?" Sanskrit searched anxiously, his eyes searched over and over again, but there was no thunderous figure.

"Thunderfall, are you there?" called out Fanyin, her voice was small, "Thunderfall, are you there?"

The more Sanskrit ran the more tired and exhausted, the spiritual power collapsed, slowly lost, and the marrow washing stopped. She had no strength. But he still gritted his teeth and ran and shouted: "Thunderfall, are you there! Thunderfall, are you there!" In the end, it had turned into a shout, and Fanyin was alone in the forest shouting frantically, crying and crying: "Thunderfall!

Suddenly, Hongluan Luan feather shrugged, and Sanskrit stopped: "Where is it?"

Hongluan trembled and pointed in a direction, and Fanyin ran over violently, "Where?

At this moment, Fanyin's voice stopped, her eyes closed slightly, and she ran towards something.

"What is this!" she threw herself to her knees, "what is this...... What kind of Hongluan is this......" she didn't dare to reach out and touch.

A rotten, blood-stained arm appeared in front of Sanskrit. The blue sleeves with a gold button on them were a small gift from Fanyin to Lei Luo's sixteen-year-old. Fanyin took her arm a little bit and turned it over slightly, she thought that she should know Lei Luo's palm as she knew his face. buttons, don't count, you have to look at the palm of your hand to know if it's him.

At the moment when Sanskrit Yin turned over the severed arm, a wail broke through the night forest, "Ah!" Sanskrit cried bitterly. Holding Lei Luo's severed arm, whether he is rotten or not, she cares for her life as if it were her own. "Thunderfall!" Van Yin shouted Thunderfall's name, and he never came back.

She let out a muffled snort in her chest, suppressed her breath, picked up her thunderous broken arm, and stood up. Sanskrit suppressed her crying, panting, her eyes searching desperately around, "There's another one, there's another ......," she muttered.

Not far away, she found Thunderfall's other severed arm, which was his second severed arm. This one has been scattered in pieces, and Sanskrit has been raking in the land for a long time before it is put together.

"Body, body, body......" Sanskrit kept muttering, and his mind was sluggish. It wasn't until midnight that she ran to her knees and didn't stop, and she didn't find Lei Luo's body. Tens of thousands of spirits crushed by, not only Lei Luo, but also Uncle Lei, there is no remnant.

Fanyin hugged Lei Luo's two stump arms and walked towards the village.

"Dad, Mom, Dad, Mom, Mom, Mom......" She ran all the way, stumbled, and finally walked out of Qiumanshan. Qiu Manshan has never been big, but this time it almost killed her.

When Fanyin came to the entrance of the village, his legs were already weak, his mouth was open, his eyes were slightly protruding, "Dad, Mom ......" was a mess, and the tourist village of Qiumanshan was almost razed to the ground. Sanskrit Yin walked forward step by step, and kept chanting, "Dad, Mom, Dad, Mommy......"

She walked through the alleys, searching back and forth. There was no one, so she ran to the west end of the village. She remembered that the direction of her father's last battle with the spirit was ahead.

"Daddy should be there, Daddy should be there......" Sanskrit muttered to herself, clutching the severed arm of Thunderfall tightly in her arms.

Mom and Dad, she's coming. There seems to be something in front of me, and Sanskrit's eyes are overtired and can't see clearly. She ran over and froze.

At the westernmost end of the village, something stood there. It reads:

My brother

Fifth, the tomb of Xiaoyao and his beloved wife Lin Yue'er

Brother Beitang Mu Renli

"What the hell...... What the hell!" Fanyin looked at the tombstone of her father and mother, and changed from stupidity to stupidity, from stupidity to anger, and finally roared!