The night was scarce, the city was full of the sound of war roars, and on the roof not far from the general's mansion, a black shadow flashed, and the speed was very fast, if it were not for the moonlight, it would be difficult to detect!

In the general's mansion, the stalemate in the battle, as Fu Bo is about to kill the opponent, will win a little advantage for his side, however, what is unexpected is that the injured Demon Flame Tiger stepped on the opponent's chest first, and rushed towards Fan Yiping, Liu Qiaoyan realized that his son was in danger and wanted to rush over to the rescue, but helplessly, he was dragged by the Demon Flame Tiger and had no time to help.

The injured Demon Flame Tiger stopped in front of Fan Yiping, his saliva flowing, and he stuck out his tongue to lick it in his face. Looking at the Demon Flame Tiger, which was several times larger than himself, Fan Yiping did not show any fear, his right hand secretly held the short sword in his arms, when the Demon Flame Tiger's tongue was less than an inch away from his face, Fan Yiping pulled out the short sword and stabbed it towards the tongue, not wanting the short sword to touch the Demon Flame Tiger's tongue, it was slapped down by a giant claw, and the entire sleeve was slived, revealing three deep blood marks, the Demon Flame Tiger did not seem to be in a hurry to kill him, otherwise with the sharpness of the tiger's claws, with a palm, Fan Yiping's arm would have been cut off.

However, I don't know if it was Fan Yiping's actions that angered the Demon Flame Tiger, or because he was tempted by the smell of blood on his arm, the Demon Flame Tiger roared, and the tiger claws raised again, ready to stab Fan Yiping in the chest. When Liu Qiaoyan saw this scene, his whole heart was in a mess, and he released all the source qi of the qi mansion like crazy, shook off the opponent's blow, seized the opportunity, and ran towards Fan Yiping, but how could the Demon Flame Tiger easily miss this opportunity, and continue to attack with a palm, Liu Qiaoyan did not dodge, let this palm hit his back, and vomited blood again, but Liu Qiaoyan also used the power of this palm to speed up several times, but it was still too late, seeing that the tiger claw was about to stab down, Liu Qiaoyan shouted sadly: "Don't!" There was a burst of dizziness, and the whole person fainted directly,

At the moment when the tiger's claws stabbed, Fan Yiping was ready to meet the arrival of death, his eyes were closed, and he did not see the slightest look of panic, but in that short moment, the past came to mind, and he could no longer accompany his parents, he could not go into the mountains to hunt with his uncles, he could not play with his partners, he could not pull Fu Bo's beard, he could not ride on Fu Bo, he could not go to the river to catch fish, he could not open up the Qi Mansion, he could not condense the star source, he could not feel the power of the source master, and he could not help his father kill the enemy on the battlefield... Farewell, Father, Mother!

At that moment, he felt the claws pierce into his clothes, skin, and body, layer by layer, followed by incomparably painful sensations, and then, death, right? Fan Yiping thought like this in his heart, but the strange thing was that for a long time, he could still think, and he was conscious, and endured the pain, he slowly opened his eyes, but found that a person was standing in front of him, this face was very familiar to him, tears flowed instantly, how many times he cried and shouted, it was the kind old man in front of him who made him bully, how many times he refused to sleep, it was the old man in front of him who told him all kinds of stories and coaxed him to sleep, he was Fu Bo. At this critical moment, Fu Bo got rid of the opponent and blocked the fatal blow for him, the tiger claw directly penetrated Fu Bo's body and pierced into his body, he could feel that the blood of the two was fused together, and kept seeping out, but Fu Bo didn't care at all, he kept his usual smile on his face, his breath was weak, and he said with difficulty: "Little young master, the old slave will be gone in the future, you have to take good care of yourself, listen to the words of the general and the lady, and don't make them angry." If you have time, go to see Qing'er more and tell her that grandpa can't take care of her anymore!" Looking at the departing Fu Bo, Fan Yiping was very sad, his eyes had already been blurred by tears, and he kept calling and choked up.

The Demon Flame Tiger saw that Fan Yiping was still alive, and couldn't help but be even more angry, the tiger claws were withdrawn from Fu Bo's body, and then he was ready to stab down again, at this moment, a flying sword came from the sky, the momentum was strong, and it was close to the Demon Flame Tiger, and in an instant, it penetrated the head of the Demon Flame Tiger, killing him with one move; 。 I saw that Fan Lei's body did not move, and with a finger of his right hand, the flying sword flew towards the Demon Flame Tiger, just as the Demon Flame Tiger jumped out of the compound, met the flying sword in the air, and was directly cut into two sections, and his body was in a different place.

Liu Qiaoyan just hit too big a blow just now, and he was dizzy for a short time, but he was already awake at this moment, and saw the scene of Fu Bo's tragic death, as well as Fan Yiping, who was seriously injured on the ground, and was ready to stop the bleeding for him, and saw that the wound was in the dantian, and there was blood oozing out, and his face changed slightly; Then he walked towards Fan Yiping, stayed beside Fu Bo, bowed, and said sadly: "Fu Bo, thank you for saving Ping'er's life, you are the benefactor of our whole family, you can rest assured, Qing'er will be my biological daughter of Fan Lei in the future, no one will bully her, may you rest in peace!" waved his hand and ordered the two to carry Fu Bo away and prepare for a thick burial.

Stopping the wound, Liu Qiaoyan got up and whispered: "The situation is a little bad, Ping'er has injured the dantian, I'm worried..." She didn't say the following words, but just gave Fan Lei a look, Fan Lei immediately understood Liu Qiaoyan's worries, dantian, the foundation of the qi mansion, all cultivators must open up the qi mansion in the dantian, when the qi of the qi mansion can be released, it is the so-called qi fu through the Xuan, with this qi as a guide, can condense the star source, as long as the star source is condensed, it can continuously absorb the external source qi and enhance the strength; 。

Fan Lei squatted down, checked Fan Yiping's wound, and also had an ominous premonition in his heart, but he did not show it, he condensed the source qi in his palm, poured it into Fan Yiping's wound, and after a while, Fan Yiping's face improved slightly, and then he spoke: "Father, Fu Bo he..." Fan Lei comforted: "Fu Bo we will bury it well, you have to remember that your life was exchanged for Fu Bo's life, from now on, you have to live well, in order to be worthy of Fu Bo's spirit in the sky." Don't talk now, you're seriously injured this time, take care of your injuries, everything, wait until you're healed. ”

After carrying Fan Yiping back to the room, telling him to rest well, not to get out of bed and walk around, and to confirm again that the wound had not deteriorated, Fan Lei and Liu Qiaoyan exited the room, and on the way Fan Lei said: " Madam, although this wave of beast tide is defended, but the city gate must be defended at all times, I must rush over immediately, Ping'er and the family will bother you to take care of it more, and when the affairs in the house are dealt with, arrange someone to take Qing'er over; ”

"When the morning dawns, I will take her over, and I will treat her as my own daughter in the future. It's just that Ping'er's injury..."

Fan Lei sighed and said in a deep voice: "Perhaps, this is fate, I carefully checked Ping'er's wounds, his dantian has not yet opened up the Qi Mansion, and he was seriously injured by this, I am afraid that there will be no chance in the future, let him read more books, and live this life peacefully! Don't tell him in advance, when he is healed, find a suitable time to talk to him." ”

As soon as he lay flat on the bed, his mind kept coming to mind the figure of Fauber and all kinds of past events, this old man who had been taking care of him since he could remember, from this moment on, he would never see him again. Tears flowed out unscrupulously again, and I don't know how long it took, Fan Yiping fell asleep with grief, and that night, he had a dream, dreaming that Fu Bo came back to life, and accompanied him in the yard to do hide and hide, play games...