"Ahem...... Interesting...... Is...... Interesting ...... Ability ......" Ning Yi said intermittently while holding his chest and coughing up blood, "Illusion...... Is it still a trick...... Can you ...... Hide from my ......"

He bent down and began to retch violently, spitting out a large pile of broken organ fragments.

Seeing Ning Yi's embarrassed appearance at the moment, Kong Feiti turned his head a little awkwardly, while Bai Wang had a look of can't get enough of it: "It's your own fault, otherwise we wouldn't have had to come to this point." ”

Ning Yiming looked up and glared at him: "Innocent ......" leaned down and continued to retch.

The White King narrowed his eyes: "Innocent? Indeed, I was naïve in the past. I naively thought that you would stay quietly in Guibaiyuan. If I knew that one day you would attack Ti'er, then I would have killed you a long time ago, how could I leave you so much time to arrange? ”

"Hehehehe...... "Ning Yi Yi laughed weakly, "So...... You kill me this time...... And then what...... Continue to close Guibai, right...... Guibai is in ...... ...... in your hands Thirty-six days in a row...... Few outsiders know about it......"

Speaking of this, he took a deep breath and sneered, "Ah...... Also right...... After all, it's thirty-six days...... It's all a bunch of ...... Shrimp Soldier Crab will ...... In the thirty-six days of my reign...... Just one of them...... can be easily defeated...... A large group of ...... These ...... you promoted Little Furry Kids...... Look at them......"

He tilted his head to the ridge where the roar of battle was still coming from: "...... More than twenty people...... Go for a ...... Blackstone Mountain Master ...... It's not even ...... yet. Determine the winner ......"

The White King's expression was indifferent: "If it weren't for those who were under your control and didn't do their best, how could the Black Stone Mountain Lord hold on until now?" ”

"Huh...... "Ning Yi panted, "Guibai...... In your hands...... It will only be reduced to ...... Bottom Tier Countries...... You ......"

"Needless to say," interrupted the White King, "we've been arguing about this for years. It is great that you created Guibai, but most of your subsequent decisions are wrong, and what you do will only lead Guibai to perdition. All I can do is get Guibai back on the way to a strong country,"

"Good...... We don't argue...... ......" Ning Yiqian finally exhausted his last breath, his body collapsed and fell from the air, slamming on a pipe he had summoned, throbbing twice and no longer moving.

"Deserve it......" After all the liquids on the ground disappeared, Kong Feiti, who fell to the ground, finally couldn't help but scold.

For as long as he could remember, he had no memories of being close to this father. Except for giving him a small snake on his tenth birthday, Kong Feixi never got what an ordinary child deserved from Ning Yi.

It's fatherly love.

Kong Feiti's favorite thing to do when he was a child was to lie on the roof, watching the family soap operas caused by the unstable signal through the screen on his wrist, and the stereoscopic images were constantly shaking, while touching the little hair next to him and waiting for his father's arrival.

That's 10 years. But time doesn't mean anything to him, and his daily life is the same. Get up, eat, talk to Xiaomao, and watch the messy literary and artistic works on the screen...... His screen was even restricted from data exchange, and he couldn't even see Guibai's news and what was happening outside.

Except for a few days, his adoptive father Kong Xun would bring his own son or Kong Feixian to talk to him, and he didn't feel that time was passing at all.

On the day when he finally looked forward to his father, Ning Yixi came by the shoulders of Ning Feixi, who was already as tall as him. Kong Feiti begged his father to take him out, but Ning Yiyi didn't say anything, just knocked him unconscious with a knife in his hand. When he woke up, he found himself lying on his grass bed, and there was no one around him.

And since then, even Ning Feixian hasn't come to see him much.

The long period of loneliness has exhausted all of Kong Feiti's patience. He began to hate his father, and even his mother, whom he had never met. When the hatred is exhausted, all that remains in his heart is indifference.

Father? It doesn't matter...... I'm fine on my own. Don't worry about food or clothing, don't have to go to work like those people outside, fight and give birth, live a very chic life, and it's the same with or without parents. Brothers? Schoolmate? Friend? Partner? None of that is needed.

He didn't know what was left inside, but at least on the surface, that's what he thought.

Even if he knew that his brother later replaced his father as the White King and blocked this place, he would rather not be able to enter at all, he didn't hate his brother at all. After all, he had known for a long time that no matter whether his father was in power or not, he would not come to see him.

After meeting Cheng Wulin today, he suddenly felt that his seven emotions and six desires, which had been silent for a long time, seemed to be stimulated, and began to sprout again and settle into his mind. He began to crave friends, family, and especially ...... He wanted to see his father.

At that time, he thought that Cheng Wulin, the gentle attitude of the nether who kidnapped him, was instructed by his father, and it was because his father wanted to see him and thought that he would go crazy. He began to feel uneasy, began to be at a loss, and didn't know what to say to his father and how to get along with him after seeing him again, so that he was a little absent-minded and irritable about Cheng Wulin's concern all the way back.

The deepest feeling is excitement.

When their group was attacked by that inexplicable chess piece organization, when Xiao Mao's life and death were uncertain, the fear of death in his heart slowly turned into anger towards his father.

Why didn't my father come to my rescue? Is the father acquiescing to this? Why can't the people sent by my father protect me?

Did my father really just want to see me?

When he woke up from his coma and buried the dead Xiao Mao, these complicated feelings were calm again. When he saw his father's fake, emotionless but pretended to care face, he realized that his father had not changed anything at all, and he had never cared about his son.

Especially...... He still wants to kill me.

Think of me like a bomb, huh? Was it the tool used to kill my brother?

Kong Feiti's eyelids drooped, looking at Ning Yi's corpse indifferently, there was only one emotion left in his heart, only disappointment, a strong disappointment in Ning Yixi.

"You are not worthy to be our father." He whispered in a low voice.

"Really? Hey......"

Ning's corpse suddenly let out a sigh.

Under the stunned gaze of the White King and Kong Feixi, Ning Yi hoped that the big hole in his chest and abdomen would begin to heal quickly. bones, internal organs, blood vessels, fascia, skin...... Little by little, layer by layer, it was quickly smooth and intact.

The white king's eyes were quick, and he quickly waved the paper umbrella in his hand. Ning's entire head turned into nothingness in an instant under the umbrella surface. But he sat up like a headless zombie, groping his neck back and forth. After a few seconds, the white skeleton rebuilt the shape of the skull again, and the terrifying skull opened its fleshless mouth as if it were laughing.

"Don't be in such a hurry...... I haven't finished my sentence yet...... I just wanted to say ...... Your little tricks, I seem to be too! ”