Then, the corners of Zhao Fan's eyes moistened, and tears dripped from them.

From this angle, no one can see him crying, and the man doesn't flick when he has tears, but he doesn't get to the sad place!

But then, Zhao Fan raised his hand and pressed it twice on his eyelids, when he opened his eyelids, his eyes were calm, as if there were no waves, but under this calm, there was a monstrous hatred......

Zhao Fan is the backbone, responsibility and mission of supporting half the sky for everyone in the courtyard, and he is not allowed to do this.

Anyone can cry, but not yourself!

A man, when the revenge is not avenged, has no qualification to cry!

Seventeen broken pink bones turned into powder in an instant, the bones of thousands of years ago, now that the soul is gone, the years will ruthlessly destroy it.

Zhao Fan took an empty Sumeru bag, stretched out his hands, and sealed the ashes of Seventeen into it one by one, and none of them fell.

At the same time, a desolate atmosphere, with the death of Seventeen, permeates the courtyard.

Xiao Mink, Peach, Jiang Rao and Yaoyao, who had a good relationship with Seventeen in the past, and even Liu Wanfu, who was often bullied and suppressed, couldn't cry like a tearful person......

Zhao Fan picked up the Sumeru bag, put it into the Jialan Sumeru jade, and then slowly got up, and said forcefully: "It's me who takes it for granted, it's me who has burdened everyone." ”

Jiang Rao shook her head and said, "Brother Fan, there is nothing that is not involved, following you is a rare blessing in our lives." ”

"Yes, little master." Liu Wanfu cried and said: "If you want to blame, blame that shit door!" ”

While everyone was sad, they comforted Zhao Fan, because everyone knew that he was the saddest one, the huge mansion was destroyed, and his fiancée, who would be married in a few days and was pregnant, was robbed, the personal maid died, and the brother of life and death was unconscious!

Chen Chun'er even knew what the three words of Shenjimen meant to the young man in front of him!

At this time, Lin Longtu sighed heavily, stepped forward and said: "Virtuous son-in-law, don't put too much pressure on yourself, I read the words on the wall, it is clear that it is a dead end that invites you to enter the urn, if you are not sure now, when the strength is enough in the future, don't forget to avenge Qianqian." ”

His voice was almost a bruised by the rubbing of his throat.

As Lin Qianqian's father, I'm afraid no one wants to save Lin Qianqian safe and sound more than him!

Zhao Fan shook his head, and said solemnly: "The other party only gave me seven days, if I don't appear at the Broken Head Cliff at that time, I may not see Qianqian in this life, and maybe I won't see her after death." If so, what's the point of me being strong? ”

Lin Longtu was speechless, and at the same time a little relieved, he clearly felt that this son-in-law who could surpass the Lin family with a single hair really cared about his daughter.

Uncle Wang nodded slightly and didn't say anything.

Then, Zhao Fan came to Shenxiu's side, he reached out against his wrist, injected a Longyang Pill force, and sensed it for a few seconds, and then he knew what the situation was.

Shenxiu's body and soul were hit hard, and when he was on the verge of death, he fell into a deep sleep, which is a protective mechanism for himself.

Before I changed it, I was afraid that this life would be wasted.

However, Zhao Fan obtained a kind of heavenly and earthly treasure in the secret realm of the ruins, called Bodhi Zi, which can survive with dead wood, and if the Buddha Dao is extraordinary, it will not only recover as before, but also go further.

Bodhi seed, just one.

Zhao Fan did not hesitate to take out the Jialan Sumeru jade, pinched Shenxiu's mouth with one hand, stuffed the Bodhi seed into it with the other hand, and said: "Carry Brother Shenxiu into the room, within a month, don't go in and disturb, he will be fine." ”

Chen Sanshao picked up Shenxiu and entered the villa.

"Alas......" Zhao Fan sighed in his heart, and came to the grief-stricken Huang Fuqing, if you want to say who is most guilty, it is her and the baby corpse in her arms.

Be implicated in trouble!