"What?" Yao Shen held the long-awaited dragon gun in his hand, a little at a loss.

"It's okay, you just have to watch what I do. Yao Bing put one hand on Yao Shen's shoulder, and the other hand grabbed the head of the Long Ming spear, which was pressed against the man's throat, as if he was teaching Yao Shen to fish.

"Phew!" the man threw his head back and spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm on Yao Bin's face.

"Huh. Yao Bin didn't laugh angrily, wiped the phlegm off his face, and pressed the hand holding Long Ming's gun hard, and the blade of the gun slashed at the man's shoulder, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

"Shhh

"Yan Mo, you are clear about my means. Tell me, where is the headquarters of your damn mercenary group?" ”

"Brute. Yan Mo lowered his head weakly, his face covered with cold sweat oozing from pain, "Tell you?

"You filthy things who live in the dark have also begun to talk about righteousness?"

"Hehe, aren't you?" Yan Mo raised his head with difficulty, "Remember Gu Sangun? Jingchuan's second most wanted character on the list, you chased and killed him for seven days and seven nights, he fled to his hometown and hid in the village. You killed the whole village to force him out. What qualifications do you have to talk to Lao Tzu about justice?"

"If he is guilty, he deserves to die. As for some inconsequential people, they will inevitably have to be sacrificed, and I can't control it. ”

"By the way, I remembered. Gu Sangun is the second on the Jingchuan wanted list, and the first on the list seems to be you, ghostly and flying. Isn't it ironic that every sin must be punished, and every evil must be killed?"

"Don't bother, when there is nothing evil in this world to kill, I will kill myself. Yao Bin pulled out the tip of the spear and slowly moved it to Yan Mo's eyes, "You hurry up, I hope you can leave yourself a relatively intact corpse." ”

Suddenly, Yao Bin felt the dragon gun in his hand sink, frowned, and lowered his head. I saw that Yao Shen had already let go of the hand holding the gun, staring at the wound on Yan Mo's shoulder, his little face pale.

"Yao Shen!" Yao Bin said softly.

Yao Shen woke up like a dream, looked up at his father, and there was some self-blame and hesitation in his eyes.

"It's okay, I'll get used to it soon. Yao Bin saw through his son's thoughts, smiled, let go of the hand holding the tip of Long Ming's spear, and dipped his fingertips on the wound on Yan Mo's shoulder, smearing blood on Yao Shen's lips, "You have to understand that mercy is the most useless thing in the world. You just need to remember that all evil will be killed, and you don't have to worry about other things that have nothing to do with you. ”

“······ The child understands. ”

Yao Bin glanced at Yan Mo disdainfully, and then patted Yao Shen on the shoulder, "Use him to try your dragon Ming marksmanship, but remember not to kill him, let him take every shot alive." ”

Yao Shen was silent for a moment, his eyes became cold and resolute, and just as he was about to nod, a woman's angry voice suddenly sounded behind them.

"Stop!" the woman ran anxiously in the direction of the two, and the paper umbrella in her arms was thrown into the mud by her.

"Mother!" Yao Shen was startled and hurriedly turned around. Just like the ice being washed away by flowing water, the resoluteness in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and his cold gaze became dazed. Seeing this, Yao Bin frowned, and "hummed", his face was a little ugly, irritable and a little annoyed.

The drizzle follows the wind, and it is like a complaint.

"How did you get ······?" Yao Bin said helplessly.

"Shut up!" the woman swept straight in front of Yao Bin, interrupted his words, pulled Yao Shen aside, and hugged her into her arms, "What do you want to do? Do you want to turn Shen'er into a pervert like you?"

"Here it is again, how many times have I said that I am turning Shen'er into himself. ”

"You're too much!" the woman scolded, "I can't control what you've done outside, but how can you pay it back, pay it back······ You always say what you want, what do you want, Shen'er is my son! Have you asked me what you want!"

"But he's my son too!" Yao Bin suddenly became angry and stepped forward and yelled loudly.

"Don't forget he's not!" the woman lowered her head, tears dripping onto Yao Shen's confused face.

“······” Yao Bin froze in place, his chest rising and falling violently.

"I won't let you take my Shen'er. You get out of here, get out of here with your guns. ”

The wind was a little tighter, and there was no warmth of the spring breeze, and the peach petals shivered on the branches.

The woman hugged Yao Shen very tightly, like a cloud in her arms that would drift away at any time. In his mother's warm embrace, Yao Shen's eyes gradually calmed down again. At the end of the day, he's just an eight-year-old. But this kind of innocent and kind face, which is the same as ordinary children, has fanned the ignorant karmic fire in Yao Bin's heart more and more, and it seems that it will overflow from his ears and eyes at any time, burning the entire peach forest into a sea of fire.

Yao Bin's face was pale, he slowly stepped forward, grabbed his wife's wrist, and said as calmly as he could: "Let's go to the side, don't quarrel in front of the children." ”

As he spoke, Yao Bin couldn't help but say and pulled the woman aside.

The sound of the two arguing was obscured by the wind and rain.

The woman slapped Yao Bin in the face.

Yao Bin held the woman in his arms.

Blood mixed with rain seeped into the dirt.

······

"You are the only woman I have ever loved in my life, or even the only person I have ever loved in my life······ I'm sorry. ”

"Do you remember the first time we met? Hehe, Shen'er didn't remember anything at that time. A besieged half-demon has snatched your son, held him hostage, and fled all the way to the Huangmu Mountains of Xiling. I chased the beast and met you. You cried and begged me to bring Shen'er back, and I promised to bring him back intact. ”

"Actually, I played a trick on me at the time, and I didn't tell you later. Killing that half-demon is my goal, and what about saving people? ”

"I fought all the way to the periphery of the Huangmu Mountain Range, and the half-demon used your son to blackmail me, but I ignored it and cut off his head directly. Luckily, I was fast enough and Shen'er wasn't hurt. But I angered the ancient half-demon who called himself 'Salan'. ”

"It's strong, arguably the strongest opponent I've ever faced in my life. Look at the scar on my face, from the brute's claws. I got the dragon gun at the age of thirteen, the marksmanship at the age of seventeen, and the dragon sound book at the age of nineteen, and since then I have fought two thousand one hundred and seventy-nine battles, and only this one defeat. Fortunately, although I am not an opponent, if I want to escape, he can't stop him. ”

"My real name has long been forgotten by me, first the charm of the general, then the ghost of the flying catch, it was you who gave me the name 'Yao Bin'. I have eliminated countless evils, but I never thought that I would fall in love with others because I killed a half-demon. Hehe, very amazing experience. For me at that time, it was good to have a secluded place to rest outside the rivers and lakes. ”

"I'm no longer alone, I have a home, I have a name, I have an ordinary wife who loves me, and, moreover, a son. I swear, at first I never thought of dragging Shen'er into the rivers and lakes. Yao Bin is Yao Bin, and the ghost sorrow flying catch is the ghost sorrow flying catch. ”

"However, once I woke up and saw Shen'er holding my dragon gun and secretly practicing in the courtyard. That's when I realized that although he wasn't my flesh and blood, he was too much like me. Later, I taught him marksmanship and taught him dragon mingjian. You disagree, but trust me, it's his own choice. He is the same person as I am, he is my son. ”

"Really······ In retrospect, the father-son relationship was truly the most complicated relationship in the world. They can be brothers, they can be masters and apprentices, or they can be enemies. Blood relationship is not that important, just recognition. Hehe, it's far away. ”

"Shen'er is not only my son, but also my future. What country am I from? I forget, it's like a small country on the edge of two empires. I was an orphan since I was a child, and I joined the army at the age of eight and did odd jobs in the army. Later, the troops became rebels and returned from the counterattack to occupy the town where I was born. At first there were people who resisted, but of course, after the slaughter of the city it was gone. ”

"I watched those people die in front of me, and guess what I thought? I suddenly realized that that's what dead people are all about. As long as you are strong enough, you can take the lives of others at will. Hehe, don't blame me for being indifferent. It also occurred to me that if I could be stronger than the murderers, I would be able to punish them in their way. The weak eat the strong, the strong eat the flesh and blood, and the stronger eat. ”

"I found a gun in a collector's house in the town. It is said that this is a divine weapon handed down from ancient times, slaughtering countless demons, killing countless people, tasting thousands of years of blood, and the gun is 'dragon roar'. I felt the murderous spirit in the gun, so I took it into the rivers and lakes, and later joined the charm department, and then returned to the rivers and lakes, and finally met you and Shen'er. ”

"I've actually been a little discouraged over the years. I proclaim that every sin will be punished, and all evil will be killed, and when there is nothing evil left to kill, I will commit suicide and die. But how could it be done? Compared with how many wicked people there are in this world, I may not be his opponent in my life. But with Shen'er, it's different, he will be the next me, and the dragon spear will always be sharp in his hand, so that sin will always bow down to our generation. ”

"I'm sorry, I was a person with no future, Shen'er is my future, I can't lose him, I can't. I'm sorry, I can't make Shen'er mediocre, your weakness will wear out his nature. I'm sorry, and I wouldn't know why I would have to say so much to a dead man. I've always loved you, but I can't give up on my future. ”

······

What they said, Yao Shen doesn't remember anymore. All he remembered was that the scattered petals fluttered in the wind, as if wailing, as if sobbing. The sound of rain, insects, quarrels, the smell of falling flowers, the smell of earth, and the cold touch of the rain on the skin were all gone, and only the sound of the wind was still clear, like a very real nightmare.

In the nightmare, he saw his father's bloody palm coming out of his mother's back. His other arm held his mother in his arms and seemed to whisper in her ear, like love words between lovers. After that, the father let go of his hand, and the mother's body fell to the ground.

In the nightmare, he saw himself clutching the dragon spear tightly, his fingernails cutting at the palm of his hand, but he didn't feel pain. As soon as the blood came into contact with the dragon spear, it was instantly sucked dry, and there seemed to be a bloodthirsty fierce soul cheering in the steel spear. The sound of thunder came down the palm of his hand, echoing in his heart, like the miserable laughter of an ugly imp.

In the nightmare, he saw the man tied to the tree roaring, but there was no sound. His fingertips surged with gray blade qi, and he broke the rope with all his might. The wound on his shoulder was torn, and the rope strangled blood on his arm. He rushed towards his father, but was easily defeated by him. The father grabbed him by the neck and lifted him in the air, with his back to him.

In the nightmare, he saw himself rushing towards his father, the dragon gun passing through his chest. The father fell, and the man picked himself up and fled. Several black figures appeared out of nowhere, surrounding the fallen father. One of them looked up in the direction of his escape, and the ghost mask that greeted him became the last image of the nightmare.

In the nightmare, there is no sound of dispute, only the thunder in the bottom of the heart, and the death in the eyes.

······

"You're awake! You've been in a coma for three days and three nights, and I thought you wouldn't wake up. ”

“······”

"Hello! My name is Yan Hong, and we will be brothers from now on. ”

“······”

"Why don't you speak? Are you dumb?"

“······”

"Daddy, you're here! You see he's awake, but he's like he's dumb. ”

"Don't talk nonsense! Go, play with Xiaoyu, don't disturb your brother's rest. ”

"Oh. ”

"Child, you're awake. How are you? Eat something. ”

"Where is this?"

"This is my mercenary group. To be precise, it's a rabble cobbled together by the remnants of three mercenary groups, and they don't even have names. Alas, it is all thanks to your father. ”

"My father, my father ······"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Who is he?"

"What?"

"My father, who is it?"

"Y-You don't remember?"

“······”

"Do you remember who you are?"

“······”

"And who do you remember?"

"Mo, Mo, Mo······ Refined. ”

"Mobin, hehe, it's okay, you will be called the last soldier in the future, quite a unique name. From now on, I will be your father. ”

······

The eleventh basement of Yisang City, the most secret prison of the Empire.

An old man's voice came from the suffocating darkness.

"Rare guest. ”

Before he could finish speaking, a slight sound of unlocking came from outside the heavy Wutie gate, accompanied by the sound of metal rubbing against the ground. Layer upon layer, burst after burst. I don't know how long it took, but the voice gradually became clearer. Finally, a crack slowly opened in the Wutie Gate.

I don't know how long it took for the door to open completely. The faint light of the fire passed through the hundred-meter-long corridor outside the door, and at the door of the room, a tall figure of a man with a heavy sword on his back was reflected. In the corridor, I don't know how many equally heavy Wu iron gates, and there are two soldiers standing next to each iron door, carrying iron chains and locks weighing hundreds of pounds.

"This dungeon can trap your body, but it can't trap your senses. ”

"Trap me?If it weren't for Mo Cang's old miscellaneous spell mark revealing my location, you would have been able to catch me?, though, I'm still looking forward to fighting you, Blood Sword Slave. In the dimly lit room, an emaciated figure stood with his back to the hallway, his long dirty hair draped all the way to the ground.

"Somebody will fight you. ”

"Really, what year is it?"

"New Age 3174. ”

"Oh, that was probably 3165, when he would have been twenty-four. ”

"You're in a place like this, and you can still know how long nine years is?" the Blood Sword Slave laughed mockingly.

"Count. The old man's voice was calm.

The Blood Sword Slave's laughter paused, and he moved away, allowing the faint glow of fire to completely penetrate the room. I saw that the wall in front of the old man was full of dense nicks.

“······”

"Count eighty-six thousand four hundred. The old man touched the wall and said slowly, "From the moment I felt the dragon spear appear in Yisang, I have been waiting for this day. Your patience is better than I thought, but it's still not as good as mine. ”

"How did you know we were going to look for you? ”

"Joke, is the old man's son something you can deal with?" the old man suddenly laughed, even this eleventh underground prison could not suppress his arrogance.

The Blood Sword Slave was silent for a moment and said, "Then you can reunite, if he is still your son." ”

The old man turned his head suddenly, twenty-five years of darkness had not polluted his eyes, and he was as cold as a front.