"Yue Ming......" Ye Qian's voice full of vicissitudes and helplessness came.

At this moment, Yue Ming felt that his world was silent, he seemed to be trapped in an endless darkness, and he could not see the future and light in front of him.

He heard an answer that was enough to destroy all his hopes: "What An Lengyao said is true, it was indeed Yue Xuan who killed An Tiankuo. ”

There was a crisp sound, and the sword in Yue Ming's hand fell to the ground, making a piercing sound. He only felt an indescribable emotion permeating his chest. He looked at An Lengyao, and for a moment felt that the young man in front of him with an indifferent expression was extremely unfamiliar.

"Why, why is this happening?" Yue Ming muttered to himself.

Yin Qianluo's cold body was still lying not far from him, and there was a feeling of extreme grief in his heart. Looking at Yin Qianluo's face, he suddenly remembered the scene of Yin Qianluo's dispute with him over An Lengyao not long ago:

"No one in the world can be trusted by you forever, but only your parents, only your parents! You are talking to me like this today for An Lengyao, if one day you know, you know ......"

Perhaps at that time, his mother wanted to tell him all the truth. In fact, she had hints at today's truth a long time ago. Yue Ming only suddenly realized now, no wonder Yin Qianluo would rather favor an arrogant Lin Chumo than have a straight eye on An Lengyao, no wonder whenever their mother and son mentioned An Lengyao, she would always be furious.

Yue Ming recalled what he had done along the way, only to feel full of guilt for his mother, and many times, he secretly resented her in his heart, and did not understand why she always disagreed with him. But now that I think about it, I have been living up to her intentions.

If he could have understood earlier, he would no longer be like that night when he looked at the person who loved him the most in the world.

But, what about An Lengyao?

Yue Ming raised his eyes and looked at the boy in front of him who had been friends with him for many years, if he had known the truth of all this, would they have walked such a long way side by side?

"Yao, I'...... It turns out that you already know everything, why didn't you tell me earlier, but at this time. Yue Ming whispered, why did you choose this day, all the unfortunate and sad things happened in one place.

"Because I don't want to hide it anymore, it's too painful." An Lengyao said, "Yue Ming, I felt the same mood as you when I knew the truth, perhaps, I was more uncomfortable than you, because I really couldn't believe that I had been friends with the son of an enemy for ten years...... These days, I've been torn between hatred and friendship with you, and you may not believe it, but there have been many times when I've almost convinced myself to let go of those past grudges, and that for the sake of our friendship, I can not care about the past......"

He said, his eyes slightly red: "But Yue Ming, I only feel that I am the stupidest person in the world now, and I have chosen to believe in our friendship again and again!" Thinking of the fact that Yue Ming had cast a spell on him, which made him endure severe pain every day, and now, this sword was drawn against him, and his heart couldn't help but be filled with hatred.

"You gave the token to Brother Nuochen, and you didn't want to see me, thinking that I was deliberately killing Yin Qianluo and casting a spell on me...... I don't want to resent you about any of this. I thought desperately in my heart, maybe you are just in a hurry because you are worried about your mother, but you will always figure everything out in the future...... But now......" An Lengyao didn't say any more.

Yue Ming was full of doubts when he heard this, and when he heard the "curse thing", he was even more shocked: "I have never done such a thing, how can I cast a spell on you?" ”

An Lengyao didn't want to listen to Yue Ming's explanation anymore, and he was really tired of this friendship. Friendship is the most precious affection in the world, and it is the warmest light in the deep cold night. But along the way, in the intertwining of grievances and grievances, he gradually realized that the light that he thought could ignite the darkness would one day turn into a flame that burned him.

"Yue Ming, I don't want to hear anything anymore. Don't you think I killed your mother? You can now pick up your sword from the ground and kill me again. Anyway, I'm under a spell, and I'm no match for you at all, so I'm powerless to resist. An Lengyao said.

Yue Ming was upset for a while, he didn't expect so many things to happen at once today, he looked at An Lengyao and moved his mouth, but he didn't know what else to say.

Ye Qian stood aside, also full of doubts. It seems that in the past few days, many things have happened that he doesn't know.

"Yue Ming, the truth of the Demon Queen remains to be verified." Ye Qian said, and then looked at An Lengyao again, "Xiao Yao, there are many things that we haven't fully figured out now, don't be in a hurry." You have been with Yue Ming for many years, this friendship is very valuable, as for those past events, I was looking for an opportunity to tell you, about your father, he was indeed executed because of bad intentions, you have to understand......"

"Enough!" An Lengyao interrupted in a cold voice, he looked at the elder in front of him who had been patiently teaching him for countless days, "You killed my father, this is already a fact, what do you want me to understand?" Now that I think about it, I'm the most ridiculous person. You know everything, but you still hide it from me, and you must be secretly laughing at it every day when you see me here like a theater watcher calling me a brother and brother to the son of a murderer who killed his father's enemy, right? ”

Because he had no father or mother since he was a child, he should have wandered around, but because Yue Ming gave him a place to live, he remembered this kindness in his heart. Even if he was bullied in the demon world, he was willing to endure it silently, always putting himself in the most inconspicuous corner, not daring to ask for anything, just because of the friendship with Yue Ming, with this friendship, he was willing to endure everything. But now, when he thinks back to those pictures of the past, he feels extremely ironic.

An Lengyao, you are too stupid after all, to be played by so many people.

An Lengyao raised his head and took a deep breath, he looked at Yue Ming, secretly exerting force in his hand, and the long sword that had just fallen from Yue Ming's hand slowly floated into the air. Yue Ming stared at the long sword levitating in front of him, unmoved.

An Lengyao seemed to have made a decision in his heart, he closed his eyes, and in an instant, a blue light flashed in his right hand, and after the light dissipated, he opened his eyes again, and he was already holding a sword in his hand.

"Over the years, we've fought each other several times, but we've never really been separated. Today, let's try again, a real battle with a sword. An Lengyao said slowly.

Yue Ming had always been unfazed, but at this moment, he looked at the young man in front of him, and he was a little overwhelmed. He didn't want the two of them to come to this point, but in the face of so many grievances, he was powerless to change all this.

An Lengyao saw Yue Ming's hesitation: "Ming, what are you still hesitating about?" Do you think that things have come to this point, and after all this has come to light, there may be room for manoeuvre between us? Even if you kill me, no one will say anything, and I am the son of a traitor, and it is not a pity to die. ”

Yue Ming looked at An Lengyao's eyes and saw the determination in those eyes clearly. The two of them have had a tacit understanding with each other for many years, and as long as the other person's eyes are one, the other person can understand. He knew that this battle was inevitable.

Yue Ming stretched out his hand and re-grasped the long sword in front of him.

An Lengyao saw the tip of the Yue Ming Sword pointing diagonally downward, and knew that the man didn't want to make a move with him first, so he made up his mind, and his body moved, and he took the lead in stabbing towards Yue Ming.

Yue Ming dodged, and the sword swept past him. An Lengyao retracted his stinging momentum, and a ray of blue light flew out of his fingertips. Yue Ming knew that An Lengyao meant to fight to the death, and the moment he raised his hand, a silver light screen appeared in front of him, blocking the blue light.

An Lengyao smiled coldly and rose into the air, and at the same time, he threw the sword above his head, and the sword instantly turned into dozens of swords, glowing with cold silver light. He made a gesture of his hands with a forward finger, and the swords flew swiftly towards the Immortal.

Yue Ming was not in a hurry, jumping into the air, he looked at An Lengyao, the long sword in his hand blocked his chest, and turned into a white vortex, temporarily resisting the blade flying towards him.

"Styx, you're still hesitating." An Lengyao saw that Yue Ming was only defending and not attacking at the beginning, and now he was just resisting his formation and not cracking it, so he understood Yue Ming's intentions.

"Yao, I just want to get everything straight, and it shouldn't be like this between us." Yue Ming still wants to try to salvage the situation.

An Lengyao smiled contemptuously: "What's the point of saying this now?" When you stabbed me with that sword before, did you think about these words now? Besides, isn't your mother still lying on the ground? Have you forgotten so quickly that there is not only a father-killing feud between us, but also a mother-killing feud? If Yin Qianluo is under the Nine Springs, seeing you like this, he will probably annoy you and me, right? But...... The picture that makes this woman angry and impatient is exactly what I want to see. ”

"An Lengyao!" Yue Ming was angry at An Lengyao's disrespectful words to Yin Qianluo. He instantly came to his senses, yes, what the hell was he doing now? How could he be soft in the face of a man who killed his mother?

Yue Ming quickly formed a magic seal in his hand, like An Lengyao, and he no longer had a trace of forbearance at this moment.

An Lengyao only felt a huge force surging towards him, he was already under a spell, and he had lost most of his cultivation, plus he had just been stabbed by Yue Ming, and he was even weaker, how could he stand this magic seal? He felt a sweetness in his throat, followed by a large stream of salty liquid pouring into his mouth. But he endured it and didn't spit it out, trying to suppress the discomfort in his body, and still trying his best to gather his internal strength to resist the opponent's attack.

However, Yue Ming's skill is not something that ordinary people can resist, and because of his injuries, his strength plummeted slightly, and he was instantly swallowed by Yue Ming's huge energy, falling from the air to the ground, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and he couldn't move again.

An Lengyao fell to the ground, watching the young king walk towards him step by step with a long sword in his hand, and a smile appeared on his lips. He thought that most of his life was spent in confusion, and he made friends with the son of his father's enemy, and he chose to let go of his desire to avenge his father several times because of this friendship, but at this last moment, he finally did something for his father, although it failed.

He saw Yue Ming walking towards him step by step, and with each step, his heart was quiet. He has never been able to deny that even if the two of them misunderstood, the little intersections of the past ten years have finally left an eternal mark on his heart, and his heart is always thinking of the kindness of that person to him; If you can die in the hands of Yue Ming, it will not be a relief.

Yue Ming finally stood in front of him, An Lengyao looked at the slowly raised long sword, and finally closed his eyes with a smile.

At that moment, he thought that the so-called world is unpredictable, and it should be so. In this world, there are so many grievances and grievances, right and wrong, and the authorities naturally can't help but be implicated, but why do they, who should be bystanders, have to demarcate the boundary between love and hate so clearly?

After all, they have come to this point according to the trajectory that has long been predestined.