In this silent but dark tide of silence, Tong Yifei took the dagger unconsciously, with a strange longing in his eyes. After slowly turning the tip of her dagger, she was just one stab away from the final step.

"yes, that's it." Seeing that everything was going well, a smile appeared on the old face of the clone prophet, "Son, go see your parents." ”

"I... I'm going to see my parents. As she spoke, Tong Yifei smiled happily, "I.. I'm going to.."

"No..."

At the last moment, a faint but clear barrier broke the eerie silence. Mu Yangwei and the others were stunned for a moment, and then they all showed happy eyes, and Su Wolf regained consciousness!

In the eyes of everyone, Su Wolf, who was originally unconscious, had slowly stood up at this moment, although he had also suffered the strongest spiritual suppression of the clone prophet, but he was like a nobody, slowly pacing towards Tong Yifei step by step.

"Don't stab... Don't sting..."

I don't know if it was the shouting that worked, or the werewolf who regained consciousness exerted mental relief, Tong Yifei, who was about to stab the saber into the heart, hesitantly dropped his hands and turned his gaze to Su Wolf, who was pacing.

In her sight, the werewolf's face was completely blank, and the slow-walking body was unnaturally tilted to the side, and with the movement of her steps, her weakly lowered arms shook slightly due to inertia, looking like a drunkard with uncoordinated hands and feet.

"Su Wolf..."

Looking at his appearance, Tong Yifei's eyes, which were already overflowing, burst tears down his cheeks, but in the end, he couldn't help laughing: "You look stupid, stupid like Boss Tong." ”

In the face of Tong Yifei's ridicule, Su Wolf seemed to have no energy to respond, except for pacing step by step, there was only a mouth full of repeated blocking voices: "Don't... Don't stab..."

"Humph!"

Looking at the psoriasis-like Su Wolf, the prophet's eyebrows were cold, and he gathered some of the spiritual power pressed on the others to Su Wolf, forcing him to never say a second sentence. Fortunately, no matter how angry the prophet was, it seemed that Tong Yifei's awakening situation could not be reversed, and when she turned her head, she had completely become sober with her originally scattered eyes.

"Get out!" Seeing that he had fallen short, the clone prophet gave Su Wolf a punch without thinking, only to hear a bang, and Su Wolf, who was already uncoordinated in his limbs, completely fell to the ground at this moment, looking completely unconscious, but his eyes were coincidentally and coincidentally on Tong Yifei.

is obviously a pair of stunned eyes without focus, but Tong Yifei can vaguely distinguish a strong hope from it. She wanted to speak sarcastically, but she couldn't say anything when the words came to her lips. For some reason, Su Wolf was obviously unconscious, but Yifei's mind still seemed to be haunting his chattering dissuasion.

Looking at the military dagger in her hand, she didn't know what she thought, and her eyes gradually became firm.

"Damn it!" After scolding secretly, the prophet no longer hesitated, and was about to do it himself when he snatched the dagger, but before he could do it, he was completely stunned by Tong Yifei's words.

"I'll do it myself."

After saying this, Tong Yifei didn't care about the prophet's reaction, raised his hand and pulled out the small gun on his waist, opened the safety and reached his temple. After seeing her movements, Mu Yangwei and the others, who had reduced their pressure a little, struggled one after another, but the distance was too far, and they were about half a meter closer after climbing for a long time.

"Don't come here, don't try to stop me." After opening his mouth to dissuade everyone, Tong Yifei set his eyes on the unconscious Su Wolf, "When Su Wolf wakes up, tell him that I forgive him." I can already feel the sincerity of his promise to my father. ”

Speaking of this, she looked up at the others and added, "I have thought a lot and understood a lot these days. But I just can't let go of the hatred in my heart, I hate Mu Bin, I hate Xiahou Xian, and I hate Su Wolf who killed my father. But now, at least I don't hate Su Wolf anymore, and I am willing to forgive him for my father's death. ”

Seeing that Tong Yifei had made up his mind to die, Mu Yang Yuelan and the others showed sad eyes, and after several struggles to no avail, they had to listen to Yifei's last words silently.

"Mu Bin is dead, there is no need to settle the account anymore." Tong Yifei said, his gaze slid over everyone's faces, "Su Wolf, I forgive him, so there is no account to settle." Other than that, there is only one person left. ”

Speaking of this, her gaze fell on Xiahou Xian with a heavy weight.

Looking at Tong Yifei's gaze, Xiahou Xian, who was originally out of the way, suddenly widened his eyes. The words have come to this, how can he, who has been experienced for a long time, not understand the meaning contained in it. In everyone's sight, Tong Yifei's muzzle turned from his temple and pointed steadily at Xiahou Xian's head.

"Compared to Mu Bin and Su Wolf, I actually hate you the most. Without your contribution, Mu Bin would not be so ugly; Without your existence, Su Wolf would never have been able to deal with my father in his life. Heh, you brought a bunch of people, ran to the frigate to kill and rob, and afterwards you dared to sit at the same table with our father and daughter like no one else?! Haha, I couldn't help you before, but today, no one can protect you anymore, right? ”

Looking at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, Xiahou Xian struggled desperately, trying to withstand the suppression of the prophet at the moment of life and death. And Bai Lu and Bai Ying, who were anxious to protect the lord, saw that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, and their expressions also fell into madness.

Bang - Bang -

I don't know if it was because the prophet deliberately released the water, whether it was turning the muzzle of the gun or aiming and shooting, Tong Yifei's actions seemed to be smooth and smooth without stopping. As the four gunshots fell, the right-hand man of the Seventh Master of Kuntu Trading Company, Xiahou Xian, who originally had a great future, collapsed with a bang, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness and surprise that were about to come out.

"Hmm!!!"

After Xiahou Xian completely lost his breath, Bailu and Baiying first stopped for a long time, and then looked at Tong Yifei with red eyes. If it weren't for the strong suppression of the prophet's spirit, I'm afraid the two would have stepped forward to kill Tong Yifei alive.

"Ha, now the last enemy is also dead." After firing several shots in a row to ensure success, Tong Yifei showed a relieved smile on her face, and after taking one last look at the command cabin in amazement, she raised her right hand without hesitation and solved her life with one shot.

As a brilliant blood flower bloomed, Tong Yifei, who had lost his vitality, was powerless to fall. As if it was a coincidence, her eyes fell to meet Su Wolf's godless gaze. Just like when Jingshu and Mr. Su died before, the werewolf's originally dead brain also clearly sounded the last three words left by Tong Yifei:

"Thank you."