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The sharp pain made Fan's strength always increase involuntarily, and the sharp thorns of the silent ripper continued to cut the neck of the day.

Fan's indifference made all the Bai family soldiers stop one after another, and even Bai Fenglie had to stop his posture.

"Stop, stop." Bai Shi swallowed nervously, "You won't get any benefit from killing me, we can talk." ”

"Shut up!" Fan's left hand was gently pulled, and a wound that was an inch long immediately cracked across Bai Baici's neck.

"Let's go!" Van then yelled and shouted at both Art and Angelil.

Art looked at Van with an extremely complicated expression of pain, although he was very reluctant to admit it, but this was the second time Van had saved his life.

"Let's go!" Looking at Art, who was standing in place and hesitating, Van couldn't help but roar eagerly, and his bulging chest inevitably collided with the broken ribs, and he immediately spurted out a puddle of pus and blood.

Fishy pus and blood poured all over the side of his face during the day, and the blood red covered his uncertain eyes.

Art finally stopped insisting, and in any way he had no reason to do so. So he caught one last glimpse of Van and walked towards the battered chariot with his chest clutched.

"Stop." Fan gasped and stopped Bai Fenglie, who was about to move forward.

Bai Fenglie's fist kept retracting, and the intense anger burned in his body, he must not let Art leave, or let anyone leave, because this is a big plan related to the future of the Bai family,

But the life and death of Bai Ci are in his hands at the same time, if he chooses the family, then the fate of Bai Ci will go to the unknown, and the difficult choice that Fang Caifan encountered is actually staged again in this way.

The roaring engine of the chariot finally sounded, and Art walked away without hesitation.

Bai Fenglie was still hesitating.

"Angelil?" Fan asked with a gasp, but he didn't dare to turn around easily, he had to make sure that he was always facing Bai Fenglie.

His cries went unanswered, as if they had sunk into the sea.

"Angelil?" Van couldn't help but ask again.

"Don't ask, she's dead." Bai Fenglie took a breath and snorted coldly, his eyes indifferently staring directly at Angelil, who was facing the sky and motionless.

It was like a thunderclap, so much so that the strength of Fan's knife couldn't help but slow down.

"What?!" Fan's expression was momentarily dull,

"I don't believe it!" He yelled, shouting Angelil's name again, and dragged Bai Ci's body backwards step by step.

The news brought by Bai Fenglie kept echoing in his mind. He didn't want to admit it, and he didn't want to admit it at all.

But until this moment, he still did not get any response from Angelil, and his heart sank little by little, like a boat swallowed up by the wind and waves.

On his dull and pale face, there was a thick and indelible pain, and Fan laughed miserably, like the saddest sigh in the world. He chose Art, and he had to give up Angelil, which was his choice, and he had to take responsibility for it.

He should have been ready for such an outcome, but when this terrible news really appeared in front of his eyes, he realized that he had been holding on to luck and deceiving himself.

"Someone you trust has abandoned you." This sentence given by the day is like a sharp blade that constantly cuts Fan's heart.

"He'd rather save an unknown angel of death than save you", "He's been using you!" ”

Every word before these times continued to stir the vortex of torment in his world as deep as the wind and waves.

"Not really." Van was low and hoarse, he wanted to explain it all, but he lost the opportunity forever.

His pupils were filled with sadness and something no one had ever seen before, something called remorse.

"What are you waiting for!" Bai Fenglie's roar like a raging wave seemed to be substantial, which made Fan, who was fully guarded, suddenly shake his body.

Daytime's ferocious elbow blow hit Fan's chest like lightning at the same time, and those broken ribs finally completely pierced Fan's lungs, and the blood poured like a downpour, wetting Dayday's entire body.

It was as if a chariot had crashed through it, and his entire ribcage was sinking unnaturally.

The face is like gold paper, and the shape is like rotten wood.

During the day, he gave a blow to defeat the enemy, and immediately widened the distance between the two, his neck was still bleeding uncontrollably, and for the rest of his life, he just wanted to avoid the guy who couldn't be killed.

Seeing this, Bai Fenglie's expression became even more dull and annoyed, "You waste! He finally couldn't help but scold, "I don't think it's easy for you to hold the position of patriarch at all!" From today onwards, the position of patriarch will never be with you! ”

Bai Fenglie said that he jumped out, and his unreserved punch was like a flying star outside the sky, and the momentum of the angry wind was wrapped in the power of the majestic sea, and without any hesitation, he hit the fan who shook like a dead wood.

Bai Fenglie's roar is still in his ears, of course, Bai Tianci's complexion is not good, and it can even be described as Tie Qing, Bai Fenglie's character has always been the same, and it is difficult for anyone to make him change anything he decides, so he said that Bai Tianci can't be the patriarch, then he just can't be the patriarch.

Therefore, Bai Baici, who had been preparing and paving the way for his future, was so simply denied by others, and this mood could get better.

Bai Fenglie's punch was about to hit Fan's body, and the sonic boom was loud as far as the fist wind reached, if this punch was in place, it would be enough to break the alloy, not to mention the fragile human tissue.

In the face of this imposing punch, Fan's numb eyes revealed a little tiredness, his whole life was spent in endless battles, trials, missions, escapes, survival. All the trajectories of his life are soaked in the blood of battle all the time.

His blood, the blood of his enemies, and the blood of his partners.

If memories are colored, then Van can't think of any other possibilities than blood.

Exhaustion, exhaustion filled every part of his body.

Before he could experience the joy of Art's resurrection, he had to endure the unspeakable pain of Angelil's death.

What do people live for?

In the past, Van thought more for himself, but from this moment on, he realized that people may never be able to live alone.

Those bonds, whether beautiful or painful, can no longer be stripped from the human body from the moment man has it.

No matter how indifferent Fan looked at everything, his heart was always longing for that trace of warmth, that trace of bonding.

People always have an epiphany at the moment of life and death, and Van finally regrets his indifference and stubbornness, some things are too late to be irretrievable, and the things that have passed away will eventually drift away with the wind.

However, it is better to be late than never.

"I'm not going to let you catch up with Art." Van muttered softly, as if sighing leisurely into the air.

"My future must be hell, then you will accompany me to the underworld."

Black mang, little bit of black mang, silent, silent. Black light, Don Juan is bright, blazing, silent.

Flutter, whirl, wave, pump!

The moment when life is released at the last moment, it is like a newborn silkworm chrysalis giving up the shell that once protected it, perhaps this is not the end, but only the beginning of a new life.

People always have to give up completely before they can recognize the beauty they once had.

Now.

The gloom flew away, and the silence disemboweled. (To be continued.) )