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The endless abyss began to shrink, and the red rain that kept falling came to an abrupt end.

Su Junyan held the knife and cut off the past.

The sea reveals its true face.

And in front of Su Junyan's knife, the person standing was not the Ximen Night Tower.

Nor Hornheim.

Hohenheim stood behind the man, looking at the silver-white armor that cracked inch by inch on his body, and sighed again.

What kind of day is today, why, everything that is destined has happened.

Growing old.

See each other.

Is it true, is it going to change, this era?

"Listen to the rain ......" was the first to make a sound, but it was the Ximen Night Tower, which was supposed to die.

He stood in place at a loss, his eyes blank.

Then I don't know if he was slashed by Su Junyan's knife, causing the power of the abyss to backlash, or if he saw the person who blocked Su Junyan's knife for him, and couldn't suppress the thoughts in his heart.

He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

The whole body shook and fell to its knees, as if kneeling towards some unstoppable force.

For example, the years, for example, the age, for example, the afterlife is terrifying.

When that mouthful of blood spit out, it was like spitting out the last bit of his breath that belonged to a strong man.

His whole person instantly looked like, no, he was dozens of years old.

Not only did the arrogant muscles on his body shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his face also declined from prime to old age, and the black hair that stood upside down was also paused, and a large amount of white mangs appeared.

Finally, there was his cloak, the cloak with the word "strong" engraved on it.

This cloak has accompanied the West Gate Night Tower for most of its life, and since it began to wear this cloak, it has been fluttering in the wind, just like the soul of the martial arts of the West Gate Night Tower.

Now his martial arts soul has also declined, completely drooping on his body, wrapping around him, like some kind of silent comfort.

"Listen to the rain. He repeated the name again, but did not dare to look at the man who stood in his way.

It was a kind of shame, and it was also a kind of dare, and it was a kind of deep guilt.

All kinds of emotions are intricately intertwined, making him look even older.

"Call me David Jones. The man who blocked Su Junyan's knife had all the armor that was originally covered by his whole body being cut off and fell off, and there was a crimson blood mark on his strong chest that penetrated deep into the bones and blood.

But he shook his whole body without care, and the shattered armor that had fallen to the ground, like living creatures, flew up his left hand and reformed into a cold and shining iron hook.

He was adorned with the face of a huge octopus, which looked eerie and mysterious in the re-exposed skylight.

David Jones.

Or rather, Simon listens to the rain.

Captain of the former flying Hruman, younger brother of the West Gate Night Tower.

The younger brother of the West Gate Night Tower, so he blocked this knife for the West Gate Night Tower.

But, as far as Su Junyan knew, he wanted to kill his brother.

Just when Su Junyan was thinking like this, he heard Ximen listen to the rain.

"And don't feel like you owe me anything, I'm not saving your life. Ximen Yelou didn't dare to look at him, Ximen listened to the rain, from beginning to end, and didn't look back, "I just don't want you to die in the hands of others, your life is mine, brother." ”

Brother.

For the first time, he admitted that Ximen Yelou was his brother.

When Ximen Yelou heard this, he raised his head a little excitedly, but he didn't know what he thought, and he fell down again.

"I don't deserve to be your brother. ”

"You know, just get up, what does it look like to kneel, didn't you tell me, the men of the Simon family can only stand and die, how can anyone live on their knees?" Simon's tone of listening to the rain was more like a brother.

The night tower of the West Gate staggered, as if he would fall at any moment, but he finally stood up.

"So, Captain David Jones, what do you mean now, are you going to throw yourself back into the arms of the Saints?" Hornheim listened quietly to the conversation between the two brothers, and only then did he finally speak.

"No, of course not, if possible, I just want to throw your saint into the sea to feed the sharks. When Simon heard the rain say this, he stood aside and said to Hohenheim, "Come, please, I won't stop you from doing anything, my dear godfather." ”

Hohenheim glanced at Simon Listening to the rain with interest, and finally turned his gaze to Su Junyan.

"Well, then, my esteemed Majesty the King of the North, it seems that it is time for us. ”

He didn't seem to be worried at all about what Ximen Tingyu would do to Ximen Night Tower, which was now almost completely incapacitated.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to him, I'm going to kill him, and I'm going to kill him in a dignified manner, now he's like this, let me kill him, I won't do it. Ximen listened to the rain as if he was explaining to Hohenheim, and it seemed to be a promise to Su Junyan, "Moreover, Your Majesty the King of the North, don't be angry, I didn't mean to stop you, it's just this person, I can only kill him, you give him to me, I will give you a satisfactory result." ”

Of course, Su Junyan was not worried about this, his eyes were all on Hohenheim's body.

"How is Su Mubai?" Su Junyan inserted Xiaoju back into the scabbard, as if asking casually.

"If I threaten you with his life, will you belong to the saints?" Hohenheim's answer was also very clever.

He didn't say that Su Mubai was still alive.

He asked Su Junyan rhetorically.

"I don't want to. Su Junyan's answer was very refreshing.

"So, does it matter if he's alive or not?" said Hohenheim, his eyes warm and cold behind the gold-rimmed glasses.

"It's still very important. Su Junyan shook his head, "If he is still alive, then I will be very grateful to you, because his life is mine, I really want his life, if he dies, I will feel very regretful." ”

This is......

Quite a terrible remark, a son, to kill his own father, and kill so naturally.

If he hadn't killed it with his own hands, he would have felt extremely regretful.

Is......

Unspeakable emotion.

But if someone can see Su Junyan's knife before, the knife that cut through the rain.

Then most likely will understand Su Junyan's emotions.

He loved his father very much.

I hate him too.

"Then, I'll have to kill you, after all, when the father is dead, the son always has to do something. When Su Junyan said this, his eyes had become extremely sharp.

"Really...... Interesting. Hohenheim chuckled.

The sea seemed to be as dark as night in an instant.

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