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"Qin family girl, how sure are you?" asked Ling Shan with an anxious expression. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Grasp ...... Only one percent. Qin Ling'er said with great regret.

"What?!" Ling Shan and Xi Yao said in unison.

"Ling'er is very sorry," Qin Ling'er looked at Fan Chen and continued, "Young Master, are you still doing an excision?"

The maid walked to the door and leaned over to report, "Young master, Madam heard that you are back, please come over." ”

"You stay here, don't go anywhere. Fan Chen said to Xi Yao, turned around and walked out the door.

"Oh......" Xi Yao nodded at Fan Chen's departing back. Ling Shan and Qin Ling'er glanced at Xi Yao in unison, and both of them knew that Fan Chen insisted on leaving when Mrs. Fan was unwell, just because of Xi Yao.

Xi Yao was extremely uncomfortable with Ling Shan and Qin Ling'er's unfriendly gazes, she pursed her mouth, turned her face, pretended not to see anything, and casually looked at the architectural structure of this stone room.

Mrs. Fan leaned on the bed rail, saw Fan Chen enter the door, motioned for him to sit on the edge of her bed, and said, "Mother slept for a day and a night, and saved some strength, so don't dislike Mother for talking too much." ”

The body was her own, and Madame Fan knew a little bit about it, and she preferred to believe that she might be a return to the light of day.

"No, it won't. ”

"Chen'er, the matter of Liguo, do you still hate your mother?" Mrs. Fan saw that Fan Chen was silent, she knew it, and she didn't ask anymore, and said, "If your mother knew that you couldn't escape that catastrophe after all, she wouldn't have persecuted you, Chen'er, don't resent your mother, okay?"

If Mrs. Fan had known that Fan Chen would die in a few years and couldn't escape, she would not have been so ruthless to force Fan Chen to grow up and force him to become stronger, she would prefer to spend a limited few years with her son in peace.

"Good. ”

"Good, good boy. Mrs. Fan's face showed a long-lost smile, a mother's smile, she reached out to hold Fan Chen's hand, and it was the first time she touched her son's hand after many years.

"The wound is too deep and needs to be removed, it may be difficult to heal, do you still do it?" Fan Chen did not evade, and asked truthfully, such a thing, maybe it should not be up to him to make the decision.

Mrs. Fan shook her head and said, "Don't do it, my body, I know it myself, it's better to die than to live, and one more day to live is a day." ”

"There is a possibility of healing. ”

"But more may die," Mrs. Fan said clearly, "Can Chen'er and Yan'er still be connected......?

"There's no need for that. ”

"Does Chen'er still hold a grudge against her mother for marrying you without permission?"

"Yes. Fan Chen replied truthfully.

If the fate of the future cannot be changed, then it is also impossible for him to become a vampire to escape the tragedy of the end of his life, but he can change the existing things in his limited life, such as marrying the woman he loves.

But because of his mother's troubles, even if Xi Yao is still by his side now, it still makes him feel guilty, and he is forced to become a treacherous person, he swears to propose to Xi Yao, but in the end he marries another woman.

Later, Xi Yao asked Fan Chen countless times if he would marry her, but it was because of this incident that he didn't dare to agree again.

"It's Mother I'm sorry for you, it's Mother I'm not good," Mrs. Fan was a little tired, she let go of Fan Chen's hand, and motioned to the maid to help her lie down and rest, "Chen'er, think about the matter of the Dark Empire, this is not only your father's life's work, but also the hard work of your ancestors, you can't leave it alone, Mother knows that you have difficulties, but I still hope you think about it seriously, if you can, Mother suggests that you pass on the throne to your next generation and properly handle the follow-up." ”

This is the reason why Lady Fan knows that there are only three years left in Fan Chen, and she is still in the Dark Empire, because no matter what, the throne cannot be left to outsiders.

As Mrs. Fan said, this suggestion is difficult for Fan Chen to accept. After Fan Chen's death, would Xi Yao become the second Mrs. Fan? Rather than this, Fan Chen would prefer Xi Yao and Ya Chi to be together, at least she would not be lonely, and she would not need to carry such a heavy burden and responsibility.

If he found a random woman for the sake of his descendants to inherit the throne of the Dark Empire, he would not be able to do it.

Now it is not only the chaos of the Dark Empire, but also the vampire world that has exploded because of the death of Yabla, and the vampires are rampant, and in just one day, many people have died under the fangs of the vampires.

In the depths of the jungle, there was an ethereal female voice, as if from the eighteenth layer of hell, which made the night walkers creepy, and came intermittently, "As deep as the sea, like the sun ......"

There was a simple wooden hut with a shriveled corpse lying outside, a simple woodcutter, and the inside of the hut was lit by dim candlelight.

"Bang knock, bang knock, bang knock...... "The sound of water droplets falling into the water came from inside the wooden house, as if it could be associated with a circle of ripples on the water.

The deserted jungle, the lonely and remote wooden houses, and a little candle flame in the darkness still can't drive away the cold in the air.

"Po knock, bang knock, bang knock......"

Through the small window of the wooden house, you can see an ancient red coffin lying in the wooden house, red as blood. There was bright red blood on the surface of the coffin, and there were sticky blood stains hanging on the outer wall of the coffin, which was spilling out little by little, leaving it on the wooden plank, spreading around.

"Po knock, bang knock, bang knock......"

One arm hung over the edge of the coffin, a lowered hand, and a drop of blood kept falling from his fingers, which sank into the coffin, splashing the ripples on the surface of the blood.

With a "plop", the arm hung down weakly, half of the hand was submerged in the blood, and a large blood wave rippled on the coffin, and the blood overflowed more from the periphery of the coffin, and fell on the wooden board, and the blood spread gracefully around, staining the blackened rough wooden board.

"Gollum, Gollum......" The blood in the coffin rolled up a few bubbles, surging from the bottom of the coffin, like boiling water, constantly tumbling bubbles, the room was filled with a strong smell of blood, even with the jungle, a large area of fresh and fresh air was polluted by the smell of blood.

The unrealistic male voice, as if from the blood mouth of a ghost, is like a talisman, "Open your blood-filled eyes, look at this lonely world, feel deeply guilty because of your departure, may your soul be reorganized, may your body never rot." ”

"As deep as the sea, as deep as the sun......" ethereal female voice.

"Sacrifice your dead with purebred blood, may you gladly accept this pious consolation, baptize the sinful world with blood, and return your immortal life, from the ancient mystical powers, please help me, Great Ancestor!" the ghostly male voice roared with a strong desire deep in the soul.

"Gollum, Gollum......" The blood in the coffin tumbled into countless blood bubbles, and one by one "bars" burst.

At the bottom of the coffin lay a shriveled corpse, recovering at an alarming rate, its skin reawakened and reborn, a pair of purple-gold eyes opened suddenly, and the blood was radiant, but it was terrifyingly red blood.

With a "bang", the blood in the coffin suddenly poured out, spilling a shocking blood stain on the floor, and sitting in the coffin was a beautiful young man, soaked in blood, and the blood stained him even more bewitching and treacherous.

He glanced around the cabin, and finally his eyes fell on the woman lying on the edge of the coffin, her hands drenched in blood, her head hanging low, and her face unvisible.

He raised his hand, blood running across his arm, fingertips brushing the woman's long black hair as if comforting the asleep. However, it didn't take long for the woman's body to gradually lose weight, and finally turned into a pool of light blood, which merged with the thick blood on the floor, and disappeared.

Lying on the other side of the coffin, was a childish little girl, her purple-gold eyes flashed with an unknown liquid, her eyes moved away from the woman who turned into blood, and regathered on the face of the young man sitting in the coffin, the voice full of sadness and grievance, shouting "brother".

There were no more people in the hut, a young man, a young girl, one sitting in a bloody coffin, one lying on the edge of the coffin.

"Sacrifice your dead with purebred blood, may you gladly accept this pious consolation, baptize the sinful world with blood, and return your immortal life, from the ancient mystical power, please help me, great ancestor......" This voice came from the young man's mind, and in the depths of his memory, it seemed to have been sealed for a long time, and it had long been rusted.

The blood flowed down with a "bang", and the man got up from the coffin, his bloody body was indescribably terrifying. He took the little girl's hand and walked out of the cabin into the jungle.

"Like the depth of the sea, like the height of the sun. The man smiled and spoke, repeating the words of the woman on the other side.

"Bang, bang, bang......" Countless cracks appeared on the wooden plank, stretching quickly like a water snake, followed by a loud "bang", and the wooden house and everything in the house suddenly exploded, and the blood in the coffin poured down, dripping through the broken wooden planks and dripping into the pitch-black soil.

The man's purple-gold eyes regained their calm after the popping sound, their pupils gradually narrowed, returning to their usual state, and the purple-gold faded and returned to a pair of gentle and casual eyes.

The man smiled lightly and recalled something far away:

A kind woman smiled and asked her young son, "Gao'er, how about adding a sister to you?"

A kind man touched his four-year-old son's head and said, "It's not a simple thing, Gao'er wants to protect his sister like a father protects his mother, you know?"

The little boy nodded and shook his head as if he understood, making his parents laugh from ear to ear.

"Like the depth of the sea, like the sun of Gao, Gao'er is the rising sun, when you grow up, you should be bright and fair, like the sun, exuding a radiant light. The woman held the little boy in the face and kissed it.

Seven years later, it was a warm winter day, and the lawn was warm, and the little boy was eleven years old and the little girl was seven years old, sitting on the lawn and having fun, and their parents were sitting not far away, looking at their children and contented.

A maidservant walked up to the woman and said a few words, and the woman left the lawn with a smile and walked into the temple. The sun rose high in the sky, and the woman still did not return, so the man got up and left his chair and walked into the temple.

The sun streaked across the sky and hung at the end of the horizon, and neither the man nor the woman returned to the lawn, and the little boy took the little girl's hand and walked into the temple, where a pair of blood-stained hands and sharp stakes awaited them.