Some mistakes are irreparable, and these mistakes are not actually wrong, even if they are mistakes, but when you change them, you find that nothing has changed. Why? Because this mistake slowly turns into a kind of hatred, which is a spring-like force, if you are weak, then the other side is strong, in fact, there is nothing wrong, but there is still one side to grovel.

Some things are more and more confusing, but feel that you are lying, and the main thing is that you simply do not have the strength to completely convince the other party, if the other party is persuaded by you, then congratulations, he believes you for the time being, and then you have to let him feel your true heart, it is better to have the same result.

Although what I'm talking about is a bit like love, but family affection, and even everything is the same, why do you have to do things that make people misunderstand, if you don't do anything, then isn't there nothing?

Whatever Fumo did to Fuluo when he was a child, it was already in the past, and we can't delve into it. These things are the stories of the seeers and the unintentional listeners, Fu Mo didn't feel sorry for him, but Fu Luo's resentment will always be stored in his heart, and finally turned him into a habit, in fact, some words are really good, even if it's unpleasant for a while, it's only temporary, no one will leave because of what you have said about him, if that's the case, then leave!

I have no way of knowing about Fumo and Fuluo, but what we know now is that Fuluo no longer recognizes him as Fumo's son, and changed his name to Ximen Wushuang, and has lived in hatred for more than 20 years, that is, waiting for this day.

"Do you have any last words to say?" Ximen Shuang stretched out his Fang Tian painting halberd to face Fu Mo. Fu Mo looked at his son, his own son, holding a weapon against him, and his heart was cold, he really wanted to know how such a young child had come over all these years.

"What about you~" The stone man was very fast, blocking in front of Fumo. Fu Mo said calmly: "What do you want?" "I want you to die!" Ximen Wushuang laughed: "Oh no, you have to die if you want to or not!" Fu Mo didn't feel anything, he was also a lot old, it didn't matter if he died or not, but the thousands of people behind him were innocent, and Fu Mo didn't want to affect them.

Fumo knew that Fuluo was hating the anger of being abandoned back then. But this was not Fu Mo's intention, at that time, Fu Mo made a grave for Fu Luo, who had already lost his breath, and buried him, but who knew that he was not dead twenty years later, which made Fu Mo really happy. As a father, who would want his child to die so early, Fuluo was adopted since he was a child, he is not afraid of any hardship, and is determined to avenge this.

People who live in pain and hatred are pathetic, just for this one, they do anything and pay any price, and they don't know that it is because of pain that hatred arises, and because of hatred there is suffering.

"It's okay for me to die, but can you spare them?" said Fumo. There are too many people in Ximen Wushuang, even if Ximen Wushuang wants to forcibly kill Fu Mo and then kill the people, no one can stop him, if Fu Mo is exchanged for everyone's safety, it will be worth it. "King, we can die for you. "I can too, King!" "I!" "And me!" "I ...... ...... The voices of the people came and went. Fu Mo was full of shame when he heard this, if there was no such thing, then so many soldiers would not have died, and now if he exchanged other people's lives for his own lives, Fu Mo was thousands of people who were not happy.

"Papapa~" Ximen Wushuang put the halberd under his armpit and applauded, crisp and abrupt: "Yo yo yo, it's really moving!" Fu Mo didn't hear anything moved, but was full of irony and coldness. "But no, they!" Ximen Wushuang paused, "All of them are going to die!" The handsome face under the red and black helmet began to distort, looking extremely hideous.

Ximen Wushuang's painting halberd went around from his left hand to his back, and he circled around his right hand, holding it with both hands, and a Fang Tian painting halberd with a horse step shook straight away, and a murderous aura came to his face. Fortunately, his soldiers didn't do anything, otherwise the lava behemoth really didn't know what to do. Since he is the son of Fumo, he is the prince, and it is natural to be lighter on the prince, the stone man thought.

Ximen Wushuang struck a long thorn, and the stone man did not dodge, allowing Fang Tian's halberd to stab in the chest. The collision of the weapon and the stone sparked sparks and a cacophony of sounds. The stone man was not surprised, the strength of this prince was very amazing, and this Fang Tian painting halberd was also an artifact, and the stone man felt a tightness in his chest. Not only the stone man, but also Ximen Wushuang, this blow used nearly seventy percent of his strength, but he didn't expect the stone man to be so hard, but he also shook his hand painfully. The stone man gave up the idea of showing mercy to the prince's men, and both began to look at each other.

Ximen Wushuang smiled evilly: "Friend, you are very interesting!" "Aha~" The stone man took two steps up and down with both fists, and Ximen Wushuang took a step back, flew into the air, and inserted a halberd. The stone man retreated sharply, and Fang Tian's halberd pierced into the soil, and his whole head pierced into the soil. The stone man originally wanted to pull out Fang Tian's painting halberd, so that Ximen Wushuang would have nothing to rely on, and if he caught Ximen Wushuang as a threat, then Fu Mo and the others couldn't tell if they could evacuate safely from themselves!

However, the stone man thought too simply, how could a young man who could lead all armies dominate with just this one weapon.

Before the stone man's hand touched Fang Tian's halberd, Ximen Wushuang held it with both hands, spun around on Fang Tian's halberd, kicked his feet and kicked the stone man's hand away, the power of this kick was not small, a white gas bounced the stone man's hand to the ground, and a pit appeared on the ground.

"Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Technique!" Ximen Wushuang quickly pulled out Fang Tian's halberd, stuck it on the ground, bit his finger and quickly formed a spell, dripping blood on the halberd. The halberd began to spin rapidly, flashing with black light, and wisps of black gas swirled around the halberd. Fu Mo looked at the whole person badly, this is an evil art, I didn't expect that Fu Luo was here for twenty years and even learned this.

Fu Mo simply formed a spell and immediately blocked the front of the stone man, but no Fang Tian halberd penetrated Fu Mo's body, and it stabbed into the stone man's skin with a sonorous sound. Fu Mo's wound began to have black gas gnawing at the skin, the stone man was a little better, he had no internal organs, and the damage to him from the Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Heart was not very obvious! Rao was blocked by Fu Mo, but the stone man was stabbed by Fang Tian's halberd and still took a few steps back.

Today's mood is a little not very good, I guess the content has a lot to do with my mood!