"Hades!"

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The Immortal immediately came out of the Demon Cultivation Meridian, and Jun Qinghan jumped on the back of the Immortal and shot out towards the village like an arrow......

The closer to the village, the more anxious Jun Qinghan became, and he could see that billowing smoke was rising from the center of the village, and there was Jun Qinghan's home.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, burning more and more, dyeing half of the sky red.

"Styx, hurry up...... Hurry up and ......."

Jun Qinghan is anxious, where he was born and raised, where his parents are!

The Immortal Giant Mouth was opened, and the Dao Qi was continuously sucked into the mouth, and the speed increased again and again, like the wind.

At the entrance of the village, the fire faintly dissipated, and only the smoke followed the sound of the wind to the sky.

Jun Qinghan's chest was stuffy, a mouthful of blood spit out, the fire dispersed, why did the fire disperse? There is no water in Shenshui Village, why did the fire disperse?

"You can't put it out, you can't put out the fire......

Feeling Jun Qinghan's sorrow, he pulled his feet on the ground, and increased his speed again, a whining sound sounded in his ears, and every step of the footprint left a pool of blood.

Jun Qinghan's heart was like a knife hanging, he didn't dare to think the worst at all, and he kept denying his guesses in his heart.

"No, my father and mother will be fine, no......"

Suddenly, Jun's face was as cold as ashes!

The source of the fire is his home!

At this time, the surrounding area was stained with villagers, and the house was still billowing with smoke, and the temperature inside was enough to melt ordinary iron.

He took a step forward, stepped back and glared fiercely, his whole body flew into the air, sending Jun Qinghan out, and he fell directly to the ground, his whole body collapsed, his limbs were weak, and his claws were full of blood.

Jun Qinghan jumped in the air and jumped directly to the front of the house.

"Daddy...... Mother......"

"Father...... Father ......"

......

Jun Qinghan shouted one after another outside, and with each shout, his fists clenched a little, allowing his sharp nails to pierce into the flesh.

Every time I shouted, there was a trace of despair in my heart.

"Third uncle, where is my father?

Jun Qinghan grabbed a middle-aged man with stubble on his face and asked frantically, his hand shaking the other party's arms.

"Little Hanzi, your father and mother...... Still in there...... We didn't dare ......."

Before he finished speaking, Jun Qinghan immediately rushed into the house.

"Xiao Hanzi, come out quickly, it's dangerous inside!" the third uncle shouted, anxious in his heart.

"Father, mother...... Where are you?"

Jun Qinghan covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve robe, coughed and shouted at the same time, and sawdust with sparks splashed from time to time in the house.

Lying on the ground, he watched Jun run in frantically, and the corners of his eyes suddenly turned red.

Jun Qinghan shouted frantically inside, constantly peeling off the remaining buildings, and his hands were burned hideously.

But after a long time, Jun Qinghan didn't find out that he was most familiar with his home, why not?

Constantly peeling off the layers of soldering iron, Jun Qinghan was suddenly stunned......

It's quiet!

The people outside the house suddenly shuddered in their hearts and their brows furrowed.

Lying on the ground, there was a trace of blood overflowing from the corners of his eyes, only he could feel the sadness in Jun Qinghan's heart, the monstrous hatred in his heart!

After a long time:

"Daddy......"

"Mother......

In the ruined houses, two terrible screams were heard.

Jun Qinghan knelt down with his legs, looked at the two charred skeletons in front of him, hugged each other tightly, between the two skeletons, there was something wrapped in a pitch-black cloth like ink, and it was not burned!

Half a quarter of an hour later, Jun Qinghan slowly walked out with his parents in his arms, his face was blank, his eyes were blank, only his mottled long hair was windless, and his hands were still trembling.

Holding the skeleton, Jun Qinghan knelt down sonorously, looked up to the sky and roared, "Dad...... Mother......"

The voice was sad and full of remorse.

The people around saw this scene and involuntarily shed tears.

Is it ironic?

The son who has been looking forward to it for several years is now back, but his old couple has passed away.

Is it ironic?

Finally, I went home to support my parents, but my parents died.

Looking at the pitch-black skeleton, I suddenly had a sad feeling, why are there so many lives and deaths in this world?

"Xiao Hanzi, don't be too sad, if your parents are here, they don't want to see you so sad!"

"Yes, Xiaohan, let's let my parents settle in the ground as soon as possible! The two of you have been waiting for you for so many years, and you are finally back", the third aunt next to her also sighed and persuaded.

"Little Han ......"

......

The people around him all stepped forward to persuade him, and from beginning to end, Jun Qinghan's expression did not change, but he buried his head on the two skeletons.

He supported his limbs and walked in front of Jun Qinghan, arched his head, and lay there pronely, crying with Jun Qinghan.

No, it's blood!

Immediately afterwards, the people around dispersed, and they were worried about the aftermath of Jun Qinghan's parents, who had lived together for so many years, and naturally had feelings, and now they were burned alive, and they were also uncomfortable.

Jun Qinghan just sat there like that, and kept muttering:

Dad, Xiao Hanzi is back!

Mother, open your eyes and see, Han'er is back!

The child is really back, open your eyes and see, open your eyes and see......

Behold, your sons have grown up and grown taller.

Holding his parents' faces with both hands, Jun smiled lightly and bitterly!

Father, mother, I found you a daughter-in-law, but it's beautiful, open your eyes and see!

Mother, I beg you, open your eyes and see, don't ignore Han'er, Han'er will be obedient in the future, and will never cause trouble for you again, and Han'er will never leave you in the future.

You cannot leave, the child has not served you, has not honored you, why should you leave the child?

Why? Jun Qinghan buried his head again and cried bitterly.

Xue Ying left the child, and you also left Han'er, and now Han'er is left alone in the world, who is still with Han'er.

Han'er has been lonely for three years, and she no longer has the courage to be alone, and the child is afraid of loneliness, really afraid!

Talking, talking, dumbfounded!

"Ah......h

"Why? Why did you all leave me? You all left, who do I protect? You are all gone, what's the point of my cultivation? What's the point of me getting stronger?"

His hands smashed to the ground, allowing the skin to open and the flesh to bloom, without feeling it at all, and a large mouthful of blood overflowed from his mouth.

Suddenly there was thunder in the sky, and a torrential rain began to fall, annihilating all the smoke in an instant.

Jun Qinghan raised his head suddenly, his eyes looked at the sky with boundless hatred, laughing wildly, sad and miserable.

Hahaha...... It's raining...... It's raining!

"Thief God, why is it raining now, not earlier?"

Looking at the sky, Jun Qinghan seemed to see ridicule, disdain and contempt, "My woman is dead, my parents can't protect me, this is the strong man you want, this is your dream and pursuit."

Jun Qinghan sometimes laughed, sometimes whispered, sometimes pointed to the sky and laughed and scolded, and sometimes beat his chest.

"Could it be that this is the path of my king's light cold, is this the thorn of becoming a strong man......?"

Alone, standing there, bleak, desolate......

Jun Qinghan stroked his parents' fleshless faces, looked at his parents, and watched silently.

He saw it, and saw a young man slowly leaving the village where he had lived for many years, led by a man in white.

Blind, but he turned back step by step, stubbornly holding back his tears, but he couldn't hide the loneliness and loneliness on his face, but every time he turned around, he bloomed with his most beautiful smile.

In that lonely village, two gray-haired old men looked at the children in the distance, speechless and tearful, waving their wrinkled hands.

The wrinkles on the face have long been unable to bear the wisps of reluctance and lovesickness, the weak west wind has lifted the old man's inch by inch silver filament, and the blood-like sunset has elongated to two rickety figures, lonely and lonely.

The young man left his hometown and came to Fenghan Pavilion but was sneered at and excluded everywhere, but he stubbornly wanted to become a strong man.

Again and again dripping blood, falling again and again, looking into the distance at his hometown again and again, but there was never a tear.

Some are just clenched teeth and crazy cultivation, some are just obsessed with becoming strong, and some are just going home to see their parents who are sick and are becoming snowy in the twilight.

Now, it's back, the boy is back!

However, the parents are gone.

Four years of anticipation, four years of four years, but because of half an hour, it became a farewell!

The boy came back, and he came back to serve his parents, but ...... But the son wants to raise but does not wait.

Half an hour, half an hour of irony.

In an hour, a moat was drawn between heaven and man.

"Father, mother, Han'er is sorry, Han'er shouldn't leave you, Han'er shouldn't become a strong man, how can Han'er not have a father?"

"Dad said that children without fathers and mothers are wild children, don't become wild children, don't be ......"

Jun Qinghan whispered and repented like this.

However, how could the cold skeleton have an expression?

Stygian suddenly stood up and hissed in a low voice, as if warning something?

But Jun Qinghan was not moved by everything at all, and still held his parents in his arms, just like his parents held him when he was a child.

"Smack, smack, smack"

There was applause outside the courtyard, and a group of dozens of people stood outside, jokingly looking at the kneeling men in the courtyard.

The person who came was none other than the Great Elder of Fenghan Pavilion, with Han Xuyao and the other elders and disciples.

"Yo, isn't this Jun Qinghan, why did you kneel, didn't you kneel? Now the two old immortals are dead, and there is no gold under their knees, why are you kneeling?"

The more he spoke, the brighter the smile on Han Xuyao's face became.

"Now that you don't have to kneel, shouldn't you thank me?"

Jun Qinghan, who originally lowered his head, felt like a spark in his heart, burning the prairie in an instant.

The bloody aura around his body soared, and the red maple fell involuntarily.

His eyes were full of blood, and he slowly raised his head and glared at Han Xuyao......