"Thin man, go down!"

"Disgusting! It's disgusting! ”

"It's still a temple protector, phew!"

Since the young master of his own family has left, the rest of the Nalan family will naturally not stay longer, and after scolding Xu Zixian for Nalan Yu, they have stepped forward to follow.

And the people who were watching before, because of the attack of Shura Pavilion, although they dispersed a lot, there were also many people who were bold enough to stay and watch the excitement.

After witnessing Nalan Yu's accusations and the scolding of his entourage, they all looked at Xu Zixian with disdain, thinking that they had seen the whole picture.

Xu Zixian was unwilling to become the focus of everyone in this way, he picked up Tang Yu, who couldn't hold back, and wanted to leave quickly.

"Please stay!"

The middle-aged man saw the opportunity and stopped in the middle of the road.

"Please..."

"Go aside!"

Xu Zixian, who was in a bad mood, pushed him aside very roughly, pulled Tang Yu, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

There is no excitement to see, and people are reluctant to stop any longer, and they disperse at the moment.

Only the middle-aged man who was pushed down by Xu Zixian sat in place in a daze.

His expression was full of gloom, and the light in his eyes was like an ember fire about to burn out, extinguished little by little.

"Daddy..."

Seeing his father's lost appearance, and then thinking of the little sister who was waiting for the soul grass to save his life at home, the young man's heart also swelled with sadness, and his eyes gradually filled with tears.

"Daddy... We... What should we do... Little sister, what should she do..."

The middle-aged man slowly turned his head and looked at his son with tears on his face.

Raised his hand and patted his head gently, his voice hoarse and imperceptible choked.

"Go home first."

As he spoke, he propped himself up and tried to get up from the ground.

The moment I got up.

The middle-aged man suddenly found that he was heavy in his arms, as if someone had stuffed something.

He subconsciously reached into his arms, and then took out a brocade box from it.

"Dad, this is..."

The young man looked at the brocade box in his hand, and his face was still stained with tears, and a look of doubt floated up.

The middle-aged man did not speak.

His hands suddenly began to tremble.

With humble hope, the last hope, he trembled and opened the brocade box.

A faint blue grass came into his eyes, and next to it, there was a stack of golden coins lying quietly.

"Daddy!"

The original doubts on the young man's face were instantly replaced by ecstasy.

He grabbed his father's arm so hard that he almost jumped for joy.

The middle-aged man still didn't speak.

He turned sideways in a daze and looked in the direction where Xu Zixian had left.

"Poof!"

Push the gold mountain and pour the jade pillar.

Quietly, he was already in tears, knelt on the ground, ignoring the strange eyes of the people around him, holding the brocade box in his hand, and knocking down three times.

When the young man saw this, he also understood, and followed his father's example, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed again and again.

The help at the trough is the most valuable.

Hope in times of despair shines brightest.

Both father and son understood that the man didn't need them to do it.

But they still chose to do so.

To that man, it might have been just a small gesture of kindness.

But for them, this kindness is a sign of hope.

Hope for life.

Less.

Father and son got up from the ground, patted each other with dirt, and set out on their way home side by side.

On the way, they swept away the previous decadence, and the panic in their hearts was gone, replaced by excitement and joy.

"Dad, is my little sister's illness cured?"

"Well, it's saved!"

"Then we can live a good life!"

"Yes! When your little sister is cured, your father and I will go to find an errand and work hard to get you a good house to live in. ”

"It's best to bring a yard, and I can have a place to play tricks, so maybe if I practice, I'll become a mystery! Those people are so majestic today, and I want to be like them! ”

"Okay, okay, I'll change you to a big yard, and I'll find you a good-looking stepmother."

"Dad, you're so shameless."

"You stinky boy, are you itching?"

The father and son talked and laughed all the way, and their steps were unusually brisk.

In a short time, they returned to the south of the city, to the dilapidated house of their own house.

The young man who was full of joy rushed into the door as soon as possible, wanting to tell his little sister the good news, and the middle-aged man in the back, although he looked much calmer, couldn't help but smile on his face.

The suffering has finally passed.

Their good days are coming.

Thinking so, the middle-aged man with a smile on his face raised his feet and stepped into the door.

"Poof!"

At the moment of entering the door, a sharp pain suddenly came from his chest.

Just a few steps away.

In just a few steps, he was able to walk up to his daughter and use soul solidifying grass to cure her illness.

But he couldn't walk.

It was so painful that he couldn't even speak, and slowly lowered his head.

He saw a hand.

A hand with a skull ring.

One, a blood-stained hand that had just come out of his chest.

"I don't hesitate to offend the three elders of the Thunder Pavilion, and I want to take pictures of the Soul Solidifying Grass, but in the end, it is a mortal. Tsk, Xu Protector is really kind. ”

I don't know when the Shura Pavilion Lord appeared behind the middle-aged man, and took out the brocade box from his arms.

His voice was full of mockery.

"It's a pity that in this world, goodness not only can't save people, but can harm people."

As he spoke, he tried to withdraw his hand.

"No... Can... to..."

The middle-aged man, whose eyes had already begun to wander, used his last strength to grab the hand on his chest and grasp the brocade box.

He wanted to seize the brocade box, to grasp the hope of his daughter's birth.

But.

How could a mortal who was about to die be able to defeat the Shura Pavilion Lord who had returned to the realm?

The palms, along with the brocade box, were pulled out of the middle-aged man's chest.

Blood splattered and fell on the boy's face.

That little bit of warmth suddenly pulled his consciousness away from the horror.

Looking at the figure of his father slowly falling, looking at the black-robed masked man with blood dripping on his hands.

The boy forgot his fear for a moment, cried out, staggered, and rushed forward.

"Daddy!"

He threw himself on top of the middle-aged man, shaking his father incessantly.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake people up.

How so?

He asked himself, holding his father's body, which was gradually losing temperature.

Isn't my sister's illness saved?

Isn't the good day of their family coming?

Aren't they going to work together to get a house with a yard?

But how is this all right?

The boy sat on the ground with empty eyes, asking himself incessantly, not even noticing the approach of others.

Looking at his miserable appearance, the Shura Pavilion Master, who was the initiator, just shook his head.

"Actually, I don't like to kill people because it would get my hands dirty."

His gaze behind the mask inexplicably gave rise to some regret.

"But I hate trouble more than that, so..."

"I have to wronged you."

With that, he waved his palm, and a childish-looking head fell to the ground.

After killing the father and son one after another, the Shura Pavilion Lord set his sights on the only living people in the house besides him.

It was a girl lying on the bed, her breath was faint, her eyes were closed, as if she was sleeping.

He glanced at her.

"Although there is no need to kill you, if there is no Soul Solidifying Grass, you will not survive for a few days."

He walked towards the maiden.

As if he was worried about disturbing her sleep, he deliberately slowed his steps lightly, and his movements were extremely gentle.

"Speaking of which, tomorrow is the full moon festival, and it is too cruel to leave you alone in the world on a good day for reunion. So..."

He smiled and dropped his palm.

"Little girl, on the full moon festival, I wish you a family reunion."