Chapter Eighty-Six: Back to the Great Wilderness
Half an hour later, there were only two living people left in the courtyard, and a puppet.
"Ahhhh Chen Zihan roared angrily, his eyes full of tears.
"Father!! I'm sorry. He held the white long sword with both hands, and the speed was so fast that even Chen Long didn't react, and the whole person turned into a blood-colored streamer and appeared behind Chen Long as if it was misplaced, and at this moment Chen Mohan found that Chen Long's body had been penetrated.
"Ho-ho-ho." He couldn't help but fall to his knees on one knee weakly, his white sword propped up, but his arm was shaking.
The sudden outburst made Chen Mohan also startled, and he could only see that Chen Long, who had already dissipated his consciousness, finally fell to the ground with his physical body.
"It's... What's wrong? A cold voice came, but the blood everywhere did not stain his boots in the slightest, and his robe was not stained, but his face showed some doubt.
Chen Zihan, who was kneeling on one knee with a long sword and panting, subconsciously raised his head and took a look, Zhang Tian looked at the pair of blood-red eyes and was shocked, and the stranger almost couldn't recognize this child.
Chen Mohan reluctantly looked at Zhang Tian with his arms crossed, and there was a little panic and unwillingness hidden in his eyes.
Seeing his familiar figure in the blood-red world, Chen Zihan felt the pain like ten thousand ants gnawing at his nerve strings as soon as his spirit relaxed, and there were warnings of pain all over his body, and his body was rotten.
"Senior, it's good to meet you again." Chen Zihan endured the pain everywhere and forced a smile, it was still fortunate for him to be able to meet an acquaintance when he was about to die, instead of the person who brought him bad memories all over the place.
"I don't want to die." After finishing speaking, his eyes were also a little gray.
"Well, people don't want to die, but first of all, if you can live." Zhang Tian replied casually, looking at the remnants of the walls around him.
"Who is she? Is this your home? ”
"She's my aunt... This is my home. ”
Zhang Tian looked at Chen Zihan, whose eyes were almost filled with blood, and now he was struggling to speak, almost losing his will.
"It seems that a very tragic story has happened, do you have any wishes?" Zhang Tian didn't comment on this, but just asked roughly.
Chen Zihan was silent for a while, forcibly suppressed the phantoms that kept appearing in his mind, and got up with difficulty and knelt on one knee, holding the white saber stained with blood in his hand.
"Please! Former.. I was taken as an apprentice. There were already hallucinations and afterimages in his eyes, and he couldn't hear what Zhang Tian said clearly, so he could only vaguely see him move his lips slightly.
The elders give the sword, the younger generation bows down to receive the sword, the master gives the sword, you need to kneel down on one knee to receive the sword, and the king gives the sword on both knees.
"I don't want to save you." Zhang Tian refused without the slightest hesitation, and Chen Zihan was about to fall down as soon as his sleeve robe swept away.
In an instant, his eyes flashed bloody, and he quickly picked up the sword in his hand and stabbed towards Zhang Tian.
One palm gently grasped the blade of the sword, and then the long sword shattered in an instant, and Chen Zihan's body also flew out, but he was not injured in the slightest.
Opening his blurred eyes, Chen Zihan glanced at Zhang Tian, who was standing in the distance with his hands in his hands, and looked like an independent outsider.
Looking at Zhang Tian's appearance, Chen Zihan didn't know what to say, and after a long time, he laughed miserably, and there was indescribable bitterness in his tone.
"You have the ability, but you always refuse to help me."
"You only know that my pupils are full of blood, how do you know that my world is not blood-red?"
Zhang Tian glanced at Chen Zihan for a long time, that is the trajectory of his life, just because you don't want to die, I thanklessly saved a murderer?
"I don't want to be in the red dust, but you and I are in the red dust."
Sigh.
"Do you need me to help you kill this woman?" Zhang Tian saw that Chen Zihan no longer had the slightest strength, and was hanging with all his breath.
"No need, she can't live, my only wish is that my predecessors help me destroy the Wang family... Chen Zihan's tone became lower and lower, and his eyelids were almost drooping, his eyes were almost full of blood red, and the only little bright yellow was almost gone.
"This doesn't seem too much of a hassle." Zhang Tian nodded lazily.
In the end, after five breaths, Chen Zihan's body was still silent.
Zhang Tian glanced up at the sky, and then looked back at Chen Mohan, at this moment she was extremely frightened in her heart, and wanted to find all kinds of ways to detoxify, seeing Zhang Tian's gaze, her heart was extremely flustered.
A hand was raised, and in Chen Mohan's panicked expression, he pinched her neck, an irresistible force made her whole body's fighting qi suppressed and unable to mobilize, and it only took one thought to do this in front of Dou Sheng.
I saw the begging and fear in her foxy eyes on her dirty face up close, and his five fingers crushed her throat with a slight force.
Chen Mohan's body stiffened, the look in his eyes disappeared, and his body fell to the ground with a slump.
Although the Chen Mansion in Wasteland City is very chaotic, and several streets are empty, the other three city gates are still very lively today, with an endless stream of people rushing to the market and selling goods, the noise and the sound of bargaining with sellers are full of ears, and there are inns and restaurants constantly shouting, and the streets are full of mercenaries walking.
Zhang Tian seemed to be particularly conspicuous in the crowd, but no one paid attention to him, and finally he stopped in front of a palatial mansion.
All kinds of plaques made of different woods worth thousands of gold coins, the door and even the two square lanterns on the door, various cuts of different colors, and two huge stone lions of almost 10,000 catties.
Zhang Tian's eyes raised slightly, and from time to time there was the sound of Yingge Yan dancing and persuading the wine to be handed over, which was completely different from the Xiao family's cultivation atmosphere, and the people inside seemed to pay great attention to pleasure.
One of the two guards of the palace also seemed to have spotted Zhang Tian, who was standing at the door at the foot of the stairs without moving, and was raising his hand to stop him and scold, but found that he had turned his head and was about to leave.
And the guard just felt strange in his heart, and a huge pressure suddenly came, and he turned around suddenly, only to find that a huge palm seemed to be pressing down on him with heaven and earth.
"Boom!" There was a muffled sound in the silence of the heavens and the earth, and the smoke and dust billowed up into the sky.
After the smoke cleared, the originally luxurious and atmospheric palace had disappeared, and everything had been wiped out, leaving only a giant palm print about a kilometer in size.
The screams kept coming, and the pedestrians hurriedly left and fled, but as if they were ignoring Zhang Tian, and even someone tripped over him and looked around in surprise.