Chunhe was already weak, his body was slumped on the ground, and a pair of dull eyes looked at Yingtian. She shook her head and muttered dejectedly, "What a sin this is! Woohoo......"

Yingtian looked up at everyone, trying to find someone in the know to tell him the reason for the incident. But most of the people around looked at their mother and son expressionlessly, and a few people looked away from them and turned their heads away from Yingtian's gaze.

He understood, and his heart sank to the bottom. Even if someone knows about it, they won't tell him for fear of getting into trouble. People are warm and cold, the world is hot and cold, everything is like this! Others can't rely on themselves, they can only rely on themselves!

At this time, Tang Mingli walked over, bent down and said in his ear: "Yingtian, we have reported your father's matter to the police." Help your mother go back first, don't let her cry and break her body. ”

"Thank you, master...... Mom, let's go home first. Yingtian had tears in his eyes, and he was full of grief and indignation as he helped his mother up. After thanking Tang Mingli and the others, the mother and son slowly left this sad place.

The four dukes wagged their tails slightly, hanging their heads and silently following them.

On the way home, Tang Feifei ran over sweatingly: "Yingtian, what's wrong with your mother?" ”

"I don't know yet. Extraordinary, thank you. Yingtian raised his head in response, helping his mother to continue walking.

"Yingtian, I saw your mother fainting in Bamaodi from a distance today...... There seemed to be a large milky white mist around her...... It looks scary. So, I'm going straight to your school......" Extraordinary gasped loudly and said in fits and starts.

"Hmm......" Yingtian stopped, thought about it, and was about to continue to ask extraordinary, when he saw Fang Doudou and Ye Zhihan running over in hot pursuit.

"Why are you here?" Yingtian looked at them and asked hurriedly.

"Why can't we come? You kid ......" Fang Doudou was still so open-mouthed, but when he saw Yingtian's mother's eyes weeping and languishing, he immediately closed his mouth.

At this time, Ye Zhihan stepped forward and held Chunhe's other arm without saying a word. Slender and weak, she carried half of Chunhe's body and walked forward slowly.

Yingtian turned his head to Tang Feifei and said, "Extraordinary, you are tired enough today, go home and rest first." ”

"Okay, call me if you have something." Tang Feifei looked at their mother and son with some unbearable feelings, and said a word of advice when leaving.

Half an hour later, the three of Yingtian returned home with Chun He in their arms. As soon as he entered the room, Chunhe was lying on the bed, squinting his eyes and falling asleep.

Yingtian lightly covered her mother with a quilt and took Fang Doudou and Ye Zhihan to the courtyard in front of the house.

"Teacher Wang called you here?" Yingtian asked in a low voice.

Fang Doudou didn't respond to him, but said hurriedly: "What happened to your family?" We were all in a hurry. ”

"Teacher Wang called us here, is Auntie okay?" Ye Zhihan looked at Yingtian, without the shyness she had before, and her face was full of worry.

"I don't know now, I won't know until my mom wakes up. Go back, help me ask Mr. Wang for a leave, and I'll go to school tomorrow. Yingtian said sadly.

Fang Doudou said with concern: "It's okay if you're fine, you must tell us if you have something." Ye Zhihan, who was next to him, also nodded worriedly.

"Well, you're going back, thank you!" Yingtian frowned, and his mood was extremely heavy.

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Yingtian had mixed tastes. It was the first time he had grown so big and felt so powerless. My father is gone, and the sky seems to be falling in the family.

At this time, Han Bing and Miao Fu returned home one after another. Fu'er immediately sensed that the atmosphere at home was wrong, and came to Yingtian's side with some uneasiness, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, where are your parents?" ”

"Come here, sit here and wait a while." Yingtian didn't reply, beckoned to Han Bing, and the three siblings sat at the table in the hall and waited silently.

At this time, a captain surnamed Lei of the Gaoyang Squadron of the Police Department led two policemen to Chunhe's house.

After Captain Lei asked Yingtian about the situation alone, he said softly: "Little friend, I will inform you if there is a result, but don't report much hope, we may not be able to do anything about this kind of thing." With that, the three policemen drove away.

In the Yan Kingdom, there was an agreement between the political and martial arts alliances (i.e., the martial alliances) that as long as the warriors did not do anything harmful to the national security and interests, and did not do anything that provoked popular uprisings and endangered social stability, the national army and powerful organs would not interfere in the fights and fights between the warriors.

There are also many warriors in state institutions, including the army, and there are also some powerful people. Most of these warriors are trained by the state itself, and they must be loyal to the country and defend the country and protect the people.

Of course, there are also martial artists of the Martial League or Scattered Cultivators in institutions at all levels. According to the content of the agreement, the Armed Forces League also has personnel sent by the government and Fu organs to be responsible for supervising and assisting the work on the surface.

To a certain extent, most of the martial artists and ordinary people on the Aqua Blue Star live in their respective circles and do not have much intersection.

With more and more high-tech weapons and means, the overall strength of the state apparatus of the Yan State is above that of the Wu Alliance. Under normal circumstances, martial artists below the level of Grand Master are not allowed to use force against ordinary people, and they must abide by the laws and regulations of the country like ordinary people.

For a martial artist as powerful as the Grand Master, it would be much more of a headache for the country to manage. Even so, as long as they don't violate the agreement and the warrior's manual, the state doesn't have to take care of it, and it's a little difficult to manage.

Under normal circumstances, a warrior in the world is equivalent to an ordinary person with a gun in his hand. Unless there are extremely vicious criminals, or revenge caused by great vendettas, under normal circumstances, a warrior would not kill ordinary people.

You must know that martial arts are the pursuit of supreme supreme. The higher the martial arts realm, the longer the life span of the martial artist. They don't trade their future and longevity for the lives of a few mortals.

Moreover, warriors have their special integrity and self-esteem. The stronger the martial artist, the more he values the dignity of himself and his family clan. At least on the bright side, faith and face are supreme, and there is no disobedience or self-harm.

Therefore, generally speaking, high-strength martial artists disdain to attack martial artists who are below their two great realms, let alone ordinary mortals.

The laws of the Yan Kingdom strictly prohibit guns among the people, and the battles between people in this world, including warriors, can only be finally resolved by relying on fists and cold weapons.

Prior to this, Yingtian had obtained this information through his father. Therefore, he will never pin his hopes only on the police.

After a while, the door of the inner room "creaked" open, and Chunhe walked out with dull eyes and a sad face. Her cloudy eyes rested on her children, and after a deep sigh, she slowly sat down at the table.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Fu'er cried slowly, curled up in her mother's arms.

Chunhe gently stroked Miaofu's little head, and tears fell down like pearls with broken threads.

After a while, I only heard Chunhe whisper sadly: "Children, your father...... It's gone! ”

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderclap that shook Han Bing and Miaofu's eyes. Although Yingtian was mentally prepared, his throat was also hot in pain, as if a stream of blood was about to gush out.

"Wow!" Fu'er couldn't help crying. Chunhe hugged her tightly, bursts of tears gushed like springs, and mourned silently.