That night, Yanfall was still sitting in the courtyard, but he couldn't enter the meditation state for a long time.

His mind was full of situations where he was about to leave his father, and Yan Cheng's heart could not calm down.

Squeak......

Remembering the sound of opening the door, Yan Cheng followed the prestige and found that Yan Long was holding a wine jug in each hand, walking towards him, and couldn't help but have some doubts: "Father, you are ...... this"

"Manly man, how can you not drink?"

Yan Long smiled slightly, and threw the flask to Yan Fall.

Yan Yan hurriedly caught it, looked at his father who poured mouthfuls into his mouth, hesitated, and took a small sip.

The spicy liquor flowed down his throat into his stomach, and two blush suddenly floated on Yan Cheng's face, seeing this scene, Yan Long laughed: "Stinky boy, it doesn't look good." ”

"Who's to say no?"

Yanfall retorted with a red face and a thick neck, and immediately took another sip.

Ahem......

After this mouthful, Yan Yan couldn't help but cough violently.

"Hehe, Fall, this drinking must be learned. ”

Yan Long went against the previous strict application, and when he laughed at this time, Yan Cheng actually felt that his father was a little ...... Uh, obscene.

"Why?"

Yan Fall's brow furrowed, perhaps because the wine was too inferior, Yan Fall didn't like the taste.

"Well...... Once you have learned it, you will naturally know that there is no one who does not drink alcohol when cultivating the fire system?"

Yan Long said with a smile.

"Well, father, can you tell me about my mother?"

Shaking his head helplessly, a strong look of longing erupted in Yan Shen's eyes, and he suddenly asked.

Yan Long was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent, and after a long time, under Yan Cheng's expectant gaze, he slowly spoke.

"Your mother...... Very good, she is a great magician. ”

Yan Long's eyes drifted into the night sky, and in the dilapidated courtyard, Yan Yan listened attentively, and Yan Long spoke, forming a perfect picture.

"Shen'er, don't cultivate today, go and rest early, you have to go on your way tomorrow morning. ”

I don't know how long I said, Yan Long stretched his waist and said.

"Hmm. ”

Nodding slightly, Yan Fall walked towards the house, and all that echoed in his mind was his mother's figure.

"Linya, wherever you are, bless our children......"

Looking at Yan Lung's back, Yan Long whispered to himself.

Yan Cheng's figure, which was about to step into the house, paused, and a trace of trance appeared in his eyes: "Linya...... Mom's name?"

Nothing was said all night.

Early in the morning, Yanfall got up from bed early, and the habits formed over the years have not changed because of meditation, and Yanfall, who has not slept for a long time, feels very comfortable.

A burst of fragrance wafted in, Yan Cheng's eyes lit up, and when he walked outside, he found that there were already a few delicate side dishes and a bowl of fragrant porridge on the table.

When he was stunned, Yan Long walked out of the kitchen with a smile: "Cheng'er, try Dad's craftsmanship." ”

"Father, this ...... You did it?"

Flamefall was a little incredulous, in Flamefall's impression, Yanlong didn't seem to know how to cook......

"Nonsense!"

Yan Long's eyes widened, causing Yan Cheng to shrink his neck, although he was very suspicious of the taste of this good-looking meal, but under his own Lao Tzu's gaze, Yan Cheng could only bite hard.

The fragrance instantly permeated between his mouth, and Yan Cheng was stunned for a moment, thinking that there were countless flavors, but he just didn't expect that the taste would be so good.

"Stinky boy, I can't imagine it, I wonder how your dad and I got your mom in my hands? A large part of the reason is because of my dad's cooking skills!"

Yan Long said with a bit of pride.

"Ahem......"

Yan Yan coughed violently, but he had to admit that even if he had been cooking every day for the past few years, there was still a little gap between him and Yan Long's level.

Breakfast was spent in the joke of the father and son, and at the end of the day, Yan Cheng simply packed a few clothes, and some copper plates accumulated over the years, stood in the small courtyard, and looked around.

A sense of reluctance rose from my heart, although it was said that this place was extremely simple, but after all, I had lived for so many years, and it was false to say that I had no feelings.

"Be careful on the road. ”

Yan Long was silent for a long time and spat out this sentence.

"Father, take care ......"

After Yanfall finished speaking, he ran out quickly, and did not look back until he ran out of the town, and tears slipped down the corners of his eyes.

Turning around and looking at the peaceful town, Flamefall bowed deeply, and when he raised his head, his gaze had become resolute, and he turned and walked in the direction of Stan City.

At the moment when Flamefall ran out of town, Bach was at home.

"Are you sure, is it really just that little cub?"

Bach had a gloomy face, although Yanlong did not kill him last time, but that shame had been deeply remembered by Bach.

In the past few months, Bach has been thinking about how to take revenge all the time, but because Yanfall has been concentrating on cultivation at home in recent months, with Yanlong guarding him, Bach has no way to start.

Today, when I heard a report from my subordinates, how could I not get Bach excited when I left the town carrying a package alone?

"Master Bach, I'm sure!"

The subordinate gasped in reply.

In Bach's eyes, a strong killing intent emerged, and he immediately ordered: "Go, call the three strongest people in the family at the moment!"

Moments later, three strong men appeared in the hall.

Since being humiliated in Yanlong's house, Bach came back and began to train his subordinates, and in a few months, it was also slightly effective, and the three people in front of him, one of them had reached the level of a junior swordsman, and the other two were not far from a junior swordsman.

"I've got you guys on a mission, this time, I'm going to kill that little bastard!"

Bach snapped.

"My lord, won't you take it personally?"

One of them asked cautiously.

"Stupid! Do you think the fifth-order great sword master is an ornament? If I leave town, do you believe that he will come to intercept me in the next moment?"

Bach's scolding caused the subordinate to shrink his neck and not dare to say more.

Vision, the three of them quietly went out, and quickly disappeared into the night.

"Little bastard, this time, I want you to die without a place to be buried!"

Bach stood in front of the window, his eyes were full of hatred, although Barton was treated by the doctor to save his life, but a pair of eyes, but never recovered, and the eyes often appeared pinprick-like stinging, which made Barton tortured, Bach saw in his eyes, the anger in his heart was even worse.

Yan Long's angry expression at the loss of his son appeared in his mind, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of Bach's mouth: "Fifth Order Great Sword Master, hmph, I really want to see your angry appearance." ”

"It's a pity...... You can't see it anymore. ”

The sudden sound caused Bach's pupils to constrict, and the wine glass in his hand slid to the ground with a crisp sound, which was especially evident in the silent night sky.

"Yes...... Is that you?"

Bach turned around with difficulty, and was surprised to find Yanlong's cold face.

"Yes, it's me, is it a surprise?"

Yan Long smiled, and the long scar on his face was like a devil's smile in Bach's eyes at this time.

"You...... Kill them?"

Swallowing his saliva, Bach said with difficulty.

The dragon was turned away, and a dark light flashed, and Bach's whole body froze, and the horror in his eyes became more and more intense.

"How so? your shit...... It can't hurt my son. ”

The faint voice sounded as Bach fell to the ground, and Yanlong's figure flashed, and he had already come to the outside of the town, as if he was muttering to himself: "There are some things, and they should be over......"