At night,

Yebei's face is as cold as a mountain, and his eyebrows are like arrows and blades, giving people a coldness that is difficult to approach.

The clenched fists trembled faintly.

Over the years, he has seen too much hypocrisy, cunning, and rebellion.

Life is like a play, and the world is like chess, not to mention the battlefield of a moment of life and death.

One wrong step is human life!

Therefore, it has created the 'ruthless' heart of Yebei, and has created the concept of only believing in the knife in hand and guarding by killing.

As the master of the Zhu God Temple, he has no choice, he has to do it!

On his shoulders, he was not burdened with his own head, but the life of a million children!

The corners of Gu Laoxi's slightly open mouth wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ye Xiaoyun.

"Old evil, let's go."

"Old night, let's ......"

"Let's go!"

Ye Xiaoyun shook his head secretly, and turned to leave.

Seeing Ye Xiaoyun leave without looking back, Gu Laoxi's eyes looked at Ye Bei, and what he saw was indifference, and even, hostility.

"Alas!"

With a sigh, full of helplessness, he stepped out, and his figure disappeared into the vast night.

The night breeze blew, and for a while, there was silence all around.

"He's a member of the NightClan."

On the side, Xing Tian looked at the disappearing figure in the sky and slowly spoke.

The person who said it was the night howling cloud, and the meaning was that the other party had no reason to harm Yebei.

At least, with the strength of the other party, if they start killing in this desert north, no one will be able to stop them, and Yebei will not be defeated.

The Beiwang knife in his hand was put into the sheath, and Yebei didn't say a word, turned around and left.

The other party is a member of the Night Clan, and Yebei knows this.

But, after so many years, why didn't you show up?

Even if his father died tragically, his heart and life hung by a thread.

Now, it only appeared after the two children showed their extraordinary talent.

The answer is self-evident.

……

At this moment, it is late at night.

In the corridor, Yebei walked forward and stopped in front of a room.

Outside the door, there is a layer of true qi barrier, which isolates all the breath of the outside world.

With one hand stretched out, the barrier rippled layer by layer, and with a little force, the barrier shattered, turning into a little starlight, drifting away with the wind.

With the sound of 'squeak', the door slowly opened, and the inside of the room was slightly dark, only the fireflies and moonlight outside the window were sprinkled.

In the moonlight, Yexu'er sat cross-legged, as if she didn't know that someone was coming.

But, how can you not know?

The moment the barrier shattered, he could see it.

In the night north step room, for a while, he did not speak.

Seeing that his son was holding a war knife tightly in his arms, it was needless to say.

"Follow me."

The three words fell, Yebei grabbed Xu'er's shoulder with one hand and stepped out of the window directly.

The wind is howling in your ears.

Yexu'er still closed her eyes, not knowing where her father was taking her.

Where you go, it doesn't matter at all.

Until his body was suddenly thrown to the ground, Ye Xu'er slowly opened his eyes, and the scene that greeted him was unfamiliar.

It's just that it's late at night, and under the moonlight, the tombstones all over the mountains are more and more desolate and lonely than during the day.

Dressed in white, hunting and dancing in the cold wind.

Yexu'er was also stunned, and for a while, neither father nor son spoke.

"Get on your knees."

In a moment, there was a loud shout, echoing through the mountains.

Ye Xu'er held the sword in her arms, her small body facing her father, and her knees were on the ground.

"Not on my knees, but on them!"

Yebei's grim expression pointed to the tombstones.

Ye Xu'er looked in the direction her father pointed to, and she could clearly see the names engraved on the tombstone.

Soldiers of the First Army in the East, at the tomb of Ying Yuan.

Soldier of the Third Army in the South, Tomb of Feng Gai.

Soldier of the Fifth Army in the North, the tomb of Han Kang'an.

……

Tombstones, standing silently in the night.

And the closest, what catches your eye.

The commander of the Western Realm, the tomb of the tiger!

"They are all father's comrades-in-arms, brothers, and your uncles, uncles."

"All their lives, they fought to the death to protect this thousand-mile frontier! For what! ”

"They are men, flesh and blood, not gods!"

A deep shout, shocking, resounding through the top of the mountain.

Yexu'er knelt on her knees, bowed her head and said nothing, tears welling up in her eyes.

The death of Lu Zhan hit him too hard.

watched the land battle explode and die, except for this war knife, not even a single body was left.

And all this is to save yourself.

Since the moment he took over the sword of the gods, it meant that every day from now on would be accompanied by killing.

He was not afraid of death, but he could not accept that others would save him and die.

How can this love be repaid in this life?

How to return!!

Hot tears welled up, down her cheeks, and slowly dripped down.

Even if he is born at the top and has the body of the supreme bone, in the final analysis, he is just a child.

Since birth, I have never experienced life and death.

But Night North has experienced too much.

At this moment, pointing to the distance, he spoke in a condensed voice:

"Soldiers of the First Army Corps in the North, Zi Xingwei."

Yexu'er looked in the direction pointed by her father, and a tombstone stood in the mountains, but it was full of wind and frost, which showed that time was long.

"Twelve years ago, the Temple of Zhu Shen had just been established, and the first battle was ushered in."

"It was a rainy night."

"The three kingdoms of Krata, Lubar, and Tangas raided Mobei with an army of 160,000."

"That battle caused nearly 50,000 sons in the palace to fall."

"In the melee, Zi Xingwei blocked a fatal knife for me."

"And!"

Yebei pointed to the tombstone next to him, "Bao Liangji, nine years ago, in a battle with the Philippines, he blocked a fatal blow for me. ”

……

Yebei pointed to the tombstones, and kept saying the names on them, as well as the deeds of the year.

Without exception, they all died to save him.

Nightshade was shocked.

He thought that his father's strength could not be said to be invincible in the world, but at least he could easily kill the enemy without the help of others.

How could I have imagined that there would be so many people who sacrificed for it?

How could he know at a young age how many life-and-death battles his father had experienced along the way for so many years, and his life hung by a thread.

Not everyone is born with a golden key.

"The country cannot be without a king for a day, the army, not a day without a handsome, and a family cannot be without an owner for a day."

"Don't forget, now that you are a general in the Western Realm, what you have hanging around your waist is your Uncle Sheng Hu's God Punishment Sword!"

Yebei shouted loudly.

In the eyes of others, Xu'er is indeed a child, but in the eyes of Yebei, Xu'er's shoulders are carrying the lives and beliefs of all the sons and daughters in the West!

The generals are all abolished, how to come to the army of tigers and wolves, and how to defend foreign enemies.

It would be a plate of loose sand, to be slaughtered!

Compared with Xinyu and Xi'er, Yebei is indeed too strict with Xu'er.

Stern to harsh.

However, only harshness can make Xu'er grow rapidly.

For his son, how can Yebei not love him.

The life of a son is a hundred, a thousand times more important than his own.

Loveliness is deep, responsibility is keen.

Xu'er is not an ordinary child, he is the son of his Yebei, and he is the young master of the Zhu God Temple!

There is no way out, no chance of failure, and no qualification to be depressed!