When Lang Ri exhausted his strength step by step and finally saw the house where the wolf slayer clan was standing from afar, Lang Ri sped up his pace home despite the pain.

At the moment of stepping into the wolf slaughtering clan, Lang Ri was stunned, the once prosperous and beautiful wolf slaughtering clan, the white-walled and blue-roofed houses seemed to be in ruins, and only a few charred black roof trusses and pestles that had been burned and were close to collapse were there.

"How so?" said to himself as he ran, there were no living people on the side of the road, only some dead people, or torn apart, or burned beyond recognition.

"How can this be!" Lang Ri ran inward, no longer caring about his injuries, "Is there anyone, Haoyue, Uncle Ke!"

An ominous premonition arose, and suddenly, Lang Ri saw a limping Wu Na.

"Una!" Lang Ri ran to him as if he had seen a savior, "U Na!" Lang Ri grabbed him.

Wu Na's leg was broken, his body was covered with scars, and he slowly turned his head to look at Yi Langri, "Yi Langri, you still have a face to come back!" Wu Na almost gritted his teeth and said, his eyes burst with hatred, he couldn't believe that this person dared to return to the wolf slaughter clan after poisoning and killing.

"Wu Na, what's wrong with you?" Lang Ri didn't know what was going on, he didn't let go, "What's the matter with your injury?"

Wu Na's eyes looked around, he was looking for something to use as a weapon, and suddenly saw a wooden stick falling from under the charred house on one side, Wu Na propped himself up and grabbed the wooden stick and hit Langri.

Lang Ri was startled, and he didn't have time to dodge, and Wu Na knocked Lang Ri to the ground with a stick.

"Wu Na, what are you doing here!" Lang Ri protected his head with his arm, he didn't know how he had offended Wu Na.

"Come on, Yi Langri is here, Yi Langri is back, come on!" Wu hit Lang Ri's already seriously injured body, Lang Ri just held his head and dragged his injured leg forward.

"Wu Na, stop it, what's wrong with you!" Lang Ri's struggles and shouts were almost in vain, and the wooden stick in Wu Na's hand had no intention of stopping.

The stick hit Lang Ri right on the head, and the blood immediately flowed.

Lang Ri reached out and grabbed the wooden stick in Wu Na's hand, "Wu Na! What are you going to do!"

"Kill you, Yi Langri!" Wu Na's hatred continued unabated, and with his call, some people came one after another, all holding weapons in their hands, and when they saw Yi Langri, they didn't say a word, and they beat Langri like Wu Na.

Lang Ri held his head helplessly, not knowing what to do, not knowing who could save him.

"Stop!" a familiar voice came from behind the crowd surrounding him, and the man who had beaten Lang gradually withdrew his hand and moved out of the way.

Lang Ri, who was covered in blood, the blood blurred his vision, he raised his head, and in the blood-red sight, he saw Haoyue coming over.

Haoyue's hair was messy, her cheeks were sunken, and her sea-blue eyes no longer shone with the same dazzling brilliance as before.

"Hao-Yue-" Lang Sun called her weakly, and he trembled and stretched out his hand to reach Haoyue.

Haoyue walked up to him and stood straight, looking down at Lang Ri with an expression like looking down at a person who made her hate deeply.

"Haoyue," Lang Ri still called her name loudly, his bloody hands touched Haoyue's legs, rubbing a bright red.

Haoyue looked at him blankly, without any emotion in her eyes.

"Haoyue," seeing her expression made him desperate more than the countless pains on his body, Lang Ri didn't know what he could say, just kept calling her name, hoping that Haoyue would no longer look at him so decisively.

Haoyue lifted her leg away, and Lang Ri's hand froze there.

"Get him up. Haoyue ruthlessly gave the order, and several people set up Lang Ri, and Lang Ri was finally able to look at Haoyue at eye level.

His blood ran down his body, dripping to the ground.

Lang Ri looked at Haoyue, just like that, the two of them were deadlocked for a while, "Haoyue," Lang Ri called her name again, "Do you believe me?"

Haoyue coldly rejected him and didn't speak, that look seemed to mean everything.

"Do you believe me?" Lang Ri refused to give up, and asked her again.

"Yi Langri, do you know what it means for you to come back?" Haoyue called himself Yi Langri, Langri knew that Haoyue had misunderstood him deeply this time, and I was afraid that he couldn't explain it clearly.

Lang Ri shook his head weakly, and a thousand words seemed to be stuck in his throat at this moment.

"You killed my father, didn't you?" Haoyue asked him faintly.

Langri closed his eyes and nodded.

Haoyue smiled sadly, and her voice began to be sad with a smile, "Why!"

Lang sighed, "Because your father told me to do this." ”

"Stop quibbling Yi Langri, are you doing this for the position of Wolf Slayer Treasure Sword or Leader?"

Lang Ri slowly raised his head and looked around, those angry eyes wanted to tear themselves apart at this moment, Lang Ri smiled bitterly, and finally returned his gaze to Haoyue's face.

"Do you believe me?" Lang Ri no longer looked at others, just looked at Haoyue, he couldn't care about other people's eyes, at this moment he only had her in his heart, as long as Haoyue believed in himself.

Haoyue raised her hand, and there was a dagger in her hand, and she picked it up and poked it in Langri's chest.

Lang Ri involuntarily leaned back, people supported him, Lang Ri looked at Haoyue calmly, Haoyue pulled out the dagger, and stabbed Lang Ri in the shoulder again.

Lang Ri looked at her blankly, he was unconscious, and the blood was pouring out, and no part of Lang Ri's body was stained with his own blood.

Haoyue's eyes were filled with tears, and she bit her lip and bit it hard until her lower lip was bitten out of blood.

Haoyue's hand was released, and the dagger was stuck in Lang Ri's shoulder.

A smile tugged at the corner of Langri's lips, "It's better to let me die at your hands." ”

"Take him and lock him up first. Haoyue turned around, no longer looked at him, and spit out such a sentence coldly.

People obediently dragged Lang Ri away, Lang Ri was held like this, his feet made deep marks on the ground, he kept looking at Haoyue's back until he couldn't see her anymore, Lang Ri closed his eyes, and didn't know anything.

If there is a god, please let me die at this moment, if there is a god, please let Haoyue stop hating me, as long as she can stop hating me, I am willing to die now.

Lang was thrown into the wolf slayer dungeon, and when his body was thrown to the ground with a heavy bang, there was a muffled sound and dust everywhere.

Someone next door was singing, his voice hoarse, his intonation rising and falling, singing and talking to himself.

It was Hagan, an unkempt and completely insane Hagan.

He clapped his hands and laughed, crying, he didn't know what he was chanting, and Langri's eyelids were heavy, and he listened to the crazy shouts of Hagan around him.

"Son, son, are you hungry, you don't eat, dad has food here. Hagan stretched out his dirty hand from the wooden fence to reach Langri, and in that hand was a moldy steamed bun.

Lang Ri trembled and propped up his upper body, and the hair in front of him was messy and covered his face.

"Son, eat, don't be hungry. "Hagan struggled to reach Langri.

Lang Ri also stretched out his hand, touched the black steamed bun, put it to his mouth and ate it one bite at a time, Ha Gan saw Lang Ri eat it, grinned and clapped his hands and smiled, "Good son, good son eat more, eat more." ”

Lang Ri gobbled up steamed buns and stuffed his entire mouth, he looked up at Hagan, and for a moment felt that something was blocked in his throat.

Hagan began to sing unknown songs again, and Lang Ri finished his steamed buns and sat against the wall, which had a tiny window to look out.

Lang Ri looked at the night of the wolf slayer through the window, the moon was in the sky, although it was bright but no longer round, the layers of dark clouds wandering, covering the moon for a while and showing it for a while, Lang Ri looked out of the window blankly, behind the moon he seemed to see the face of the master Qi Jige.

"Langri, stab me, kill me. "In my head is the lingering voice of the master when he was dying.

"Ahh

Lang Ri closed his eyes, he couldn't think about it, he already had a splitting headache, Lang Ri held his head and closed his eyes in pain.

"Son, son, I'll sing to you, don't be afraid, Dad protects you. When Hargan saw Langri's appearance, he comforted Langri in panic.

Lang Ri felt a sharp pain, and he saw that the dagger that Haoyue had stabbed him with was still stuck in his shoulder.

Lang Ri stretched out his hand and pulled out the dagger, and suddenly a stream of blood spurted out, and Lang Ri almost fainted in pain.

"Son, son, you've shed so much blood!" cried out in horror.

Lang Ri bit his lip and tore off one of his clothes to bandage the wound on his shoulder.

"Son, what's wrong with you, don't scare Dad, son!" Hagan cried, desperately trying to get enough of Langri with his dirty hands.

Lang Ri reached out and touched Hagan's hand, and the two hands clasped together in the air.

"I'm fine. Lang Ri smiled bitterly.

Hagan shook Langri's hand, "Son, you can't scare Dad, Dad can't live without you." ”

Lang Ri didn't know what to say, and Bagan held Lang Ri's hand tightly, for fear that one would let go of Lang Ri and leave him just like Hada.