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The old man's body was slumped against the young man, his face was as white as white paper without blood, he looked down at the big black hole in his chest, and then looked at Liangchen who was safe and sound, and his face showed a smile of relief.

"As long as the Holy Shou is safe and sound, my old bones will die when they die, ahem. The old man coughed twice, as if to say something very ordinary.

"Uncle, I only have one relative, you! I don't want any holy guards, I just want you!!" The young man saw that the blood on the old man's face was getting darker and darker, and he shouted loudly.

"Silly boy, what stupid things to say! Whether you can get back what belongs to you or not depends on the Holy Shou. ”

"If it wasn't for the patriarch who entrusted you to me, I would have been... He had already gone with their old men.

See you grow up... Adult, I met the Holy Guard again today, and my mission is also counted... It's done, and my old man is finally... I finally have the face to go underground to see them. The old man panted and said intermittently.

"I don't want anything, as long as you don't die! We run away and don't go home! I don't want revenge! I don't want to be a witch king! You are my only relative, I don't want to lose you!" The young man's eyes were flustered, and his hands pressed on the old man's wound to transmit bursts of aura, and he said without words.

"How can you be worthy of this.... How can you be worthy of the Yuan family's nearly 1,000 people? Nearly a thousand lives?" The old man's loving gaze suddenly flashed with a sharp edge, and a sharp look pierced the young man.

"But... I don't want to be alone in the world!" the boy was stared at by him, and his eyes suddenly flashed and wanted to escape.

"You can't hide! It's your life!" the old man heard him say this, and his heart also flooded with sadness.

"Remember, you're... Witch King Orthodoxy! in your blood... It's the witch king who flows... of blood!"

"Go and bring back your saint... I'm running out of time... Ahem...."The old man coughed a few more times and commanded.

"I... Uh..."The young man looked at the old man with a gossamer, as if the candle would be extinguished at any time in the wind, and two lines of tears slowly flowed out of his eyes.

Liangchen looked at the faces of the two from a distance, remembering that they had fought side by side a month ago, and with a subtle feeling in his heart, he slowly flew over.

"Why was he injured?" Seeing a black hole in the old man's chest, which was somewhat similar to the wounds of several fallen krakens, he couldn't help but ask with a puzzled face.

"You go away!! the young man yelled at him as he suddenly raised his head and shouted at him.

Such an inexplicable anger shocked Liangchen's heart.

"Silly boy! You remember, how do I say to... Holy Shou, Holy Shou will.... How to do it to you!" The old man wanted to scold the young man, but he couldn't help it, he barely squeezed out a smile and said to Liangchen: "Holy Shou, I will leave it to you young master!

"What?Holy Guard?Witch King?" Liangchen felt inexplicable by the young man's roar, and almost turned his head to leave, but when he saw the old man's kind eyes, he didn't flick his sleeves and leave, and at this moment he heard the old man say strange things, and he was even more confused when he heard it.

"Well, old man's time... Not much, just to make a long story short. ”

"We belong to the four major families of Wujiang... The Yuan family was persecuted by several other major families, leaving only the young master and the old man... The two escaped by luck... Wandering in the four seas. ”

"The patriarch on his deathbed... Leave a few proverbs that say there is a person who will... Help the young master regain the Witch King's inheritance, and we'll.... I found you according to the proverbs, so you are the Witch King's holy guard!" seemed to exhaust the old man's strength, and he gasped for breath after speaking.

"This is too bizarre! Besides, I can't help you at all. Listening to his words, Liangchen could clearly feel his sincerity, but now he just wanted to return to Zhongzhou safely, and he was not interested in any sudden holy guard.

"I'm not uncommon for you to help me! You go!!"

"If it weren't for you, my uncle wouldn't have used the soul transfer technique to help you stop it!"

"This hole should be on you! damn it's you!" the young man shouted loudly as he pointed his finger at Liangchen.

"Don't be so... Loud, Holy Guard, the young lord is too much... Young, not too ... Sensible, you take care of it. The old man scolded the young man again.

Liangchen listened to the young man's words, as if a big bell was ringing in his mind, and he didn't even hear what the old man said!

"What!

"If it weren't for the old man in front of me, I would have died!?"

Liangchen looked at a scorched black mark the size of a bowl on his shoulder, and then at the black hole that the old man penetrated through his body, and finally understood the general reason for the incident.

No wonder he was hit by a thunder pillar unscathed, no wonder the young man hated himself so much!

At that time, I was surprised why the Thunder Pillar was powerless, even if he had a galaxy technique, he would definitely not take it so easily.

It turned out that someone actually blocked this thunderous blow for himself!

"I see!" Liangchen's heart was agitated, and he didn't know how to express his gratitude for a while, muttering to himself.

No wonder I have a faint feeling that there is a little more spiritual connection with the old man and the young man, as if there is some spiritual connection similar to the spirit beast blood curse.

What kind of spell is this, it is so magical and weird!

After thinking about it, the old man spoke again, and slowly took out a pitch-black token: "There are still some before... The hidden stake of the family, when the time comes.... You go and contact them, and they will naturally give it to you.... Arrange it properly. As for the back .... The old man can't help it..... It's busy....." the old man said, handing over a pitch-black token.

"I can't see it.... The young master became the witch king.... moments, really... There are really some ..... left behind," the old man said, his eyes were dilated for a while, his hands drooped, and he lost his breath. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "Giant Gate Scroll", pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~