This long night, no one noticed what time it was, the night was no longer deep, and there was a faint light in the darkness.

A broken sword!

Yue Zhuo's hand tightly grasped the half-sharp blade and pierced into Yue Bufan's body.

Two streams of blood slowly dripped down, but time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Until, a white figure suddenly knelt on the ground weakly, and his arms began to hang down slowly.

"Son...... Son!"

Yue Zhuo also woke up suddenly with this action, immediately threw down the broken sword in his hand, knelt down, and subconsciously supported Yue Bufan's soft body, but his blood-stained palm was trembling from beginning to end. His frightened eyes were slightly red, but they seemed to be deeply at a loss.

Yue Bufan's expression was stiff, his knees were on the ground, shaking, the blood on his body had entered his body at some point, and even the blood in his eyes was gradually disappearing.

As the last traces of blood faded, a faint and muffled voice finally came out of his mouth:

"Ahh......h

When Yue Zhuo heard the movement, his expression was flustered, and he hurriedly leaned forward a few more points and muttered, "Son, son!"

Yue Bufan hung his head slightly, his long hair covered his face, he was panting faintly, and some indistinct sounds came out of his throat from time to time, and suddenly his body shook violently, as if he was under some kind of huge stimulus, and even made his head rise high.

Wang Qingshan supported Li Changfeng, who was extremely weak, and in his eyes, both of them were slightly moved, only to see that the face in front of him seemed to be suffering great pain, the green tendons on his forehead were exposed, his mouth was wide open, his eyes were wide open, and he even let out an extremely piercing cry: "Ah!!"

With the sound, the surroundings that had been calm down suddenly rose again, and the bloody aura unexpectedly came out of Yue Bufan's body again, and the red glow was faintly revealed.

It's just that, unlike Fang Cai, the red mang at this time did not roll with incomparable demonic power, but slowly overflowed from the surface of his body, and the red mang became thicker and thicker, gently filling the surrounding area, and then began to methodically turn into countless and countless fine blood threads, this red silk blood color is intense, and the blood in it is also incomparably rich, as if all the essence is gathered.

The blood thread slowly rose, floating in the hazy sky, indescribably weird and demonic, the number was so large that it seemed to form a burst of bright blood mist, and then the red silk quickly twisted and entangled, and the blood mist began to shrink and become smaller, and finally fused together, presenting a blood-colored red line, suddenly rising, as if it had been attracted by something, and flew into the distance.

Yue Zhuo looked at this scene in astonishment, not knowing what to do, and Yue Bufan's raised head suddenly drooped, his body became even weaker, and he could no longer support his stiff kneeling posture, and the whole person stumbled forward, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Yue Zhuo hurriedly picked him up, gently put him in his arms, hugged him, and said helplessly: "Fan'er, Fan'er, how are you?"

The person in his arms had his eyes open, but he looked very unfocused, and his whole face was extremely pale and tired, only a faint breath remained, and it was gradually weakening.

Yue Zhuo's eyes were completely red, his lips moved, but it was difficult to say anything, he just increased the force in his hand, and pressed his face tightly against Yue Bufan's forehead, but what came was faint cold.

"Son..... Son ......."

Quiet streets, low choking sounds.

Li Changfeng's face was also pale, revealing obvious pain and weakness, even with Wang Qingshan's support at this time, he was unstable on his feet, it seemed that the essence and blood in his body were sucked just now and caused him great damage.

But he didn't make any sound, just watched this scene with Wang Qingshan silently.

At this moment, perhaps no pain could compare to the wound in Yue Zhuo's heart.

When the severed sword pierced Yue Bufan's body, it also seemed to pierce deep into his heart, leaving a wound that would never heal.

"Uh......."

Yue Bufan's body moved suddenly, and Yue Zhuo, who was suddenly sad, felt the movement in his arms, his body shook, he quickly raised his head, looked over, and hurriedly shouted: "Fan'er......."

Perhaps hearing the whispering in his ear, Yue Bufan's eyes rolled slightly, and he also looked at Yue Zhuo, but he saw a bleak and disgraced face.

His lips moved slightly, as if with great force, before he spat out a vague word: "....... Daddy......."

When Yue Zhuo heard this word, his heart trembled, the muscles on his face twisted, as if he could finally hold it anymore, and tears instantly appeared in his eyes, "Dad is here, Fan'er, dad is here." He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Yue Bufan's face, smoothing the hair on the side of his forehead for him, just like the kindness and love familiar in his memory.

"I ...... I ......" Yue Bufan suddenly seemed to think of something important, his face tightened, and his originally pale face actually flushed with a hint of flushing, as if returning to the light, and even his speech was much clearer, "...... Dad, I'm ...... I don't want to ......"

Yue Zhuo's vision blurred at some point, but he still stared at the face of his son in his arms, and choked bitterly: "Dad knows...... Daddy is sorry for you...... I'm sorry you ........"

Hearing this, Yue Bufan seemed to be extremely distracted, and his face returned to a deep look of exhaustion, and even his breathing stopped faintly.

Seeing this, Yue Zhuo suddenly increased the strength in his hand, as if he wanted to leave something behind in this moment. But the light in the eyes in front of him was still gradually fading.

"Son, who is it, you tell your father, who harmed you?" he said suddenly, in a state of confusion.

"Uh......." Yue Bufan tried to open his mouth, still wanting to say something, but it was difficult to make any sound, only one hand was extremely difficult and slowly stretched out towards the warm big hand on his body.

What can be done in this dying moment, in the last days?

His movements gradually stopped, leaving only the last quiet gaze on Yue Zhuo's face.

A hand quietly let go, but in Yue Zhuo's eyes, it seemed like thunder, and then the body in his arms was completely loosened, softened, and no longer had a trace of strength.

His eyes widened in astonishment, and he suddenly hugged Yue Bufan tightly, and shouted heartbreakingly, his biggest voice this night:

"Fan'er!"

Then the streets were empty, and only the sound of muffled whimpering remained.

Yue Zhuo hugged the person in his arms tightly like this.

The long night passed, and the first faint light appeared in the sky, sprinkled on Yue Zhuo's body.

The wounds on his abdomen and back had solidified, but the blood stains on his torn clothes were still terrifying.

Yue Zhuo carefully lay Yue Bufan flat on the ground, and gently dusted off his white clothes, but there was always a big ball of blood red on his chest, but it couldn't be removed no matter what.

After doing all this, he slowly raised his head.

Wang Qingshan stood on the side, Li Changfeng was sitting, and when the two of them saw Yue Zhuo, they were both shocked in their hearts, and bitterness flooded their hearts.

That familiar face, colorless, trance eyes full of sadness and desolation, as if overnight, ten years old!

When it was about to dawn, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps around the corner of the street, and Zhang Zhiming and Wu Xiang rushed here with seven or eight disciples.

When they saw the messy streets and pieces of ruins, they were all slightly shocked in their hearts, and they could imagine the fierce battle that took place at that time, but after approaching, they saw Yue Zhuo's numb expression in a strange posture and Yue Bufan, who was lying quietly on the ground, and they were stunned.

In the cold and cold atmosphere, you can clearly see the wounds on their bodies and large areas of coagulated blood.

Zhang Zhiming and Wu Xiang suddenly had an ominous feeling in their hearts, and they were about to ask what was going on, when Wang Qingshan glanced at them with a solemn expression, and the two of them did not speak.

Li Changfeng gritted his teeth and stood up shakingly, the pain on his face was full of pain. Seeing this, Zhang Zhiming hurriedly helped him.

Among the three people who fought fiercely with Yue Bufan, Wang Qingshan was the least injured, and he also reacted at this time, walked close to Li Changfeng, saw his weak look, and said in a low voice: "Are you okay?"

Li Changfeng reluctantly shook his head and said, "Master Zhuang, the countless essence blood that came out of Master Yue's nephew's body just now has gone to the west of the city, maybe the Demon Sect demon is there, let's hurry up and arrest it, we can't let Master Yue's nephew bear this sin in vain!"

Wang Qingshan glanced at Yue Zhuo's father and son with a complicated expression, nodded heavily, and then said to Li Changfeng: "You are not in good health, but now you are seriously injured and your qi and blood are weak, so you can accompany Elder Yue here." ”

Li Changfeng immediately glanced at Yue Zhuo, who was lost in his soul, and nodded, "Okay, then you should be careful." ”

Wang Qingshan sighed silently, and then called Zhang Zhiming, Wu Xiang and several disciples who accompanied him to the west of the city.

In the hazy sky, the streets were unusually deserted, and even the green bricks on the ground were biting cool.

Li Changfeng staggered to Yue Zhuo's side, hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "Elder Yue, don't be too sad. ”

Yue Zhuo, who was in a trance and immersed in sadness, heard the voice, and his body shook suddenly, but he still didn't look up, and after a while, he muttered in a low voice: "My child, it's me....... I killed my children with my own hands......."

Li Changfeng looked at Yue Bufan's serene face, was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "Senior nephew, he will definitely not blame you." He didn't do all this with his intention, he must have been in pain, and it was you who freed him from his pain. ”

Yue Zhuo buried his face deeply and stared at Yue Bufan, "But...... But ......."

He raised his head and looked at Li Changfeng, his eyes were gloomy, but there were shining tears, and he suddenly said sadly: "But, I don't have any children!"

Li Changfeng's heart trembled suddenly, as if he had touched the deepest part of his heart, and he didn't know what to say or what to say for a while.

After a while, he hesitantly stretched out his hand and put it on Yue Zhuo's slightly trembling shoulder, and then took a deep breath, but his voice was a little dry:

"Everything will be fine. ”