Looking down, although the fighting continued, since the struggle between Mo Zizhai and Li Si had ended, they naturally couldn't last long.

The ending, needless to say, how it is above and below.

Wan Er Tong Wang Dao was taken away, waiting for someone who could heal them, in this military camp, only Mo Zi Zhai could have such a level.

Don't think that Mo Zizhai is just a giant of the Mo family, his skills are so many that you can't imagine, then no, it's good to have worked hard in Quzhou City.

The horn whimpered, like a long wind whistling, far away, I don't know how many years it has been played in this world, this is the oldest movement in the world, with blood.

Like a tidal wave, the soldiers retreated, leaving only corpses and blood-stained land.

The original noisy crowding suddenly became empty, and the soldiers were the same, completely living up to the fierceness of the battle.

Their eyes were hollow, their expressionless faces were tired, as if they were walking corpses, lifeless, except that they were still standing, they were not much different from the corpses on the ground.

No one wanted to look back at their battlefield again.

War is always just a game for those in power, and the people, the soldiers, have long been tired of it.

"Old Fangtou, are you alright? ”

Fang Yi was covered in blood now, and he didn't know how many people he had killed and how many injuries he had suffered just now.

He panted and glanced through the crowd, and then scanned, with anxiety in his eyes, and when he saw the man, he hurriedly ran over, and pretended to be relaxed and spoke.

"It's okay, your father and I have experienced a hundred battles, this little scene is nothing, I think I ...... at the beginning"

As he spoke, Fang Qihou groped back and forth on Fang Yi's body with his trembling, still dripping blood.

He waited until he was sure that his son was okay before he was relieved.

Father and son, blood is thicker than water, and the two of them are not very close on weekdays, but at an important juncture, the power of family affection is absolutely great.

"Okay, okay, haven't you heard a hero not mention the courage of the year? Besides, who knows if what you say is true or false, and no one has ever seen it, so it's not like you can say whatever you want. ”

Fang Yi said as he said, avoiding his hand with a look of disgust, he was such a big person, and he treated him like a three-year-old child, which really made him a little uncomfortable.

"I'm your son, how could I lie to you. Seeing that Fang Yi didn't believe it, Fang Qihou said with a pale face, looking at that posture, he must leave his own great influence in his son's heart.

"Did you lie to me less?" Fang Yi said disdainfully.

The current mood is different from the usual quarrels and quarrels between the two, they used to be bored, but now, my heart seems to be blooming.

"I ...... Poof......"

Fang Qihou originally wanted to explain, but for some reason, a mouthful of blood spurted out at once, and then he fell to the ground with a languishing face.

This, this, this, so fragile, seeing this, Fang Yi was frightened, I haven't seen you like this before.

"Old Fangtou, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Yi hurriedly lowered his body, hugged him, and tried his best to resist his body with his arms to prevent him from falling to the ground.

"It's fine, I've got a little injury. Fang Qihou said weakly, his voice was like a mosquito buzzing, without any strength.

"Old, really old, I want to ...... back then" said, Fang Qihou wanted to think about the year again, this person was really, when was it.

"Okay, okay, don't say it. Fang Yi said anxiously.

Although this sentence is exactly the same as what he said just now, the state of mind is very different.

Now, Fang Yi's hands on Fang Qihou's back were all covered in blood, and his sleeves were wet.

He quickly took a look.

I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it.

"Aren't you okay?" Fang Yi said, his voice trembling a little.

"I got a little bit of a wound. Fang Qihou said.

"Is this a minor injury?" Fang Yi almost roared.

His back was now almost shocking, with five or six wounds, large and small, deep and bone-deep.

What's even more terrifying is that almost a third of his back waist has been cut off, and the internal organs inside can be vaguely seen.

This can also be called a small injury.

This is a fatal injury, a mortal injury, much more serious than Wan Er.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay......"

The pain was deep, he was extremely angry and mournful, he was only left with a choke, and he couldn't say anything, but now these three words are placed here, so pale and weak.

How could it be okay.

The man doesn't flick when he has tears, but before he reaches the sad place, his loved ones are about to leave, how can he bear it.

On the battlefield, he can shout and fight, but now, there is nothing he can do.

This is just the tip of the iceberg, and even the tip of the iceberg can't be said, Fang Yi and the two are representatives, just this war, I don't know how many such human tragedies will happen.

The father loses his son, the son loses his father, the wife loses her husband, the mother loses her son, who is not the son of man, the father of man?

"Son, in the future, you will follow Waner's kid to mix well, although he is not a thing, but he is still affectionate and righteous, and he will not treat you badly in comparison. ”

"There will definitely be a war in the future, and when there is a war, try not to go if you can, but there is really no way, and you will fight in the future, but there will be no accidents. ”

"Don't worry about your father, there is your mother below, we don't need you to accompany you, you, just live well, marry a daughter-in-law, have a few sons, our old Fang family, but you are such a single seedling. ”

“......”

The more he spoke, the quieter his voice became, his eyes did not have any sparkle, and in the end, the world became a blur, and he could no longer see his son.

"Okay, don't say it, stop it, it'll be fine......"

The sorrow in Fang Yi's heart now made him almost unbearable.

"It's okay, it's all a small scene, I want to ...... back then"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the flower of life withered together, just like the soldiers who died in battle, without any difference.

A person's death is like a lamp going out, and everything in his life has nothing to do with him anymore.

"Daddy?"

Fang Yi saw it in a whisper, looking at Fang Qihou, cautiously, as if he was afraid of disturbing his sweet dream.

"It's not clean here, it's full of people, what's good, let's go home, let's go home and sleep, go to the mountain city, go to the mountain city. ”

He didn't want to, he didn't want to accept it, but so what, that's what it is.

Fang Qihou is dead, really dead, completely dead, this is not a mythical story, there is no legendary Dragon Ball, dead is dead, there is no possibility of resurrection.

No matter how sad you are, you can't change.

Fang Qihou, the old man of the Mo family, entered the prayer Li for ten years, did not change his original intention, once the Mo family came out, helped the heavens, and defeated the prayer li.

After speaking, Fang Yi picked up Fang Qihou and walked forward step by step, if he could let his son carry it like this once before he was alive, he didn't know how happy he would be.

The treatment he didn't enjoy when he was alive, but he got it when he died, is it really meaningful?

The direction he walked was the direction of the mountain city.