Binghuo waved his hand in disgust, the flame ghost claws dissipated, and the horse fell to the ground, dead and blinding.

The Four Holy Envoys watched coldly, and the dog even sneered.

The altar is burning with flames, and people's hearts are chilling......

"My lord, what should that kid do next?" Yinhu pointed with his chin, and Ma Long, who was still unconscious on the side.

Ma Long, who should have woken up a long time ago, was afraid that his father would wake up halfway and cause chaos, so he used some small means to make him unconscious, and now he can't wake up for a while.

Scratching his chin, he thought for a moment and ordered, "Wake him up." ”

Yinhu responded with a fist, lifted Ma Long, and threw him to the ground.

Falling to the ground with a dull thud, Malone coughed a few times and opened his eyes in a daze.

Covering his still dizzy head, Malone looked around for a week, a little confused.

The Four Holy Envoys and Binghuo were silent, as if waiting for him to discover the appearance of his father's corpse in person.

Sure enough, as expected by Binghuo and others, Ma Long finally found Ma Gan's body after being confused for a while.

Ma Gan fell, face down, leaving only one back.

As soon as Ma Long saw it, he looked suspicious, a little incredulous, his lips were dry, and he slowly looked at the corpse.

"Daddy?" Marlon called tentatively, bent down, and patted him on the shoulder, but there was no response.

Malone swallowed his saliva, licked his dry lips, grabbed the corpse's shoulder, and pulled it back hard, and the corpse turned around.

"Ahh

Marlon screamed in horror and sat back on the ground, his face full of incredulity.

I saw Ma Long's eyes wide, his eyes seemed to be protruding to fall, his mouth was wide open, and he looked terrifying.

"Daddy......"

Ma Long trembled his lips, said in a trembling voice, and crawled to the side of Ma Gan's corpse.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" said Marlon, while constantly pushing Ma Gan, whose bones were still cold.

Binghuo and his party showed a gloating smile, which seemed to be quite interesting.

Ma Long cried for a while, and suddenly turned around and stared at the four holy envoys.

"It's you!" he roared, "it was you who killed my father!" "Little brother, don't talk nonsense, who told you that your father died at our hands? The dog said pretending to be serious.

"Who else but you?" asked Marlon, red-eyed.

"Why did we kill him?" asked Binghuo indifferently.

"Like you people, what reason do you need to kill people and do evil?" said Marlon coldly.

"But your father is on our side. Binghuo then retorted.

"You ......," Ma Long was a little dumbfounded, and his momentum weakened a little, "It must be you who coerced and tricked him into doing things for you." ”

"Well, if we need to coerce and induce your father to do things for us, why should we kill him? Let him stand on our side and kill him, what good will it do us?"

"You...... This ......" Malone was completely speechless.

"Although we are not like the so-called 'good people' in the mouth of you human beings, at least we still have the principle of interests, and we have no reason to do things that are not good for us. "The fire continues to add fuel to the fire.

"That'...... Then why did my father ...... Why do you look like this?" asked Marlon a little after listening to Binghuo's words.

"What do you say? remember the last thing that happened before you fell unconscious?" asked Cinghuo rhetorically.

"The last thing......" Malone recalled. "Is it my father who fought with Ouyang Jingyi?"

"Well, yes, and then you still can't guess?" Binghuo nodded.

Marlon shook his head frantically, "No, it's impossible, they are my fellow disciples, how can they kill my father?"

"Don't forget, your father is from our side, and according to the style of your Shushan disciples, don't you treat everyone equally. Binghuo smiled sarcastically.

"No...... Impossible......" Malone lowered his head and clenched his hands into fists.

"Don't be stubborn, you've already guessed it, you just don't want to believe it. "C-fire said.

"They...... How can this be. Marlon muttered.

"Perhaps, this is you human beings, who claim to be the messengers of justice, but the sword in your hand never stops killing. Binghuo sneered.

"I want revenge......"

"What did you say?"

"I want revenge!"

"Haven't you eaten?"

"I want revenge!" Marlon raised his head and roared, "Since they don't care about my father's identity, why should I take care of my fellow disciples!

"It's good, but you can't do anything on your own. Binghuo laughed.

"I want to join you. Ma Long resolutely looked into Binghuo's eyes and said.

"Oh, join us, we're not some kind of sanatorium, what's the benefit of having you join us?" asked with a smile.

"My life. ”

"Your life, how much money do you think a little monk who cultivates the Qi Realm is worth?"

"Because I used to be a disciple of Shushan!" Ma Long said unusually calmly, with only the word hatred in his mind. "Well, Shushan disciple...... Sounds like a good deal, welcome to our family. Binghuo laughed, his palms clapping slightly.

The four holy envoys were a little stunned, but they still applauded.

The sparse applause echoed all around, like a little ice rain hitting Ma Long's heart, causing a chill, only the fire of revenge in his eyes became the only light of life.

......

At the inn where Li Yiregret and his entourage, the rooster sang the world white.

Everyone got up early, and when the morning market was almost set up, everyone came to Ouyang's house.

The plaque of the mansion is still there, the building inside has been damaged, but there are still many rooms that can live in people, Ouyang spent money to buy some mortal handymen and began to clean up in the mansion, near noon, it was almost cleaned up, at this time, Ouyang Jingyi, who chose the coffin for his father, also returned to the house.

"Mother, I'm back. Ouyang Jingyi took the carriage carrying the coffin and stopped at the door.

Ouyang Shi responded, his eyes were red, and he thought that he had secretly cried again.

"Settle your father, he worked hard every day as the head of the family during his lifetime, and now he can rest well......" Ouyang said as he spoke, and his tears were a little uncontrollable.

Ouyang Lan hurriedly helped her mother into the house, and handed over the responsibility of taking care of the aftermath to her sister and the senior brothers.

Soon, Ouyang Zhentian's funeral was done, and some people who had been related to the Ouyang family came to mourn, and the courtyard in front of the hall seemed a little crowded.

On the other hand, Ma Long, who also lost his father, sat alone on the top of the mountain, blowing the wild wind and looking at the sky.

One is lively, the other is deserted.

But it's the same pain.

Human affairs, going back to the roots, aren't they the same......