In his sleep, Yang Fan saw many people in black, they rushed from all directions, and their martial arts were very good, and they killed people when they saw them.

And guarding by his side are some armored warriors, and their kung fu is also very powerful, but there are many people on the other side, and they fall down one by one, but they don't have the slightest intention of backing down, just to block in front of them with their bodies.

I was scared, but my body couldn't exert any strength, so naturally I couldn't help anything.

The armored warrior died, and there was only a woman in a gorgeous dress in front of him, the woman was like a painting, with a noble and elegant temperament, and there was no flaw in her beauty, even compared to He Xiaoling, it was even better.

The woman held the sword in her hand, her expression was indifferent, and the sword was galloping, like a fairy in the heavenly palace, under her sword, one by one the black-clothed people fell, and the blood stained the whole picture red, and the fairy was still dancing in the blood.

In the end, the fairy, too, was tired, collapsed in a pool of blood, and crawled to his side, with only kindness in her eyes.

With a loud roar, a blood-stained man was like an angry lion, with a sword out, the god cried, tore a hole in the blood, and pulled him and the woman in the blood to jump off the cliff, the cliff at the top of the lonely peak.

The wind blew past my ears, splashing and staining the river with blood.

The man was in his twenties, his eyes were red, and he was holding the woman covered in blood, and his body trembled slightly.

The woman smiled and said in a low voice: "Zhan Tian, take my child and leave, their purpose is Hao'er, it is this prosperous country, teach Hao'er well, and when he has the ability to protect himself, then send him to his father's side, if he is not capable, then let him spend his life plainly." ”

This man was Ling Zhantian, at that time, Ling Zhantian was just a young genius swordsman, and he didn't have the name of Ling Tian's first sword.

Ling Zhantian shook his head: "No, Allure, I will definitely protect you from leaving." ”

The woman shook her head: "Take me, none of us can leave, promise me to take care of Hao'er." ”

The woman glanced back at Yang Fan, reluctantly closed her eyes, she used the last trace of strength to break her heart and Ling Zhantian's thoughts.

Ling Zhantian roared in the sky, his voice was full of anger and helplessness.

In the end, Ling Zhantian still hugged Yang Fan and left.

Yang Fan's eyes were a little sour, he finally understood something, this memory was buried in Yang Hao's heart, and it may have made him stupid and stupid because of this memory.

And now, Yang Fan is also a little confused, who he is, his mother, is Dugu Allure, the fairy in the blood, because this memory is so real in the depths of his soul.

Two lines of tears slid down, and Yang Fan snorted violently, his voice was so sour.

Zhao Xiaoyu stayed by the bedside, looking at the two lines of tears flowing from the corners of Yang Fan's eyes, his heart was happy, but he was sad.

Yang Fan was in tears, then he should have woken up, but the voice he inhaled just now sounded so sad.

Yang Fan opened his eyes and looked at the roof motionlessly, his eyes were bloodshot, not at all like a person who had been in a coma for two days.

Zhao Xiaoyu said in a low voice: "Yang Fan, you are awake." ”

Yang Fan retracted his gaze, sat up slowly, brushed his sleeves to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, and then smiled: "Did I sleep for a long time?"

Zhao Xiaoyu nodded: "It's been two days." ”

Yang Fan stretched out his hand and wiped his face: "Has anything happened in the past two days?"

Zhao Xiaoyu shook his head, and then nodded: "There are fewer and fewer homeless people in Daxing Mountain, and the soldiers in the barracks want to take this opportunity to quell the banditry." ”

Yang Fan sighed: "I have my own opinion on this matter, is there anything else?"

Zhao Xiaoyu shook his head, and then said with concern: "Yang Fan, on Guwang Peak, what's wrong with you? The doctors all said that you were in good health, but how could you suddenly faint?"

Yang Fan stretched his waist and said with a smile: "What the doctor said is right, I am in good health, but I am just a little sleepy." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu was relieved: "It's okay, just now...... Did you dream about something very sad? ”

Yang Fan looked at Zhao Xiaoyu sideways, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he smiled: "Yes, I dreamed of you, and you ignored me, so I was sad." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu lowered her head slightly, she knew that Yang Fan didn't tell the truth, but she still said: "I won't be like that in the future, as long as you don't drive me away." ”

Yang Fan smiled: "Why should I drive you away?"

Zhao Xiaoyu took Yang Fan's hand and stared at Yang Fan affectionately: "Yang Fan, in fact, I ......"

Just then, the door was pushed open, and a voice followed.

"Yang Fan, you finally woke up, you slept for two days, the doctor didn't know how many came, everyone was worried about you, my junior sister asked me to see if you woke up, if you don't wake up again, thousands of people will always lead the troops to Daxing Mountain." ”

The person who came was Yin Tianen.

Zhao Xiaoyu's face turned red, and he hurriedly let go of his hand, and his body retreated slightly.

Yang Fan frowned and said, "Go and call Wanshu over, I'll talk to him." ”

Yin Tianen smiled: "I'll go now, you have a good rest first." ”

Yin Tianen went out.

Yang Fan looked at Zhao Xiaoyu and said with a smile: "What did you want to say just now?"

Zhao Xiaoyu shook his head, the courage to finally mention it was gone, and he didn't know whether to be happy or annoyed.

Once some words are spoken, maybe even staying with him will become a luxury.

Wan Shu was quickly called to Yang Fan's room, and when Wan Shu saw that Yang Fan had woken up, he hurriedly bowed down and said, "Yang Shoubei is in good health? ”

Yang Fan said with a smile: "The body is fine, it's just a dream, Mr. Wanqian, I heard that you plan to lead the troops to level Daxing Mountain, but is there such a thing?"

Wan Shu: "This is true, now that the displaced people have food, who is willing to rebel with Li Bashan, as long as he leads the troops to surround him, Li Bashan will definitely be tied." ”

Yang Fan waved his hand: "I'm not in a hurry in advance, I want to see Li Bashan, if it's a natural backbone, then I'll tear down his bones, if it's forced by the world, then it's excusable." ”

Wan Shu frowned and said: "Yang Shoubei, this is a great achievement in quelling the chaos, if you don't kill the thief leader, this credit will be much smaller." ”

Yang Fan shook his head and said: "I don't care if the credit is not credited, you can rest assured, follow me, I naturally can't treat you badly, Wan Qian, your master is a dust." ”

Wan Shu shook his head and said, "I can't say that it is Master, a long time ago, there was a monk who was seriously injured, and it was my parents who helped him, so he instructed me a few tricks, and I also relied on those tricks to make a name for myself, and later I learned that the monk was actually one of the eight legends of martial arts. ”

Yang Fan frowned and said, "When was that dust injured. ”

It is not easy to hurt people who can hurt the dust, Yang Fan had some doubts in his heart.

Wan Shu looked up and thought about it: "It's been seventeen or eighteen years, it's been a long time anyway." ”