"Go on, Brother Fan, burn out this night!" in the control room, Qingming sat on the ground exhausted and shouted.

"Boss, it's up to you!"

"Up!"

On the stairs, Lu Keyu and Dong Huang Xuan were still struggling to support the women who were blocking Qianfang, not letting them get closer to the control room!

"Come on, lock the Night King... Completely cut off!" In the central hall, the Qianfang woman who was still alive pinned all her hopes on Jiang Xiaofan.

"Childe, please... You!" On the ground, Yue Yong, who slowly came back to her senses, looked at Jiang Xiaofan's back weakly.

"It's up to you!" At the bottom of the stairs, the quietly seated Rilun opened his cherry lips and stared ahead.

"Woo, ah, ah!!!" As if sensing everyone's wishes, Jiang Xiaofan, who had completed his momentum, came back like a god of war, roaring and rushing towards the Night King, wrapped in boundless power, and smashed the Night King like a mountain.

Rumble!

At this moment, everyone present was staring at this moment.

With a successful blow, the strong and violent fluctuations scattered in all directions in an instant. A figure flew upside down and smashed through the wall, exposed to the sunlight.

Flying upside down in mid-air, the Night King stared blankly at the sky and let the sun shine through him.

"Uncle!" asked Hirin, who was only seven or eight years old, looking at the Night King holding the umbrella with an innocent expression, his eyes flashing wide, puzzled. "It's sunny, why are you holding an umbrella?"

That year, the Night King, who was in his thirties, was heroic, and he didn't have a look on his face that no one should enter. The Night King just watched the sun wheel silently, without saying a word.

"Stinky girl, how dare you be rude to the Night King!" Suddenly, the man standing behind the Night King holding an umbrella pulled the sun wheel and slapped her on the head.

Immediately, he apologized to the Night King with a horrified face: "Sorry, Lord Night, please don't worry, she's just an ignorant country girl!"

"What about you, get out of here!" Then, he pushed the sun wheel away.

Hinawa followed behind the women's queue in front of him and looked back at the Night King. "It's so pitiful...... You can't look up at such a beautiful sky. ”

Bang! The Night King fell on his back on the eaves outside the attic, quietly staring at the sun in the sky, his thoughts drifting away again.

"Uncle!" Hinawa opened the door to the attic room. "Why do you want to live underground?"

"Do you dislike Grandpa Sun so much? Or maybe Grandpa Sun doesn't like Uncle?"

"Stupid, what are you doing?" Outside the room, a woman hurried over to grab the Sun Wheel and apologize to the Night King. "I'm sorry, Lord Night!" he pulled the sun wheel and left.

"Uncle, this can't be done! I can't quarrel with Grandpa Sun!"

The dust gradually dissipated, and the body of the Night King, which was illuminated by the sun, gradually lost its vitality, and its skin was wrinkled and cracked.

"Stinky girl, let you mischievous!" In the room, a man was hanging and beating the tied up little sun wheel.

Ah, the door opened, and the Night King Miao Fengxian walked into the room. "You ......"

"Night, Lord Night!" the man looked at the Night King with a look of horror.

"Hmph, what did you do wrong this time?" the Night King snorted coldly, looking at the suspended sun wheel.

"Give it to me, what you're hiding behind your back!" the Night King's eyes were sharp, and he saw the man holding something in his hands behind his back.

"Well, that ......," the man muttered.

"Huh?" the Night King glared.

"That...... I'm sorry, this little ghost is always clamoring to give this thing to you. The man hurriedly handed the drawing paper to the Night King.

The Night King spread it out and saw that the drawing paper was a round of the sun, and there were several white clouds painted on the side of the sun, and three words "To Uncle" were written on the side.

"Uncle, uncle!" Hinawa lifted his face with difficulty, smiling. "Patience with this first. But one day, I will definitely reconcile my uncle and Grandpa Sun!"

The Night King looked at the sun wheel carefully, and then tore up the drawing paper. "After being abandoned by his own family and sold here, he still flattered the old man so much! If you use this to treat guests, you will become the number one Oiran!" After saying that, the Night King left without looking back.

"No, it has nothing to do with anyone!"

Hearing this, the Night King's footsteps stopped.

"Uncle, no matter whose head the sun is on, it will radiate the same radiance and give everyone warm sunlight. Even on the uncle's head, it will definitely warm the uncle's heart again! So, uncle, don't hate the sun father!"

By the hole in the wall in the attic, Jiang Xiaofan, the Qianfang woman, and the supported Yue Yong quietly watched the withering Night King.

"The old man's natural enemy! "Seeing each other again after a long time has not changed anything!"

"Looking down on the old man, the Night King, from the distant sky, is really hateful!"

"But!" the Night King's eyes gradually closed, his arms drooping, and his face smiling contentedly. "It's so beautiful!"

"Humans are really sad!" said the Emperor, bathed in the sun, and came to the Night King, looking at the Night King with a smile in his eyes. "The more things that don't belong to you, the more you want them! The more you can't touch them, the more you have to stretch out your hand! The things that don't belong to the Night King are sunshine! Teacher, you're not thirsty because of the sun, you're thirsty because you don't have the sun!"

"Far from hatred than anyone else, but envious of yearnings more than anyone else! However, even this still can't disappear the light, you are hateful and love!"

Jiang Xiaofan and the others watched silently, but they did not stop the conversation between the two on the eaves.

"Huh!" Hearing this, the Night King's closed right eye opened again. "Love, where did you hear such words, Shenwei! If you are on the same path as the old man, you should know that that kind of thing cannot belong to the old man! Shenwei, you and the old man are the same, we only know how to fight!"

The Night King had a battle in his mind, and the only one time he was tied, and that was the pinnacle duel with the War God Emperor Fu Chaoyun!

"If you want it, you can get it all by fighting to the death, and if you don't like it, you can defeat him by fighting to the death. Whether you love or hate, the old man only knows how to show it by fighting! Shenwei, one day you will understand. Looking back on the journey that the old man has experienced, the old man's journey has long been empty. ”

"Even if you put what you really want in front of you, you don't have an arm to hug it, so you can only stretch out your claws to it. The Night King said as he recalled the day when the sun wheel ran away with the baby and was captured. "If you try to pull it to your side, the claws sink deeper and deeper, and if you reach out, the farther and farther away!"

The Night King stretched out his hand to the sky again, thinking back to the painting of the sun in the sun wheel.

"Why, even you hate the old man?Why, even you reject the old man?Why, even I yearn for it, but I am thirsty day by day......"

The Night King raised his hand to the sky, his body gradually withered, and his pupils slowly collapsed as he looked at the sun.

Nothing can be seen anymore. The sun could not reach the old man's real night no matter what. Even if he dies, he still goes into the night, is this the fate of the old man, the king of the night?