233 Bastard Daddy

Cut. How can he cope with it? Even if the old man is a magic left, he is more powerful than the broken array music, and he can't be the opponent of the devil. And he is obviously seriously ill these days. Doesn't he want to die?

Fengchuan clenched his fist and said nothing. What an unpleasant bastard father to the end...

Don't think you're pretending to be calm. I can't see that you want to die for me, right?

Fengchuan stared at Xiao Yangchun. He still didn't change his face and refused to give any expression to Fengchuan. Just like Fengchuan used to occasionally care about him. How much wine did he drink today? When he wanted me to bring you some antidistine soup, he replied with no expression on his face, don't worry about it. It's nothing to do with you here.

Hmm, it's nothing to me, it's nothing to do with me, right? Don't let me take care of it, don't let me take care of it, right?

I have to take care of it!

Fengchuan strode in front of Xiao Yangchun, and the stronger murderous spirit polished the sword like a thousand wind, deterred the demon, and also shocked Xiao Yangchun.

"Fengchuan, you..."

"Less talk!"

I won't be at your mercy. I have never listened to you.

Never.

The sword that Fengchuan had just raised was held by Xiao Yangchun's thin hand. Fengchuan couldn't help looking back. Xiao Yangchun said, "Go and chase the spirit. If you don't chase it now, you may never catch it in the future.

"...What will you do if I go after her?"

Fengchuan was careless and said something he cared about. In this case, it seems that I haven't said it for two years. He has guessed Xiao Yangchun's reaction. He will say, I'm fine. Don't worry about it.

Why don't you let me care about you...

I'm obviously your son! It's your own, not from the stinky ditch!

Why don't you let me care about you? I don't care about you. Who cares about you, old man...

Fengchuan was afraid to hear indifferent words. I'm afraid to hear the refusal. It doesn't matter. The relationship between them is not like father and son at all. Fengchuan is more like Xiao Yangchun's adopted son, an apprentice. No, maybe it's not even that.

Why did he treat him as his own son? Otherwise, why didn't he even tell him that he used to be a left envoy of the demon clan?

Cough. Forget it.

"I won't leave. It's you, you'd better go far away quickly, old man! Don't stay here in the way!"

"Fengchuan!" Xiao Yangchun grabbed Fengchuan's shoulder, and his expression suddenly changed from harshness to gentleness. His next words completely shocked Fengchuan, "Fengchuan, let's go. Listen to Dad once."

Fengchuan, let's go. Listen to Dad once.

This almost pleading tone is not like Xiao Yangchun's tough attitude of making decisions for others and does not consider other people's feelings at all. Is this what the old man will say? Is this an old man?

Fengchuan thought he must be dreaming. After a long time, he was thinking about whether to let the old man repeat what she just said.

I still don't want it. Fengchuan blinked his eyes fiercely and looked back at the things that made him feel ashamed. He turned his head and said, "Then you come with me!"

Waiting for Xiao Yangchun to answer, Mo Zun sneered and said, "Ha ha, I'm tired of this kind of scene. I don't want to run away from either of you!"

Mo Zun stretched out his right hand to Fengchuan and Xiao Yangchun, and his index finger seemed to scratch gently in the air. The wind in the sky seemed to be disturbed by him so gently, and it was extremely sticky to wrap around his fingers, setting off an increasingly huge wave, stirring up the wind and clouds, and the sky was dark. Under such a great shock, Fengchuan almost had to use all his strength to keep the sky, let alone resist.

This is the real power of the demon. It has surpassed the magic and the ultimate martial arts can achieve. The whole world is running in his hands. Why does he need to take advantage of wind, thunder, water and fire?

"Hahaha! Old man, can you catch the old monster's move!" In the sound of tearing heaven and earth, Fengchuan couldn't hear what he was saying at all. He couldn't hear the old man's answer. Is it really going to die this time?

No. It won't die. Can't die.

Fengchuan put down the arm in front of him and raised his head. He seemed to feel that his eyes were going to dissipate with the wind. He tried his best to find Xiao Yangchun's position, groping forward with one hand and walking towards him.

He touched the corner of Xiao Yangchun's clothes. Under the stimulation of the strong wind, their eyes flowed with cold tears and shattered in the wind.

Grabbing the corners of his clothes... It seems that in my memory, I have never been so close to him.

When Fengchuan was a child, he often thought that the bastard father who never showed up ran away as soon as he was born, or did he leave their mother and son when he was a little older? When Fengchuan was a child, did the old man ever hug him and play with him? Does he remember his birthday? Does he know that he has grown taller now?

Now, Fengchuan grabbed the corner of his clothes, and a strange imagination suddenly came to his mind: I don't know if he grabbed him like this and learned to walk with him when he was a child? Did he hold him so tightly and beg him not to leave and his mother?

Maybe Fengchuan will never have the opportunity to know the answers to these questions.

Fengchuan clenched the corners of Xiao Yangchun's clothes. Xiao Yangchun seemed to feel it and turned his head to look at Fengchuan. His words, but the wind that cut through the sky, reached Fengchuan's ears extremely clearly:

"Fengchuan, stand behind me."

"Hmm?"

Fengchuan seemed to be confused by this loving voice, and his body did not listen, allowing Xiao Yangchun to walk in front of him. But he pulled the corner of his clothes tightly like a child who was afraid of getting lost and falling, and the sight in front of him was covered by his tall figure...

This scene is like that autumn evening 16 years ago.

Xiao Fengchuan took his father's hand and stood in the field. The orange-red sunset boiled the golden wheat waves and rolled enthusiastically in the autumn wind. In the heart of Xiao Fengchuan's hand, it was a little thin and desolate. Because my father's hands are cold.

"Fengchuan, just send it here. Dad is leaving."

"Dad is leaving? Where to go? Fengchuan will be with you.

"Dad is going far away. Didn't your mother tell you to send your father here just now?

"Ah... When will Dad come back?"

"Wait for Fengchuan to grow up."

"When will I grow up?"

"When Fengchuan learns to write, write as beautifully as your mother's words, and memorize your mother's favorite "Thousand Poems", Dad will come back."

"Na Fengchuan can recite several poems now. Dad, can I recite it well?

"Hmm."

"Dad... Why do you never praise me? What about praising me for memorizing it well?

"Silly son, I've always been proud of it."

After Xiao Yangchun said that sentence, his broad palm touched Fengchuan's head hard. He approached the boundless wheat field, and his figure was quickly melted by the golden yellow.

Fengchuan looked at his father's eyes extended with the sunset. It was not until the sun went down and the red retreated. His eyes were finally stung by the darkness, so he did not look any more. He kept the agreement with his father. By the age of fourteen, he had written more beautifully than his mother, and he had memorized poems and classics. But my father didn't come back.

Maybe he already knew that his father would not come back at all. Maybe he forgot the agreement at all. However, I don't know what drove him to do all this. Maybe it's hope and concern.

The wind is tight. The figure of the demon god hung high in the sky, like a turbid star shining on their father and son. Fengchuan stayed in place. Unconsciously, the corners of Xiao Yangchun's clothes had slipped out of his hand. Xiao Yangchun was walking towards the demon, step by step, leaving Fengchuan with an unbearable back.

It's not good. How can it be! Old...

"Dad--!"

Fengchuan's exclamation was quickly turned into a blank by the huge impact. He fell on his back to the sky, and the flames in the air were burning. Countless fiery pawns jumped out of it and rushed to the earth with a scream.

Fengchuan knew that it was a flame monster formed by the remaining magic split after the disintegration of the demon master. Demon Lord... has it been completely destroyed like this? Well, then he...

Xiao Fengchuan closed his eyes. Countless winds passed through his armpits, and his soul passed through the wind safely, as if he could never land.

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"Fire! Fire! Run!"

The flying flame monster robbed a hundred miles of Daihua Mountain. They jumped and screamed, broke the slates and green bricks, tore trees and houses casually, and threw countless sparks into the field with a whistle, igniting a blazing fire...

"Damn, the fire containing magic can't be extinguished with spiritual water! The death of the demon master makes people feel uneasy in the world. Disciples from various sects came to put out the fire one after another. The water magic in Rain Lane was the most profound. Naturally, they took the lead and became the vanguard of the disciples who cultivated immortals. The water of spiritual power returned in no effort, and the long water belt was taken back and wrapped around the silver sword.

"Sister Yaoyue, what should we do?"

Yaoyue shook her head. Is such a fire falling from the sky a natural disaster? Is it God who wants to exterminate the world?

The distant moon looked up at the orange sky. No, you can't just get it! She told her left and right brothers and sisters, "You guys, take the people to evacuate immediately, hurry up!"

"But senior sister, those flame monsters can't be cut to death, the water can't be extinguished, and the flames spread so fast. After all, there is no way for us to escape like this..."

"Then watch the people burned alive before thinking of the way to exterminate the source of fire!"

"...Yes!"

Definite... There must be something to completely eliminate these flame monsters...

The cicada wing sword of the distant moon showed a tired color under the burning of flames. The monster is coming, which is much faster than she thought. Before the demon appeared, the human world was already in chaos.

Let's give it a try. Be sure... stick to it to the end!

A gray figure suddenly flashed in front of the distant moon. She waved her sword to block the man's way. The man bowed his waist and passed under the sword, and his gray hair brushed the body of the cicada wing sword. His blurred eyes shot through the sword body as thin as cicada wings, which accurately stung the distant moon.

"Chu... why is it you!"

Chu Yunshen... After the last time Bujia Village said goodbye, Yaoyue never saw him again. She had also quietly searched for him many times, but he seemed to hide from her and did not want to be found by him. I didn't expect to meet you in this sea of fire now!

"Where are you going? Chu Yunshen!"

No matter what the distant moon called, Chu Yunshen did not look back. He just ran forward, as if he had never run so hard in his life.

Because it's too late.