Chapter 55 Blood and Tears

Fan Jian stood quietly beside him, even on such a mature face, but also full of sadness and wet eyes. Cangshan Pavilion, Xuanji Pavilion, he knows what kind of existence it is. And Qifu, he also knows what kind of existence it is.

People's lives are like grass mustard, and the world is in chaos. Heaven is fair, but it's just a joke between the superiors!

"Jianyuan, after the courtyard over there, there should be a car." Yin Yifan did not let go of Qi Qin, but said lightly.

"Board?" Fan Jian was stunned first, and then knew what was going on. Without saying a word, he ran out quickly. Before long, he pushed a large car and ran back in a hurry.

The next time, Yin Yifan also sat on the trolley, and beside him lay the deceased Qi Qin family. Slowly looking up in the direction deep in Qi's house, there was a trace of worry in his eyes, and he muttered, "Wan, hide in such a dangerous place, be careful!"

At this time, he must go to a place where there are people who raised him.

After such a sudden, although Yin Yifan's spirit has suffered a great blow, his body has also been cheered up a lot. Relying on the cart and silently pointing the way, Fan Jian soon found the direction and pushed the cart under a high wall in the third courtyard of Qifu.

The turbulous fire reflected the faces of Yin Yifan and Fan Jian, and also illuminated the eyes of the two. A burning smell mixed with blood, hovering in mid-air and not dissipating for a long time. The dim moonlight, mixed with drizzle, fell into this miserable land.

Yin Yifan did not shed tears, but calmly looked at the fiery courtyard in front of him. Crackling, there was a sound of collapse from time to time, mixed with the broken sound of something.

Two young men in black sat opposite the narrow courtyard door and stretched out their hands lazily, obviously a little tired. Looking closely at the fluctuation of power on the two people, we can find that they all have dual strength, which is the second person dispatched by the Fan family's destruction of Qifu. Two bloody long knives stood diagonally on the wall, with a faint moonlight, shining a fascinating bloodlight.

"What do you think the master wants us to find? What is the son of God?" The slightly thin young man drank a sip of wine on his back, and his face stimulated by alcohol couldn't help wrinkled. He opened his mouth and asked casually, and threw the small wine jug in his hand to the slightly fat young man opposite him.

"Son of God? God knows what bullshit it is. We don't have to talk too much. If you want to find it, just look for it. If you can be lazy, you can be lazy. The slightly fat young man shook the wine pot and drank a sip of wine greedily. Haas also wrinkled his face, and then answered indifferently.

"Hum! That's right. The two immortals just now are really motherly difficult to deal with. It's said to find something, as for that?" The slightly thin young man raised the corners of his mouth with a face of disdain and hatred.

The slightly fat young man took a sip of wine again, grinned and laughed, "Haha..."

Don't move the king's seal!

"Boom!"

At the peaceful and narrow courtyard gate, two young men talked and laughed and raised their heads. Suddenly, it was as if the sky collapsed, and only a roar was heard. Before the two young men in black reacted, they felt that their bodies were suddenly hit by a huge force, squeezed, and immediately turned into two piles of meat mud, together with the ground around them, sinking into the ground three points, stirring up a piece of dust.

not far away, the teenager on the cart stood sway. The chest is violently undulating with hatred. Under the long hair, the face is ferocious and twisted. I don't see the beauty of the past at all. A pair of narrow eyes, like blood color, surging darkly. With a bang, a mouthful of ice and blood splashed at the exit, but still stood.

" hiss..."

Fan Jian took a breath of cold air and was stunned, and his eyes were full of incredible shock. He saw with his own eyes that he was still immortal and stood up in an instant and struggled for a moment. The power and cold current that should have been exhausted in his body were forced out by him at that moment. By thunderous means, the two lives in front of him were patted into two piles of meat mud.

"Dad, mother!"

Yin Yifan didn't seem to be injured at all, or recovered some physical strength in that short time. He jumped off the car and fell to the ground first. Then he quickly got up and rushed to the gate of the courtyard. Holding the hospital wall with one hand, leaning against the body, his face was pale, gasping and gasping deeply. A pair of eyes looked into the courtyard and suddenly settled down.

The hand that was originally held on the wall of the courtyard jumped and turned into a claw, as if it wanted to buckle a piece of skin from the courtyard wall. Helplessly, blood kept flowing out of the ten fingers and dyed a gray wall red.

The next moment, the teenager knelt down!

When I was a child, in the face of the bullying of Fan Qing and others, I never begged for mercy.

Growing up, facing the young master of Mingmen, the master of Wuyuanjing, life and death, have never knelt down!

On the execution hall, the city lord Yan Cheng opened his eyes angrily and never knelt down!

In the Fan family, he lived humbly and never knelt down!

At this time, under the cold night wind, the ice and rain in front of him floated on the two old men who fell to the ground, and he bent down his proud bones that had never been broken.

Dark blue hair, weakly drooping. The young face, the scarred forehead, couldn't stop slaming on the bluestone floor, and one hand was still scratching the floor endlessly.

Blood, accompanied by tears, merges into a sad picture juice, depicting a sad and beautiful picture scroll on the dirty ground.

In a short time, his body turned over and fell to the ground, revealing a face full of blood. Completely fainted.

I don't know how long it took, Yin Yifan was still awakened by the bumps. There were three people on the car together, but they could no longer wake up. Yin Yifan stubbornly did not open his eyes, but tears of sadness could not stop oozing out.

"Yin Yifan!" Fan Jian had been observing Yin Yifan. Although he did not open his eyes, his eyebrows trembled slightly, and he called weakly.

"Where is this?" He still opened his eyes and saw this, which he did not miss the world.

"I escaped. No one found us." Fan Jian told softly, but he was not impetuous.

Yin Yifan nodded silently, didn't say anything, and turned his body over with difficulty. But at this time, he saw that the young woman's body next to her seemed to have been touched and moved. Yin Yifan was stunned and sat up straight. His pale face was full of fear. He shouted, "Woman!"

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