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When Feng Qian heard Lord Jian’s confirmation, he screamed: “Captain!”

I was so angry that I fainted with heartache.

Feng Dao's body was also shaking, and he turned around and knelt down: "Master Jian... Save my brother! He is a hero! He shouldn't be lying like this! He shouldn't be!"

Feng Dao's voice was hoarse.

Speaking of the last few words, my throat felt like it was filled with gravel. Every word I said seemed to smell bloody.

"Those mainland scum who kill thousands of swords!"

Feng Dao cursed angrily with extreme anger, and tears finally rolled down!

"My brother... is so miserable..."

Ning Xuejian sighed softly: "He is so in this way, he cannot be treated at all. He must take it back to the headquarters to be able to treat it well... Maybe... maybe... there is hope."

Seeing Fang Che in front of him, even Rui Qianshan and Yutianqi were not sure: Can this still be saved?

No wonder Jueming Flying Knife left so happily. Because he worked hard for more than half a year, he could only achieve this. It is no longer possible for a person's power to truly wake up.

It must be the only place where all resources are gathered in the Orthodox Headquarters of Shenjing, the Guardian Kanko City!

The Death Flying Knife tried his best, but he couldn't restore him.

After seeing Fang Che's real injury, the two completely understood this.

No wonder he still chose to hand over his wife so resentful.

"In this case, the Flying Knife still did not take the initiative to ask for help. He kept thinking that he would cure Fang Che and then take him away... His disappointment with the Guardian was already..."

Yutianqi sighed long: "It can be seen that if he has a little solution, he will not hand over people to us. He is really disheartened."

"That's certain."

Rui Qianshan sighed: "If we encounter such a thing ourselves, we may not be much better than him."

He took out a bottle of spiritual liquid and carefully poured it into Fang Che's mouth. However, half of it leaked out from the transparent hole next to it.

The two almost burst into tears again.

"We must go back to the headquarters immediately!"

Yutian Flag Road.

"good."

Rui Qianshan didn't dare to touch Fang Che's body, for fear that he would break it with just a touch.

Even the entire bed was lifted up and put into his own field carefully.

Then he hurried out with Yutianqi, soared into the sky, and went back like a spark who tore up the space.

Feng Dao woke Feng Qian up, Feng Qian burst into tears and fainted several times: "Captain... It's so miserable!"

Feng Dao sighed sadly.

A group of Feng family masters looked at this simple bamboo hut and looked at every trace of life, and were all depressed.

Then everyone investigated nearby, and the things the old god did here were investigated clearly and everything was fine.

The more you check the more things, the more you check the more traces you check, the more you feel...

It's really incredible.

...

Sun Wutian recovered his true colors, wearing thick roe clothes, carrying his hands on his back, and slowly walked in a deep mountain.

Maybe there was a passing pass here.

But now, it has been completely covered by weeds and shrubs.

There is no sign of human beings ever existed.

The towering ancient trees blocked the sky, making the mountains and forests look dim and the sky is almost invisible.

Fortunately, it is winter, many trees have no leaves, and the sunlight can penetrate. The dense branches fall on the ground, shining with golden brilliance among the dead grass.

Sun Wutian walked step by step along the road without road.

He seemed very familiar with this territory.

If anyone from that year saw it, he would be surprised to find that although he was walking in the desolation, every step was on the path that once existed.

All the way to a low slope.

Sun Wutian raised his hand and the weeds and trees on the low slope were immediately cleared out, revealing a mound of soil.

In front, there is a huge stone lying across.

There are two vague words engraved on it: Flying Knife!

This place is actually the tomb of the Flying Knife.

Sun Wutian looked at it carefully for a while.

He sighed softly, took out a piece of cloth in front of the grave and spread it on the ground, then took out a plate of side dishes, and took out two pots of wine. He sat cross-legged and sat in front of the stone tablet.

Take out three large bowls and put them on them with wine.

Then I poured myself a bowl.

While busy, he lowered his head and said lightly: "Old friend, I'm here to see you. I haven't come for so many years... I don't know why today, I just want to come to talk to you."

"I can't even understand this kind of thinking. I'll kill you with my own hands. What will I do to see you? But I still came by a traitor."

"Maybe it's very proud, or maybe it's a little missed... Otherwise, I'd say that people will be nostalgic when they get old."

"But I, Sun Wutian, killed so many people in my life, and there are only two people who can let me see it. One is the only one in the Only Orthodox Church, and the other is you. The Guardian and Only Orthodox Church have one."

"I didn't want to see you, but I always feel that you are more comfortable than me... He just feels that even if you die, you can still show off. I clearly live well, but I can't show off... Do you think you guys can't hide it back then? Do you have to let me meet you accidentally?"

The cold wind whistled by.

The old devil's pale hair danced in the wind.

He took out a lot of paper money and gathered a small fire in front of him.

Throw paper money into it one by one, never throw it away too much. One piece is about to burn it, and then throw it into the next one, and this will continue.

The flames are always small, but they are always burning.

The aura is shrouded in the fire, and the flames are always stable.

"Today I will give you some money to spend money, and by the way, I will tell you a few things..."

The old devil raised the wine bowl, toasted to the grave, and said, "Do you like to drink?"

So I drank a sip of wine, put down the wine bowl, and started to burn paper money.

"Killing you, killing your whole family, killing so many people here... is the last thing I, Sun Wutian, regretted in this life."

The old devil said sadly: "You definitely don't believe it?" Sun Wutian, who killed so many people in his life, will still regret it and feel guilty, right? But I told you that after I killed you, I regretted it at that time... I said really, don't believe it... I swear to you."

"I don't dare to come here for so many years, do you understand?"

"But today, I finally came. Because of this... I feel very proud of it."

Sun Wutian smiled and threw in a piece of paper money. He watched the paper money curled up and burned in the flames. He felt the heat of the flames. He picked up the wine bowl and took another sip.

He wiped his mouth and said, "You kid may not know that your reputation is greater than when you were alive. It is so powerful that it shocks the world and shocks the city of Krassia."

"And I have found a successor for you and gave him your death-death flying knife. Let's not talk about which side it is, you don't care about this, right?"

Sun Wutian felt a little guilty, and seemed to feel that the Jue Ming Flying Knife was sitting opposite him, looking at him with cold eyes. He seemed to be saying: You gave my Flying Knife a demon, but you actually have the face to ask me for a successor?

Sun Wutian was a little embarrassed, coughed twice, poured three bowls of wine opposite him to the ground, and said, "You drink this wine first and then talk."

Then I burned more than a dozen pieces of paper money in a row: "Give you more money and take it to spend it."

"I tell you, if you die, I will give you money. When I die... I guess I will be a pauper beggar... I'm content with you."

"I found a successor for you, but my Hentian Sword descendant. I divided half of my own successor to you... Don't be dissatisfied, ah, do you know? I haven't been so generous to others."

"Grandma, I should kill you very much. You help the guardian, I am the only one of my orthodox people. It is natural for me to kill you. You are still unwilling to accept it... I will have three more bowls of wine, and you will do it for me."

"His name is Fang Che. In the Orthodox Church, he is called Night Demon."

While handing the paper money, Sun Wutian whispered: "But don't worry, I am the only one who is the orthodox school... It may not be possible. In the future, if you are lucky, you may be the guardian for the rest of your life..."

"The boy is very good. He is now practicing flying knives. In a few years, your two brushes will be inferior to others."

"Damn, why did I kill you?"

"Flying knife, you really don't know. I really regret it. Not only did I regret killing you, but I regret most of what I did in this life... Male Gobi, do you know that I was once a hero... Grass! Is he really a grass?"

Sun Wutian was excited and said his situation in detail. There were even many things that Dongfang Sansan and Yan Nan didn't know. Finally, he sighed: "I only realized that I had taken the wrong path after living for a lifetime. Damn, how could you be better than me if you were you?"

"The more blood stained this knife, the harder it is to look back."

"So I really envy you back then, when you came out to do a few things and ran away when you needed you. No one knew you, and just lived your own life... Tsk tsk, it was so comfortable. When would I be able to live such a life, I wouldn't change it to a god."

"I came here today and I specially brought you some more money to make up for the time I didn't come a few years ago."

Sun Wutian took out paper money one by one, as if it was endless in his ring: "This is all paper money from the Guardian side, not from the Orthodox side, you can take it with confidence and spend it. I paid all the money."

The fire is getting bigger and bigger.

The old devil is drinking faster and faster.

"You are so fucked and lying here. I envy you. Do you understand? Fuck it! God, this god!"

Sun Wutian became angry, with a hideous face, and raised the jar of wine to drink it wildly.

A whole jar of fifty kilograms of wine was drunk in one breath.

Then he threw the wine jar aside in anger, remained silent, and after a long sigh, "...ah!!"

"If you have a lot of money, just spend it. If you have spirits in the sky and have time, go and see your flying knife."
Chapter completed!