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The small room was pitch black, and the little boy was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his chest rising and falling very regularly.
His movements at this moment are almost exactly the same as those of a martial artist when he meditates, but there is no flow of heaven and earth true energy in his breathing.
To put it bluntly, it's just sitting.
"Squeak~"
Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open.
The little boy opened his eyes in a panic, as if he had been caught for doing something terribly wrong.
But when he saw who it was, his expression slowly relaxed again.
"Well, it's me."
Zhang San turned around and closed the door with a complicated expression, and slowly sat down beside the little boy.
He had been secretly observing Wang Ran for several months, so he naturally knew that the latter really wanted to practice martial arts.
But Li Suyue has been very opposed to this, so he can't say much.
"You're not sleeping yet. If your mother finds out, she will definitely scold you."
Stretching out his hand to touch Wang Ran's head, Zhang San smiled and said, "Go to sleep."
"..."
Wang Ran nodded obediently, got into the quilt, only showing a pair of big eyes, watching Zhang San get up and walk to the door.
Then, the figure in sight suddenly stopped, turned around and asked:
"However, why do you want to practice martial arts?"
"!!!"
A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, Wang Ran quickly got up, excitedly "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" to write on.
This ink pen was invented by Wei Changtian when he had nothing to do. The refill is an ink block. Although it is not as easy to use as the pencil in the previous life, it is no problem for simple writing.
"Shhhhh!"
Soon, Wang Ran wrote a line of words, and held the rice paper in front of Zhang San with a full face of anticipation.
"Okay, let me see..."
Zhang San looked at the line of small characters with a smile, and then suddenly froze.
He originally thought that the reason why a child of this age wanted to practice martial arts was nothing more than "chivalry and righteousness".
Unexpectedly...
"Come on, let's ask your mother if she agrees."
......
Dafeng, West Desert Gobi.
The sound of gnats follows the yellow sand, and the fireflies fall thousands of miles away.
The moon was bright and the night wind was still there, as if the fierce fight just now had never happened.
After Lao Zhangtou and Agou used escape techniques to escape, the remaining bodyguards had no need to fight to the death at all, and they all looked for opportunities to get away and leave.
And the group of masked people also dispersed to track down the traces of Lao Zhangtou and Agou.
Therefore, at this moment, there is only Wang Gan left in this huge Gobi.
Blood kept pouring out from his chest, soaking the loess beneath his body.
An ordinary person with this kind of injury would have died long ago.
Even though Wang Gan was a third-rank martial artist, he knew that he didn't have much left to live.
It is rare for a dart walker to have a good end, Wang Gan has long understood this truth.
So at the last moment of his life, he didn't have any regrets or unwillingness.
It's just that I miss the two people who are tens of thousands of miles away.
They should be doing well.
Originally, I thought I would beg Mr. Wei again when I had a chance in the future, so that I could take another look at what Ran'er looked like when he grew up.
pity……
"Bah!"
Not far away, the old horse pulling the cart suddenly raised its head and let out a long neigh.
Wang Gan struggled to put his hand into his bosom, and slowly fumbled for an ink pen that was stained red with blood.
This pen is a novelty that he came across by chance after he came to Dafeng.
At that time, he just thought that it would be a lot more convenient to have such a pen because he couldn't speak, so he subconsciously bought it.
It wasn't until after he bought it that he realized that he might not have the chance to give this pen to his son.
And now, there is really no chance.
"..."
Trembling, he raised the ink pen to his eyes, and his vision slowly became blurred.
"However, you and your mother should have a good time..."
"Father, let's go..."
"Clap."
The generous palm hangs down weakly, and the ink pen rolls and falls in the pool of blood, as if writing the last words of a father.
......
Shuzhou City.
When Li Suyue saw the line of small characters written by Wang Ran, tears welled up in her eyes instantly.
She held back her tears and gently touched Wang Ran's head.
"However, mother promises you..."
"..."
Hearing these words, Wang Ran was taken aback for a moment, and then the happiest smile appeared on his face.
Excitedly, he ran around the room twice, and then held Zhang San's clothes tightly, while his other hand kept gesticulating in the air.
Zhang San smiled and asked: "However, do you want to start practicing now?"
"!!!"
"Okay, then let's start now."
Glancing at Li Suyue, Zhang San didn't say much, and walked out of the room with Wang Ran.
The moonlight fell through the window, and the room became quiet again.
Clutching the rice paper tightly in her hands, Li Suyue couldn't hold back the tears from the corners of her eyes, and suddenly bent down on the table and cried bitterly.
Tears wet the small words, smudged the ink, and melted into the sudden surge of thoughts as a man.
"..."
"However, when Dad comes back this time, I will teach you martial arts!"
"!!!"
"Hahaha, okay, then you should obediently listen to your mother when you are at home..."
"..."
The handwriting became more and more blurred, just like everything blurred by time.
But no matter what it is, it will never blur the promise of a father.
"Daddy promised me."
Chapter 316
"boom!!!"
"who is it?!!"
"Wei, Mr. Wei?!"
"Long days!"
"Changtian, you..."
"..."
The chaotic scene in front of him began to distort, and Qin Zhengqiu's hasty shouts in his ears gradually became indistinct.
When Wei Changtian broke through the window and shot straight at the young man, his eyes inevitably met the latter's.
Although Chu Xianping had reminded him not to look at Yan Luo, but Wei Changtian had already identified this person as Bai Youheng, so he didn't pay attention to this.
And it was this negligence that caused him to fall into an unbearable illusion immediately after rushing into the house.
This is the ability of Yan Luo's eye-the heart demon.
"Wow!"
Like a montage transition in a movie.
Broken wooden windows, crooked tables and chairs, Qin Zhengqiu with an anxious face, a young man with a calm face...all of them gradually faded out of sight, leaving only endless darkness around.
This is an extremely depressing black, but it is not empty.
"grandfather......"
A well-behaved little girl suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She timidly pulled the hem of the old man's clothes, raised her head and asked softly:
"What did I do wrong? Why did I die?"
"Why did Brother Xiao kill me?"
"Grandpa, why..."
"!!!"
In an instant, Wei Changtian's eyes widened suddenly, and his breathing became extremely rapid.
Of course he recognized the little girl, and also the old man beside her.
Because on the Double Ninth Festival more than half a year ago, it was he who sent these two people into that carriage, which caused them to be accidentally killed by Xiao Feng, and they both died at the foot of Yumao Mountain.
"You, you..."
Like a fish stuck in the throat, and like a fish out of water.
Wei Changtian opened his mouth wide in horror, but he couldn't say a word.
On the opposite side, there was blood slowly gushing out from the little girl and the old man, and then more and more, more and more red.
The dazzling bright red made the little girl's expression a bit hideous, and large pieces of flesh fell from her thin body.
In fact, if Wei Changtian saw this scene normally, maybe Wei Changtian wouldn't be so frightened.
But at this moment, all the negative emotions in his heart have been magnified dozens of times, so he just wants to turn around and run away.
But no matter how hard he tried, his whole body seemed to be imprisoned by some kind of force, not to mention escaping, he couldn't even close his eyes.
So, he could only watch the little girl drenched in flesh and blood walk up to him step by step, and then questioned himself with a touch of sadness.
"Big brother, do you know why I died?"
"..."
"no no!!!"
The trembling from the soul went straight to his mind, Wei Changtian kept trembling and roaring, the roar tore apart the figures of the little girl and the old man, turned into little blood lights and merged into the darkness again.
But before Wei Changtian's roar stopped, another figure with white hair and beard came out of nothingness.
It is Liu Yuanshan.