"Whoever takes one step forward, I will kill him."
The severe pain made Fan's strength involuntarily increase, and the sharp thorns of the Silent Ripper kept cutting Tianci's neck.
Fan's indifference caused all the Bai family soldiers to stop moving forward, even Bai Fenglie had to stop his posture.
"Stop, stop."
Tianci swallowed nervously, "You won't get any benefits from killing me.
We can talk."
"Shut up."
Fan's left hand gently pulled, and a wound that was an inch long immediately opened on Tianci's neck.
"Let's go!"
Van roared immediately, shouting at Art and Angelil at the same time.
Art looked at the pained Fan with extremely complicated eyes.
Although he was reluctant to admit it, this was the second time that Fan saved his life.
"Let's go!"
Looking at Art who was standing there hesitating, Fan couldn't help but yell eagerly.
His bulging chest inevitably collided with the broken ribs, and he immediately spat out a pool of pus and blood.
The smelly pus and blood covered the side of Tianci's face, and the red blood covered his uncertain eyes.
Art finally stopped insisting, and from every aspect, he had no reason to insist.
So he glanced at Fan for the last time, clutched his chest and walked step by step towards the battered chariot.
"Stop."
Fan gasped and stopped Bai Fenglie who was about to move forward.
Bai Fenglie kept tightening his fists, and strong anger was burning in his body.
He could never let Art leave, or let anyone leave, because this was a big plan for the future of the Bai family.
But Tianci's life and death are also in his hands, if he chooses the family.
Then Tianci's fate will move towards the unknown, and the difficult decision that Brahma encountered just now will be played out again in this way.
The roaring engine of the chariot finally sounded.
Art left without any further hesitation.
Bai Fenglie was still hesitating.
"Angelil" Fan asked breathlessly, but did not dare to turn around easily.
He must ensure that he is always facing Bai Fengli.
His call did not receive any response, as if it was lost in the sea.
"Angelil" Fan couldn't help but ask again.
"Don't ask, she's already dead."
Bai Fenglie took a breath and snorted coldly, his eyes looking indifferently at Angelil who was facing the sky, motionless.
It was like a thunderous explosion, so that Fan's grip on the sword began to slow down.
"What?"
Fan's expression suddenly became dull, "I don't believe it," he yelled, shouting Angelil's name loudly again.
And he dragged Bai Tianci's body back step by step.
The news brought by Bai Fenglie kept echoing in his mind.
He didn't want to admit it, and he didn't want to admit it at all.
But until this moment, he still didn't get any response from Angelil, and his heart sank little by little, like a boat swallowed by strong winds and waves.
With a dull and pale face filled with intense pain that could not be wiped away, Fan laughed miserably, like the most miserable sigh in the world.
If he chose Art, he would have to give up Angelil.
This is his choice and he must take responsibility for it.
He should have made all preparations to face such an ending, but when this terrible news really appeared in front of his eyes.
Only then did he realize that he had been holding on to luck and deceiving himself.
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"The person you trusted has abandoned you."
Tianci's words were like a sharp blade, constantly cutting into Fan's heart.
"He would rather save an unknown Angel of Death than save you."
"He has been using you."
Every sentence before these was constantly stirring the vortex of torture in his world as deep as the stormy waves.
"That's not the case."
Fan whispered hoarsely, and he wanted to explain all this.
But this opportunity was lost forever.
His pupils were full of sadness and something no one had ever seen before.
Something called regret.
"What are you waiting for?"
Bai Fenglie's angry roar seemed to be real, making Fan, who was on guard, suddenly trembled all over.
Tianci's brutal elbow strikes simultaneously hit Fan's chest like lightning.
Those broken ribs finally pierced Fan's lungs completely, and the blood poured down like a heavy rain, soaking Tianci's entire body.
It was as if a chariot had hit Fan, and his entire chest was sinking in an extremely unnatural way.
The face is like gold paper and the shape is like rotten wood.
Bai Tianzhi defeated the enemy with one blow and immediately opened the distance between the two.
His neck was still bleeding uncontrollably.
After the disaster, he just wanted to stay away from the guy who could not be killed no matter what.
Seeing this, Bai Fenglie's expression became even more dull and angry.
"You trash," he finally couldn't help scolding, "I think it's hard for you to hold the position of patriarch.
From today on, the position of patriarch will no longer be with you."
After Bai Fenglie said that, he jumped out and punched like a flying star in the sky without reservation.
The momentum of the furious wind was packed with the power of the sea, and without any hesitation, he struck at the swaying and withered Brahma like a rotten tree.
Bai Fenglie's roar could still be heard in his ears.
Of course, Bai Fengci's complexion didn't look any better.
It could even be described as livid.
Bai Fenglie's character had always been the same.
It was difficult for anyone to make him change whatever he decided, so he said that Bai Fengci would do it.
If he can't become a clan leader, then he just can't be a clan leader.
Therefore, Tianci, who had been making preparations and paving the way for his future, was so easily denied by others.
How could he feel better?
Bai Fenglie's punch aside, Bai Fenglie's punch was about to hit Fan's body, and the wind of the punch hit him with a sonic boom.
If the punch hit the real spot, it would be enough to break the alloy, not to mention the fragile human tissue. .
Facing this powerful punch, Fan Na's numb eyes revealed a little exhaustion.
His whole life was spent in endless battles, trials, missions, escape, and survival.
All his life trajectories have been immersed in the blood of battle all the time.
His blood, the blood of his enemies, and the blood of his companions.
If memory has color, then besides the color of blood, he can't think of any other possibility to describe Van's memory.
Fatigue filled every part of his body.
Before he could even experience the joy of Art's resurrection from the dead, he had to bear the unspeakable pain of Angelil's death.
What do people live for?
In the past, Fan thought more about himself, but from now on, he realized that people may never live alone.
Those beautiful or painful bonds can no longer be separated from the person's body from the moment they possess it.
No matter how coldly Fan looked at everything, his heart was always longing for that trace of warmth and that trace of connection.
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People always have an epiphany about earthly matters at the moment of life and death.
Fan finally regretted his past indifference and stubbornness.
Some things can no longer be undone after it is too late, and the things that have passed away will eventually drift away with the wind.
But, better late than never.
"I won't let you catch up with Art."
Fan murmured softly, as if he was sighing leisurely into the air.
"My future must be hell, so you will accompany me to the underworld."
Black light, dots of black light, silence, silence.
Black light, Don Juan is bright, blazing, and dead. tremble, spin, wave, pump The moment of brilliance released at the last moment of life is like a newborn silkworm chrysalis abandoning the body that once protected it.
Perhaps this is not the end, but just the beginning of new life.
People always have to give up completely before they can recognize the beauty they once had. now.
The darkness faded away, and the silence erupted
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