Empress: My Husband Killed The Immortal Emperor After 10 Years Of Seclusion

Ye Fan wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only wait silently in a guilty mood.

As time passed, the sound of fighting outside continued, and there was even a sound of fighting outside the courtyard.

But over time.

The cries of killing gradually faded away, as did the sound of horses and swords.

Soon after, the crying sounded, it was the heart-piercing cry of a woman.

Such a voice made Ye Fan and the second senior brother feel faintly that the battle might have stopped.

Ye Fan couldn't help but ask: The battle should be over, let's go out.

No, you wait here, I'll go out to see first, make sure it's safe outside, and then take you out.

The second brother blocked Ye Fan, and after exhorting a bunch of words, he carefully pushed away the big stone crushed by the stone, and slowly climbed out.

Then, the second senior brother never came back.

Ye Fan waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the second senior brother, and he was in a hurry.

With the last bite of his teeth, Ye Fan pushed away the big rock and climbed out cautiously.

After crawling out from under the rock.

Ye Fan found that the small courtyard he was in had no signs of being looted, and everything was well preserved, which made Ye Fan's worried mood calm down a little.

He walked to the courtyard gate, looked out through the crack of the door, and saw a big beach of red blood at a glance.

Next to the blood is a corpse, and next to it is a spear-like weapon.

The corpse looked like an ordinary person, but he wore a yellow scarf on top of his head, which also represented his identity as a yellow scarf thief.

On the other side, three meters away, an old woman was crying, lying in front of an old man's body, crying continuously.

The two young men also wiped their tears and carefully carried the corpse into the opposite yard.

Seeing this scene and watching the villagers survive, Ye Fan felt that the situation was not as bad as he imagined.

With a hint of hope.

Ye Fan walked out of the small courtyard and looked at the street in the distance.

Then there were large tracts of blood, and several corpses of the Yellow Turban Pirates fell into the pool of blood.

Ye Fan hurriedly ran towards Zhenzikou, which was the main battlefield, and the big brother must have gone there.

At this moment.

The two injured townspeople limped over, and when they saw the logo of the Tekken Martial Arts Hall on Ye Fan's clothes, they were slightly stunned.

You... are you from the Tekken Martial Arts Academy? the townspeople asked.

Yes, have you seen my senior brother? How is he? Ye Fan asked hurriedly.

He He...

When the two townspeople said this, they suddenly fell silent.

They took a deep look at Ye Fan and continued to walk away with a staggering pace.

This approach made the atmosphere at the scene a bit heavier.

A bad premonition rose in Ye Fan's heart, he hurried forward, and soon saw two women again.

Two women were picking up bows and arrows on the ground, and one of them was a broken black gold bow that was the most eye-catching.

The Xuanjin strong bow is very strong and rarely damaged, but this strong bow has been broken, and a large number of knife marks appear on the strong bow, which proves that this strong bow has been attacked many times.

After the two women saw Ye Fan, they also saw the logo of the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall on Ye Fan's chest, and couldn't help asking.

Are you from the Tekken Martial Arts Academy?

Yes, have you seen my senior brother? Ye Fan hurriedly asked.

I see, this is his bow, give it to you, and keep it well.

The woman handed the broken black gold bow to Ye Fan and left without looking back.

This kind of practice made Ye Fan feel more and more bad. He knew that something must have happened to the senior brother.

With deep worry, Ye Fan continued to run wildly, encountering more corpses along the way, and many houses collapsed and burned.

But with running,

Li Xuan also saw many townspeople, and their situation was much better than Ye Fan expected.

Although the house is gone, people are still there, but their expressions are very heavy.

With a lot of worry, Ye Fan finally ran to the mouth of the town, saw the corpses everywhere, smelled the strong smell of blood, and also saw the second senior brother kneeling in a pool of blood.

Following the direction where the second senior brother was kneeling, Ye Fan saw that under the setting sun, among the bodies of many yellow hooded thieves, there was a figure standing alone.

It was a figure stained red with blood. He held a sword in the left and a knife in the right. His hair was disheveled and his body stood upright.

His clothes were covered in blood, almost dyed in blood, and even now the blood was ticking.

This figure is none other than their senior brother.

After seeing this figure, Ye Fan hurriedly ran, shouting as he ran, Senior brother, big brother.

Ye Fan's running speed has never been so fast. When he ran to the senior brother, an old man blocked him.

Don't touch him.

Why? This is my senior brother! Ye Fan shouted eagerly.

He's dead! The old man's voice was heavy.

died?

Ye Fan's body shook violently, and the whole person was shaking slightly, unable to believe that the senior brother was dead.

With a feeling of reluctance to believe, Ye Fan hurriedly ran to the senior brother and looked at the senior brother.

It doesn't matter at this sight, Ye Fan's whole person is shocked again.

Because of the location of the big brother's heart, a hole appeared, the bright red heart has been ruptured, and the person has been dead for a long time.

On the senior brother, there are a large number of wounds crisscrossed, and it is impossible to count them.

What moved Ye Fan the most was that the elder brother's eyes were still open, but there was no more light in those eyes, only darkness and silence.

Your senior brother saved our Wujiazhen. He always stood at the forefront to fight against the Yellow Turban thieves. Even if he died in battle, he still maintained a posture of holding a knife.

The old man came over and continued: The number of yellow turban thieves is so large that we can't stop it, if it weren't for your senior brother, we would have been trampled.

Your senior brother blocked the Yellow Turban thieves, and even after his heart was broken, he was still swinging his sword, until your senior brother killed the leader of the Yellow Turban thieves and stood at the forefront like a god of war.

The remaining Yellow Turban thieves were terrified, even if your senior brother was dead, the Yellow Turban thieves still did not dare to charge, but fled like a bereaved dog.

Wu Jiazhen was saved, we lost less than we expected, but... your senior brother will never come back.

The old man's voice was very heavy, and there was a lot of sadness.

Ye Fan listened to the old man's words and looked at the elder brother standing quietly like a god of war. Especially in the dim sunset, the figure of the elder brother was even more stalwart.

At this moment, Ye Fan finally understood what it meant to stand upright.

Ye Fan remembered his mother's advice from a young age that he must stand upright, so wherever Ye Fan went, he stood up straight.

But now he understands that he is not called standing in the sky, only like the senior brother, for the purpose of protection, even if he is dead, he still stands.

But for such an indomitable senior, he even suspected that there was something wrong with the senior, suspecting that the good deeds the senior did was just a show.

Such doubts made Ye Fan feel more guilty, and the person he felt most sorry for was the senior.

Sorry, big brother! I've been suspicious of you, that you're putting on a show, that you're not a good person.

But at my most critical moment, it was you who came out to protect me, and it was you who protected Wujiazhen, and even gave your life.

I, Ye Fan, don't kneel to the sky, I don't kneel to the ground, I only kneel to my parents, but you are qualified to accept my worship.

After Ye Fan finished speaking, he knelt down without hesitation and bowed deeply to the blood clone.