I'm sorry, I, Daoyu Gaoyue, am a scumbag.

Purgatory Zhenshou's eyes narrowed and rolled sideways in an instant.

Click!

The floor instantly cracked and was directly trampled through by Zhu Yue's right foot. However, Zhu Yue's right leg sank deeply into the floor and he was unable to break free for a while.

But the old owl quickly provided help. Zhen Shoulang's eyes were bloodshot, with a cyclone emerging from his mouth. He lay on the floor and kicked Zhu Yue's abdomen hard with his feet.

This upward kick using the breathing method directly caused Zhuo Yue to hit the ceiling of the mansion.

Purgatory Zhenjulang took this opportunity to stand up and looked up at the hole in the ceiling above. While he was on full alert, cold sweat slowly appeared on his forehead.

The next moment, there was a sound of thunder.

The old owl's pupils shrank again, and he immediately turned around and punched Yue Yue who had appeared behind him.

But Zhuo Yue suddenly grabbed the fist thrown by the old owl with both hands, and then turned over and threw Purgatory Zhenshou Lang's whole body away. With a loud noise, another wooden wall collapsed.

A relatively luxurious mansion was mostly destroyed by the fight between the two. Before the old owl could get up from the mess, Zhuo Yue stepped forward again, faced the old owl's face, raised his fist high, and smashed it hard again. Down.

boom! boom! boom!

The collision of fists and faces sounded one after another. The old owl seemed to have been really emptied of alcohol. At this time, he didn't have much strength to resist, so he had to be punched in the face one after another.

Several other people in the courtyard finally stepped into the messy room. Looking at the fists that kept falling and the blood splattering, they all said to stop, "Mr. Dao Yu! Please stop!"

"Don't fight again!"

"I'm sorry! Father, he became like this because of the blow! Please stop!"

Different voices sounded after him, and Zhuo Yue stood up slowly, blood dripping from both fists, but none of it was his own.

Zhu Yue looked at his ex, Yan Zhu, who was lying on the ground with confused eyes, bleeding from the corners of his mouth and nose, and took a deep breath.

What a pleasure~

However, this senior was really drained by alcohol. He should obviously be stronger.

Not fun enough.

pity.

He ignored the other people around him and looked aside, "How?"

The woman wearing a white kimono with a gradient blue hem was standing aside, her crimson eyes looking at the old owl lying on the ground and the corners of her mouth twitching.

It doesn't have to be so cruel.

However, she still bowed slightly, "Thank you very much, but there are some things I would like you to pass on to me..."

"Words?"

Zhuo Yue picked up a sharp wooden thorn and suddenly stabbed his arm hard, "You can tell me personally, I still really want to watch this flame that is about to go out, rekindle."

This scene shocked everyone present, leaving them all stunned on the spot.

However, Zhuo Yue ignored them. The wound on his arm was healing. However, Zhuo Yue's eyes turned blue and he stretched his arm forward. A pool of blood fell on Zhen Shoulang's face, but some of it also flowed into his mouth.

These owls are old enough to see the souls of the deceased.

Then he looked at the two very confused owls, two small butterflies, and a small snake behind him, and waved his hand, "I'm sorry, I have been asked to go ahead."

So Tabu disappeared into the room instantly.

I will definitely be embarrassed to stay here after beating my father.

The big owl was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stepped forward to help his father up.

Hudie Kanae also stepped forward, "Are there any medical supplies? We can help!"

"Please wait!"

The little owl hurried to another room.

But when Qian Juro returned to the room with the medical kit in his arms, he found that everyone was standing in the room blankly, looking at the old owl.

And Purgatory Zhen Shoulang also woke up at this time, and there were not many injuries on his face.

But there seemed to be something wrong with Dad’s spirit.

At this moment, he stood there blankly, his eyes staring blankly ahead, "Ruhui, Ruhui... is it you, Ruhui..."

"I am Purgatory Rinhuo."

The figure that haunted the dream was standing in front of him, "So, who are you?"

"I am Zhen Shoulang!"

"Purgatory Zhenshou Lang?"

Rinhuo snorted coldly, "My husband, Purgatory Zhenjuro, is the contemporary Flame Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, the contemporary head of the Purgatory family, the keeper of the Book of Flame, a man as passionate as fire, and a man who is upright and indomitable. Helping weak heroes, then let me ask you, who are you?"

The old owl paused in his words, "I...I'm just a loser...a loser who can't even save his wife..."

"Isn't that the only reason why you have become depressed and fallen like this?"

"..."

"Zhen Shoulang, I don't need you to save..."

Purgatory Rinhuo's voice suddenly became gentle, and he slowly stepped forward, stretched out his soul-made hand to touch the stubble-covered face, "Zhen Shoulang, why do you think I married you? Do you want to spend your life carefree like a so-called rich wife?"

"Of course not. I was attracted by the big boy who was passionate, fiery, never gave up, and always had a heroic face."

At some point, the old owl's eyes were filled with tears.

And Purgatory Rinhuo continued, "As for the word useless, it is even more ridiculous."

"I know you because you saw the legendary Sun Breath user in the Book of Flames."

"It's really amazing. The ancestor who once almost killed an evil demon, even the five basic breathing techniques now are just an extension of the Breath of the Sun. Compared with it, the entire Demon Slayer Squad is just like a joke."

"But so what, the Breath of the Sun has been eliminated from history after all. The current Demon Slayer Corps is also supported by people like us."

"And the Purgatory family is still prospering to this day, and flame pillars appear in every generation of the Demon Slayer Corps. Why do you think it's because of that?"

"Look at our son, Anjuro."

"Even before the end of my life, I taught him to be strong, to help the weak, and to become a person like you."

"And yours? Zhen Shoulang."

"At least you have to set a good example."

"Although my life is over, I will always be by your side."

"The behavior of the young man just now was also requested by me. Although it is incredible to be able to see the soul..."

"But Zhen Shoulang, my husband, don't stay depressed like this."

"Set a good example to the children and future generations, and become my pride again..."

At the end of his words, as his spiritual power was exhausted, Purgatory Rinhuo smiled at the old owl with tears on his face and disappeared into the air.

The two little owls also opened their eyes wide, watching this strange scene in the room.

Although I don’t know what happened, I have already noticed it.

The flames seem to be reigniting...