Married and Obedient to the Husband

Just when Yan Mo was full of despair and pain, Yan Suqing, who had been in a passive situation, suddenly made a move. With a bang, the palms of the father and son faced each other, and there was a violent explosion.

In an instant, a big hole was blown out under the feet, and all the onlookers were stabbed by the flying stones and subconsciously closed their eyes, or covered them with their sleeves.

Yanmo's internal strength is strong, after so many years, Qing'er is no match for him no matter how powerful he is, when his palms meet, more blood gushes out from the corner of Qing'er's mouth, and his body is immediately blown away, as if a thread has been broken The kite floated into the distance.

Seeing this, Taiyan rushed over almost subconsciously, trying to catch Yan Suqing who flew out.

And he was fast, someone was faster than him, he caught Yan Suqing almost instantly, without even seeing Jia's face, he disappeared in mid-air with a flash.

Such a fast skill, Tai Yan was completely stunned by this person's lightning-fast skill.

And those martial arts people who shouted to kill Guang Yan Suqing realized that they took their weapons and chased after the man in black who rescued Yan Suqing.

Everyone ran down the mountain to hunt down Yan Suqing, the so-called traitor.

Tai Yan was worried that Yan Suqing wanted to follow, but Yan Mo held him back, "Tai Yan, come and help me."

Yan Mo stood there stiffly, motionless.

Tai Yan came over in surprise, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"I can't walk." Yanmo looked sad, and the bitterness at the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper, almost drowning him in it.

"Master." Tai Yan was shocked, and hurriedly stretched out his arms to support Yan Mo, catching Tai Yan's strength, but Yan Mo couldn't move a step in place, his feet seemed to grow on it, and his whole body was stiff.

The great pain that came from the depths of his heart almost infected Tai Yan, Tai Yan's eyes turned red immediately, and he tremblingly said, "Master, I know you must have a hard time just now, I know you must be very sad. "

Yan Mo didn't say a word, looking at the direction where Qing'er was taken away, almost wanting to see through.

His child said he hated him, yes, he was unable to protect him, and caused him to be persecuted, so he should hate him.

Yanmo was like a log, standing on the spot for a long time, his legs were so stiff that he couldn't move, if Taiyan hadn't supported him, he might have fallen to the ground.

"Dad, Daddy."

At this time, from the other side, Su Yan, Su Lan, and Mo Feifan rushed over quickly.

While crying, Su Lan rushed over to grab Yanmo's hand, "Father, I heard that those martial arts people are going to kill brother, father, please save brother."

Sulan hugged Yanmo and wept bitterly.

Su Yan also burst into tears, "It's my fault, it's my willfulness, that's why I forced my brother to go down the mountain, and I was framed, it's my fault."

Mo Feifei gritted his teeth, raised the weapon in his hand, and said bitterly, "If they dare to touch my brother, I will kill them."

After saying that, without waiting for Yan Mo to open his mouth, he ran straight down the mountain.

"Tai Yan, go and chase Fei Fei back." Yan Mo hastily pulled Tai Yan, so what if Mo Fei Fei went, if he intervened in Yan Suqing's affairs, he would also become a public enemy of martial arts in the future, and he would never be able to stand up .

Tai Yan knew the priority of the matter, so he said yes.

Then he turned his head and ordered Su Yan and Su Lan, "You two take care of Master, I will be back soon."

After Tai Yan explained, he flew after Mo Feifan.

"Father..." Su Yan and Su Lan hugged Yan Mo's arms, crying with tears in their eyes, while Yan Mo stood stiffly, almost losing his senses all over his body.

As if it could turn into a stone at any moment.

"Uncle Lianyue." Yan Suqing saw that the person who saved him was Lianyue, all the grievances and unwillingness instantly turned into tears, and the wronged ones could not be wronged anymore.

He didn't do anything at all, why didn't everyone believe him.

"Hey, don't cry. I'll take you to the territory of the Devil's Cult and see who dares to bully you. It doesn't matter. If you find someone who doesn't like you, you can bring the Devil's Cult people to beat him up. You can also dig up his family's grave."

Ye Wuchang spoke very irresponsibly, and quickly put a ring on Yan Suqing's finger.

"What is this?" Yan Suqing looked at the ring on his finger in surprise.

"The token of the Demon Sect Leader in the past." Ye Wuchang's cloud was calm, but Yan Suqing's eyes widened in surprise, "Why do you give me the things of the Demon Sect Leader, if you don't want it, I don't want it."

As he said that, he was about to take it off desperately, "I'm from Yanjiabao..."

The word "herringbone" didn't come out, and it was stuck in his throat instantly. He has now been expelled from the Yan Family Fort, and he is nothing.

In the face of such intense emotions, Yan Suqing ignored one thing, a very important thing, Lian Yue is the right guardian of the Demon Sect, why does he have the token of the Demon Sect leader.

"You are no longer from the Yanjiabao." Ye Wuchang patted Yan Suqing on the shoulder, "This token was left by our former leader more than ten years ago. You are so strong in martial arts that even the Demon Cult admires you. So why don’t you come to the Devil’s Cult.”

Yan Suqing was silent. After all, he was young and vigorous. He did not betray Yan Jiabao and the Wulin League, but everyone insisted that he was wronged at this time.

So if this is the case, he will really join the Demon Cult and see what they can do. If anyone dares to make him unhappy, he will destroy his whole family.

Thinking viciously, Yan Suqing wiped the tears off his face, "Okay, I'll go to the Devil's Cult."

Ye Wuchang smiled, "Isn't that good?"

"Uncle Lianyue, it would be great if you were my father." Yan Suqing lowered his eyes, looking at the ring on his hand, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

The smile on the corner of Ye Wuchang's mouth froze, and he fell silent for a moment, he was his father.

But he can only help him with the help of other people's appearance, because this child hates him and hates him for killing several elders of the Yan Family Fort.

Alas, there was a silent chant in my heart, and all the bitterness was buried in my heart.

On the back hill of Yanjiabao, there is a small tomb surrounded by wild flowers. The wild flowers are of various colors, red, yellow, white and blue, almost forming a colorful umbrella around this small tomb.

And in front of the small grave, a person sat there alone, holding a small wine jug in his hand.

Yan Mo never drank alcohol, but this time he was sitting in front of Su Lan's grave, drinking gulp after gulp, as if he wanted to evaporate all the pain with the help of wine.

"Lan'er." Slowly and gently stroking the small tombstone with one hand, Yanmo looked miserable, "It's because Daddy is incompetent. Daddy swore to protect your brother and sister, but now Daddy is powerless to let you My elder brother is living outside. Is my father very useless?"

A drop of clear tears fell on the tombstone. Yanmo lowered his head and under the moonlight, he could already see his white hair hidden in the blue silk. Life is in a hurry, but it has to go through such pain and tribulation. will crash.

"I don't blame you." In this bleak night, one person snatched the jug from Yanmo's hand, "You never use wine to soothe your sorrows, and you still drink today."

Yan Mo's expression froze, and he stood up from the ground at once, looked at Ye Wuchang with cold eyes, and said coldly, "Who allowed you to come to Yanjiabao."

"Mo'er..." Ye Wuchang called out bitterly.

"Don't call me." Yanmo decisively interrupted Ye Wuchang's words, "You are satisfied now, Qing'er has arrived at the Devil's Cult as you wished."

"Although I hope he joins the Devil's Cult, I also don't want it to turn out like this." Ye Wuchang sighed helplessly.

"I don't want it? With your ability and strength, how can you not see that there is a problem, but you chose to ignore it, and show up as a good person when everything is irreversible. Ye Wuchang, do you think I can't see it?"

Yanmo questioned coldly, telling Ye Wuchang's heart, he had already seen the clues of this matter, as long as he was willing to intervene to sabotage things, things would not be like this, but he didn't, he let things develop .

"Ye Wuchang, you have nothing to say." Yanmo smiled bitterly, "Qing'er has now become a public enemy of the martial arts. As long as he appears, everyone will find a way to kill him. You put him in such a dangerous situation , do you think you are qualified to be his father?"

Maybe when people get older, they especially hope that Cheng Huan will be under their knees, and Ye Wuchang is no exception. The reason why he ignored it this time may be to let Qing'er stay by his side for more time. event.

"I'm sorry." That's all Ye Wuchang could say at this moment.

"Sorry? Don't you think it's too late?" Yan Mo turned around, got up and passed Ye Wuchang.

But those light and fluffy words hit Ye Wuchang's mind hard, sorry it was too late, more than ten years late.

A sense of astringency filled his entire mouth in an instant. Looking at the back of Yanmo who was walking away step by step, Ye Wuchang smiled wryly, "Hei'er, don't worry, this is the last time I see Qing'er, and I will never bother you again in the future." He's dead, with the help of the Demon Cult, he'll be fine, I'm leaving, take care."

After looking at the small graves of Yanmo and Sulan at last, Ye Wuchang turned and left the desolate back mountain of Yanjiabao.

When Yan Mo, who was walking in front, heard these words, he paused. He wanted to turn around but was stopped by his reason. So what if he turned around? Can those hurts that he missed be wiped out?

Since you can't, why do you have to look back? What about after turning around?To reopen the wound in a owed grudge?

Taking a firm step, Yan Mo didn't look back this time, the two of them left in two different directions, as if they had never met before.