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The price of his waywardness was all paid back to his parents... Fan Moya.

The blood moon in the sky swallowed nearly half of the white moon's body unknowingly, wanting to drive and kill Bai Yue majesticly.

At this moment on the ground, the duel of one good and one evil at the very moment, made everyone hold their breath and stare.

Suddenly on the way, an urgent shout came from behind, interrupting the tense atmosphere on the field and causing everyone to turn their heads.

"Brother-in-law, Yehehua is here to save you, eh... demon, eat the blood of the young master!"

Murong Bai's attention was distracted, and the sword that stabbed Fan Moya was tilted a little.

No one expected that Cheng Yaojin came out halfway, and Ye Hehua threw the black dog's blood carefully packed in his arms to Fan Moya, who was facing the enemy fiercely.

Fan Moya was staring at the enemy, but unexpectedly, an unknown black object attacked him head-on, subconsciously raised his sword and shattered, the jar was split into two, and the blood of the black dog inside was drenched on the head, making Fan Moya extremely embarrassed.

Fan Moya's eyes were covered with the blood of the black dog, and he couldn't see Murong Bai's sword clearly. He could only hear the sound of the sword energy coming through the air. Before he could retreat in time, he turned his body slightly in an instant, avoiding the vital point.

Although Fan Moya was at a disadvantage, he was not a vegetarian, so he stabbed fiercely at the person with the white bone sword in his hand.

"Pfft..." Fan Moya vomited blood, was stabbed hard by Murong Baishi, and retreated ten steps in embarrassment.

Murong Bai was stabbed in the ribs by him, he groaned, and took three steps back, his hand was like the tip of a rainbow sword, dripping wet drops of blood.

In this duel, no one got any benefits, and both parties ended up injured.

On the other side, Fan Moya wiped away the black dog's blood with his sleeve, looked at the culprit triumphantly and made a face at him, covered his bleeding chest, tightened the bone sword in his hand, trembling with anger.

"Bury all of you with me!" Fan Moya angrily thrust the bones into the ground, pulled out the black jade fine flute from his waist, and played it fiercely, the strange sound of the flute stimulated the eardrums.

All of a sudden, the dead bodies turned their heads, and they discovered in amazement that the heads of the dead bodies that had fallen on the ground were also turning.

In the air, there was a chorus of sound, the sound of the cracking of the skull, and the goosebumps of the people who heard it, had the illusion that their heads were smashed.

Bright red twisting worms drilled out of each of the shattered heads, and everyone couldn't help but feel their scalps go numb.

These small bugs quickly moved towards Fan Moya one after another, and converged in front of him, becoming thicker and thicker.

After a while, a thick red demon snake with a bucket in its waist was spitting snake letters, while the small insects on the ground were still rushing towards the red demon snake.

What kind of evil did Fan Moya create!

Everyone swallowed nervously, looked at the thicker and longer red demon snake, shrunk their necks in horror.

Fan Moya's silver eyes turned a strange blood red at this moment, just like the pupils of that red monster snake.

On his handsome and upright face, evil spirits were flowing wantonly at this moment, and the thick black evil energy wrapped all over his body was like an evil spirit awakened from the Nine Netherworld.

"Hey, go and kill them!" Fan Moya gently patted Red Snake's head with his hand, and coaxed him with his thin lips.

The red snake's huge head rubbed against his palm affectionately, and after hearing the sound, it jumped up suddenly, opened its huge mouth and roared to the sky. The huge figure swam in an instant, and the ground shook.

Everyone immediately showed their weapons and waited in battle. The red snake swept away with its long tail, and Bei Hanjing and the others stepped back to avoid it.

Bei Hanjing held Han Qing with one hand, and swept back instantly. In a blink of an eye, her brother Bei Haimo was entangled by a giant snake and could not escape. The snake opened its sharp teeth, and the snake letter swallowed him down.

A few people rushed back to rescue but it was too late, and couldn't help being anxious, Bei Hanmo used his long sword to hold the giant snake's stinking mouth hard, so that his body was not swallowed.

"Snake, shut up!" At this moment, three people rushed to the field, the leader was a middle-aged man holding a long Zhangzhang in his hand, with a white face and beard, and his appearance was almost similar to Fan Moya.

The man flew onto the giant snake, stretched out his length and hit the snake at the seven-inch position. The monster snake let out a roar, and spit out Beihanmo, which was tightly supported in its mouth.

The man caught Bei Hanmo in the air, put him on the ground, and said, "My lord, Fan Ye is late."

"Holy Father, quickly tell Fan Moya to stop manipulating the snake." Bei Hanjing, who was at the side, let out a sigh of relief when he saw Fan Moya's parents coming to rescue him, and quickly reminded him.

"Ya'er, stop quickly!" The Holy Mother is a tall, noble and beautiful woman, and when she saw her son turning into a demon, she hurriedly ordered.

"Mother..." Fan Moya cried out in surprise, his blood-red eyes immediately returned to their true colors.

"Ya'er, turn your head and be right, don't be obsessed with it anymore." The Holy Mother persuaded earnestly.

Fan Moya looked at Han Qing who was in Beihanjing's arms, and couldn't give up in his heart. The Holy Mother said: "The world pays attention to karma and reincarnation. What is yours is yours after all. You can't force what is not yours. Cut off your obsessions and save the world." Common life is the road you should take."

"Mother, Ya'er can't see through the world of mortals, and can't give up, Qing, you can help the child." Fan Moya begged in pain.

"Sinister! Confused, you've disgraced the Fan family. I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of the king and apologize for everyone!" Hearing that Fan Moya refused to give up, the Holy Father angrily picked up his head and hit Fan Moya on the head. .

Fan Moya stood still in place, not daring to move rashly, seeing his father getting closer and closer to him, the giant snake saw that someone was going to hurt its master, suddenly opened its huge mouth and bit the holy father.

"Father..." Fan Moya looked at his father helplessly, the giant snake he raised pierced his chest with sharp teeth, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he cried out in grief.

"Let him go..." Fan Moya yelled at the giant snake uncontrollably. The red snake seemed to know that he had caused trouble, and carefully put the holy father on the ground.

"You go, I don't want to see you." Fan Moya raised his bones, slashed at the giant snake's body, hugged his father tearfully, and drove away crying.

The red snake didn't dare to dodge it, and was stabbed violently, but there was no blood on its body. It cast a nostalgic glance at Fan Moya, plunged its head into the ground and disappeared.

"Holy Father..." Bei Hanmo yelled pityingly as everyone surrounded him.

Fan Moya hurriedly took out the life-sustaining elixir on his body, trying to save his father, but he pushed it away with his hands.

Fan Moya immediately became anxious, crying and begging: "Father, Mo Ya knew he was wrong, please take the elixir quickly, it won't be good after a while."

"My lord, it was Fan Ye who was lax in discipline and taught Mo Ya to go astray. I apologize to you on his behalf, and I also ask the king to look at the past and give him a chance to repent and continue to save the common people." The holy father turned his head in his son's arms, looked at Bei Hanmo and said pleadingly.

After all, he was hurting his own child. When he was injured, he did not forget to plead with Beihanmo with his life.

"My king, please give Mo Ya a chance to repent and let him continue to serve the people of Beihan for the good deeds he has done for the people of Beihan." The Holy Mother immediately knelt down and kowtowed when she saw that Beihan Mo seemed to be hesitating. Seek Tao.

"Holy Father, you should take the medicine." Seeing that he refused to take the medicine, Bei Hanmo persuaded him first.

"No, if the king refuses to forgive the evil son, I will lose face and continue to live." The Holy Father's meaning became clearer, and I was begging for mercy with my life.

"Sister, what do you think?" After all, Fan Moya looked at Bei Hanjing in embarrassment. After all, Fan Moya seduced her husband, so it's better to teach her how to handle this matter.

Bei Hanjing was hugging Han Qing, and was taken aback when her brother left the matter to her.

The Holy Mother immediately grabbed her hand, and begged with tears in her eyes: "Princess Jing, please, give Mo Ya one more chance, and I kowtow to you for the mistakes he made."

Bei Hanjing looked at the Holy Mother in embarrassment. What Fan Moya had done was too much, but he had indeed done many good things for the people in the past.

If you only pay attention to near crimes at this moment and don't pay attention to old kindness, it is indeed a bit ungrateful.

After thinking about it, Bei Hanjing decided to hand over this right to Han Qing himself, so she said, "Holy Mother, this matter hurts the son-in-law the most, and it is better for him to handle this matter himself. If he is willing to forgive Fan Moya, I will Don't pursue anything."

"Uh..." The Holy Mother paused for a moment. This Han Qing was notoriously difficult to mess with, and his temperament was even more vengeful.

Both the Holy Father and the Holy Mother sighed inwardly. I am afraid that the price of settling this matter will not be easy.

"Ya'er, I don't know how to take medicine, unless you personally ask the son-in-law for forgiveness." The holy father was anxious, and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Seeing that his father still refused to take the medicine, Fan Moya was very anxious, put him down gently, looked at Han Qing with complicated eyes, and ordered, "Wake up!"

Han Qing shook his head, looked at the people around him in a daze, and asked in confusion, "Why am I here!"

"Beauty, you are under control. Now that the matter has come to an end, what do you plan to do with Fan Moya's matter." Bei Hanjing briefly explained the situation and asked.

Han Qing looked at the injured Holy Father lying on the ground, and the Holy Mother kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, and immediately understood what the situation was like, her thin lips curved darkly, and her narrow eyes looked at Fan Moya opposite.

"Han Qing, I did this alone. You can kill or cut it up as you like, but please persuade my father to take the medicine." Fan Moya's silver eyes darkened, he lifted his robe, and knelt down in front of Han Qing and said .

Bei Hanmo also knew that Han Qing had an extreme personality, and he was afraid that he would make things irreparable for the sake of pleasure.

So, he hurriedly warned secretly: "Han Qing, if the war is about to start, the army's morale must not be distracted. The Holy Father has nothing to do with this matter. You need to take medicine quickly if you are seriously injured. You can handle this matter at your own discretion."

"Heh! You are so stupid. Your parents will wipe your butt for everything that happens. Your parents gave birth to a son like you. It's really bad luck for eight lifetimes."

Hearing Bei Hanmo's words, Han Qing twitched her mouth in disdain, feeling unhappy, staring at Fan Moya who was kneeling to plead guilty, and said mockingly in front of everyone.

Fan Moya's face became hot when he said it, and he lowered his head in shame.

"Oh, Holy Father, please take the medicine. I will spare your son's life. As for how to deal with him, no one can intervene." Han Qing mocked lightly and gave a general overview of the situation.

"I would like to ask the son-in-law to show his noble hand, so that my son can keep his limbs and five senses intact, so that he can continue to serve the common people." The holy father accepted this treatment slightly, but he was afraid that Han Qing would cruelly destroy his son, so he spat out a mouthful of blood. Pretend to be pitiful and beg.

Han Qing waved her hand irritably and said, "Okay, I see, you should hurry up and take your medicine."

Fan Moya is exempt from capital crimes, but living crimes are not so easy to escape. Han Qing looked at the man who was rushing to feed his old father the medicine, and the corners of his mouth curled up unkindly.