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"Boom!" A loud noise came suddenly.

The volcano erupted.

A violent sound erupted like the end of the world.

The viscous magma and the hot volcanic ash spewed out like a splendid fire cloud. The gravel and the hot gas smashed down at the people as if they engulfed everything.

The air rose, trembled, scorched, burst...

When the boulders and flames hit, Su Mingan swung a knife.

"boom--!"

The fluctuations spread in the space, and the crisis above was briefly delayed for a second, but the range of the stone was too large for them to escape.

At this moment, a white light lit up, blocking the falling gravel...

"Hide behind me—!"

Qian Qian's mother, Chu Shan, stood at the end of the team, holding up the protective cover to protect the children who were too late to escape. The four surviving children followed her, none of them Changsheng, and he had probably left alone.

Her shield is not a panacea, it can only amplify her defense.

Due to the high temperature, her palms became bright red and hot, and even the black hair on her forehead began to burn.

Her fingers were beautiful, long and slender, as if they had been well-maintained. But at this time, like firewood, it began to spontaneously combust, the flesh and blood began to roll, and the nails shrank like scorched popcorn.

Her black hair fell behind her, once smooth as satin, but it had begun to scorch, turning to charcoal black powder, which was responsible for the extradition of heat.

The soles of her feet started to get hot, and she made a strange sound like fingernails scratching a blackboard. She supported the ground to prevent herself from retreating due to the impact.

Because behind her are her husband and children.

Her husband Sik was holding her hand, but it was like holding a soldering iron, and his hand was hot and red.

"Shanshan, you..." Si Ke was so hot that he withdrew his hand. He gritted his teeth and took her hand again.

Chu Shan took the initiative to let go of his hand.

With her face scorching hot, she draped a red robe over Qian Qian's body with her scorched hands.

The red robe is very wide, almost completely covering Qian Qian, her little face is like a touch of snow in the fire.

"mother."

Seeing this red robe full of stitches, Qian Qian suddenly remembered the countless nights when Chu Shan was busy under the lights.

There was always a small needle and red cloth lit under the oil lamp, until the shadow of Mama merged with the fireworks in the rich twilight.

...then her eyes met her mother's.

Chu Shan's eyes were dark, like black pearls, and they were always full of rebukes at her, as if she wished she could grow up and become the best adult.

Sissy would often get mad at this woman. As the most pampered little princess in the clan, she would yell at her heavy training tasks and slap her face at Shushan's harsh criticism.

She has been arrogant and self-willed towards her mother, like an ignorant child.

She never thought her mother would die.

...

The red mother pulled her brother up, patted his shoulder, and patted her head.

Chu Shan dared not touch them, for fear that the temperature on her body would burn them.

"mother--!"

Qian Qian suddenly stretched out her hand and hugged her, who was red all over.

"Thorn la la-"

The scalding temperature burned Qian Qian's palm, and her arm began to fester, making a scorched sound, and there was a large area of ​​burns that could not be healed.

Chu Shan turned back, facing the boundless bright red flames.

Her skin was rolled up, and her face was gradually turning black, her eyes were hard to see.

She let go of the shield in her hand.

The hood leaped over her flame-engulfed body and buckled over the children's heads.

"Qiqi, Qian Qian." She pushed away Qian Qian's hand and hugged her, like tearing apart a piece of muscle with a belt bone: "...you will always be mother's pride."

Like a pillar inserted into the ground, her skin was getting redder and redder like a watermelon scoop, but she didn't take a step back,

The mother's slender figure became taller at this time.

In the bright red, her body was deformed by the high temperature, like a dead old tree.

The long-lasting black mist penetrated the shield and kissed her burning black hair.

...

She disappeared in red.

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[Current Emotion Value: 300 (if 500 or more is satisfied, the "Judgment" skill can be activated)]

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The defensive cover still has the remaining defensive power, and can always follow them forward.

Chu Shan poured her last strength into the mask, so that her children could walk the path paved by her life.

During this period, except for Feng Qiqi and Qian Qian, the four surviving children died one by one. The temperature here was too high, and the surging curses on them could not withstand this violently fluctuating environment.

Hick kept his head down, silent, he followed the children like a wooden man, his hands were still red and scalded.

Finally, they left the most dangerous range and came to the forest.

Flames were burning in the woods, and the fire had spread here.

Feng Qiqi spat out a mouthful of blood.

The sound of his violent cough was clear in the woods, and a horrifying black line appeared on his arm.

His curse had been suppressed once before, and coupled with the fierce battle all the way, it was about to erupt again.

"...Brother." Qian Qian squeezed his wrist, her voice almost inaudible.

Some hot red robes were draped over her body, and her legs were already soft.

Su Mingan watched all this silently.

Judging from the cause, combined with the future situation, he already knows what will happen next.

Sure enough, Si Ke, who had been silent all the time, took a step forward and pulled on Feng Qiqi, who had begun to become confused.

He pulled Feng Qiqi firmly, pulled Feng Qiqi's trembling hand up, and stuck the back of his neck.

"obedient."

This man, who seemed to have aged a decade suddenly after Chu Shan's death, controlled Feng Qiqi, who was constantly struggling.

"Don't-! I don't!" Seeing this action, Feng Qiqi realized what was going to happen next, and he began to struggle violently.

However, he has become weak and has no resistance under Si Ke's hands.

Si Ke's hands stretched back and grabbed Feng Qiqi's hands. The two held hands like a tug of war. After a while, with Si Ke's force, Feng Qiqi's hand was forced to touch the back of Si Ke's neck. superior.

Like a child riding on his parents' shoulders and necks, Feng Qiqi leaned on his father's broad back.

He wept bitterly.

The black line gradually spread from his body to Si Ke's body.

This is what Sibel said, a means of passing curses between blood relatives.

The passer can pass his curse to others by touching the back of his loved one's neck, thereby reducing the concentration of his curse.

Si Keta is pulling Feng Qiqi's hand abruptly to share the power of these curses for him.

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The shields over their heads began to crack as Sikk delivered the curse.

The raging flames and scalding hot wind began to invade the group of people below.

Su Ming'an, who was standing at the end of the team, turned around and held a knife.

He swung a knife upward.

"boom--!"

The surging flames were cut open by him, and it leaked out to the surrounding as if it were flowing through the sea.

The violent shaking of space fluctuations, like a defensive line above, protected the father and son who were passing the curse. Standing under the vibration, Su Mingan heard Feng Qiqi whimpering from behind.

"...Dad, I don't want to..."

"Qi Qi, you are thirteen years old this year, and you are not too young. When this disaster is over, after you go back, you... have to make atonement for all the dead tribes.

We are the inheritance family Zewan, and we shoulder the task of protecting the ethnic group. No matter what... you have to fulfill your responsibilities, and you have to make atonement for the surviving ethnic group for the rest of your life. "

"I will atone for my sins, I set the fire, you let me die here... Why should you and my mother stand in the front, you are the real young patriarch, I just don't matter..."

"..." Sik closed his eyes.

The spreading black line climbed up his arm. His condition was not good at all. When he forcibly took over Feng Qiqi's curse, his life was already coming to an end uncontrollably.

When he spoke again, his voice became hoarse.

"I am the young patriarch of the tribe," he said, "...but before that, I was your father."

He clenched Feng Qiqi's hand against the back of his neck, and rode his shoulders and neck like a father was letting his children have fun.

The big hand was clenched tightly, as if he was afraid that if he loosened it for a moment, the child on his shoulder would fall off.

"Qiqi, I don't regret being born in Zewan's family. What I regret is...the backward inheritance in the family...the ritual of worshipping gods, so I couldn't watch you grow up smoothly." He said.

"boom--!"

Su Mingan swung a knife again to cut through the surging forest fire.

The black earth rolled up with blood-red fire waves, and the hot wind lifted his black hair.

He raised his head and looked at the low sky.

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【Ming An. Dad doesn't regret his act of saving people. 】

[But, I'm sorry, Dad couldn't grow up with you. 】

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"Qianqian is innocent, but the people will still take anger at her. You can't let her go back to the first tribe with you." Sike said: "...In the future, you will be alone. You have to be good."

He said, and gradually began to cough.

The dangerous curse, the pain of drumstick-like percussion, all slowly moved away from Feng Qiqi and passed on to a broad and solid back.

Feng Qiqi was breathing heavily and crying. Why didn't he know how much pain the back in front of him was suffering?

But he was too weak to move. His hands were tightly wrapped by a pair of warm hands. These big hands were extremely strong, like iron hoops that kept him from leaving, and warm currents that nourished his riddled skin. Body.

At this moment, what flickered like an electric light, was the thought of his life-long redemption.

... He wants to abolish this backward ritual of worshipping the gods.

He's going to... hate everything that brings curses and woes. He wants to believe in Bai God and hate Jiu God.

He wants to...accept all that is believed, and denounce all that is not.

He must be consistent with the ideals of each nation—

He wants to be the most qualified patriarch.

Tears rolled down his face uncontrollably, and he was out of breath.

The last trace of pain on his body disappeared, when the power of annihilation completely spread over his limbs and bones—

He heard his father's painful, gentle voice:

"Qiqi, I will give you the name of Zewan's inheritance - the long word."

Father turned his head and looked at Qian Qian.

"Sissi, I will give you the name of Zewan's inheritance - the word Burr."

Sissi was silent and closed her eyes.

She was much calmer than Feng Qiqi, who was crying bitterly. At this moment, she didn't shed a single tear.

In the sky, before the parents die, the children will be given new names afterward.

This means that these children who have no parents from now on must learn to grow up independently and discard all past weaknesses.

The new name represented their honor, and the old name was merely a symbol of childhood innocence and weakness.

Only by calling out their new names does it represent respect for their growth and independence. And their past names should not be mentioned, otherwise it will be regarded as contempt for them.

After giving his sons and daughters new names, the father, whose back was extraordinarily broad, let go of his hand and put Feng Qiqi down.

He said:

"...Feng Chang."

"You and Sibel, let's grow up and become good people."

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[…Ming An, Dad is very happy. 】

[You have grown into a very good person. 】

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[Current emotion value: 400]

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"boom--!"

Su Mingan put away the amber knife.

He turned around and saw Si Ke's broad back, gradually disappearing in a burst of white light.

He saw Feng Qiqi who was crying and kneeling down, and saw that his body had been strengthened with a lot of annihilation power rising into the sky, destroying the surrounding flames like a judgment from a god.

At the last moment, the white light on Sike's body became brighter and brighter.

After the white light faded away,

He turned into Feng Qiqi's hands,

An exceptionally cold, transparent soul stone.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Like the cry of a falling bird, it tore up in the flames of the mountains.

Feng Qiqi knelt down on the ground, like a black line dividing the world, and all the flames around him revolved around him. The pitch-black energy roared wildly, rolling up huge waves like a black horse, engulfing all the dangerous flames.

At this moment, he is still moving forward on the road of life, but someone has stopped on a certain road parallel to him.

What he once thought was lasting, even eternal, and never thought to lose, seemed vulnerable at this moment.

But these are just vents, they can't save his soul.

There was no more familiar figure in front of him.

Since then, he and Qian Qian have both lost their parents~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After that, no one will sew them robes under the light again, no one will sing lullabies to them, no one will sing them a thousand times. Let them add clothes, and no one can lead them, carry them on their backs, and walk around every corner of the vault.

Both he and Qian Qian will go through a very long growth process until they become what they will be in the future.

The second leader of the leader, "Destroyer" Fengchang Zewan.

...and the hundredth-ranked leader, Sibel the Prophet.

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["Delusional person, I only worry about one thing."]

["...I'm afraid I'm not worthy of all the hardships I'm going through."]

[——"Nine Gods Reincarnation Notes"]

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