Chapter 2148

At night, ye Chen came out of the tomb, reflected in the moonlight, and returned to Zhuxian Town. The old man of blood robe was too ferocious to swallow many people, and he had bloody blood in the quiet town.

When I went to the gate, I saw it all sad. Too many people hung white silk. Too many orphans and widows, dressed in mahogany, knelt in front of their own door, threw paper money into the fire basin, choked and wept, and filled the town with dark nights, destined to accompany tears.

Ye Chen sighs in his heart, and there is a inexplicable guilt. If he thought of using blood power earlier, these people may not have to die.

"You are back, ye." Just walking, I don't know who called.

The people of Zhuxian Town all gathered to hear it. They didn't say much about it. He knelt down and shouted for help. If it wasn't for ye Chen today, they would not escape the robbery. They would be the real savior than the gods who were above them.

Ye Chen spoke without saying anything, and only with soft force, he raised all the people and walked quietly to the garden. He said that his Savior, even himself, felt ridiculous. In terms of killing, he killed more than the old man in blood robe.

There is no savior in this world, but only the cruel law.

Lingfeng and others came. They did not go up, but silently saw Ye Chen. From the bleak back of Ye Chen, they seemed to see a corner of the world, full of killing, covered with blood and bones. Why have the gods in the eyes of the world ever compassionate all living beings.

With the attention of all the people, ye Chen's figure is moving far and wide.

In the street, ye Chen pushed open the garden door exhausted, and saw evil spirits in his eyes. He was sitting at the stone table, drinking quietly, and if he returned, he would not hear it.

"I call, you should have heard it." Ye Chen slowly came, a word of light.

"It's clear to hear." Evil spirits hold wine cups and fine wine.

"When the sky evil star was born, you still pity the people, and you have fallen down the rain of Ling Tianxian. Why can you see death without help?"

"Are you questioning God?"

"I dare." Ye Chen laughed at himself and sat under the old tree.

"The ancient holy body in the hall, you are also the person who walks on the corpse mountain, when it becomes so sentimental." Evil spirits face Ye Chen with their back and their words are long. "In the day, I will be in Zhuxian Town. You will not save the sky evil star, and our God will also save it. However, you can only save her. The life and death of all people, what do you do with me, your sigh and guilt are not pity, but resentment and resentment for the law. You want to change, but you can't help."

"You have a word in your words." The leaf Chen light way.

"You are a wise man, not only understand, but also why pretend to be deaf and dumb." Evil spirits filled a glass, put in front of the nose, gently sniffing the wine, from the beginning to the end, did not turn around.

Ye Chen was silent, buried his head hung eyes, it should be understood, this is still a test, in the examination of his mood, the reason for pity is because he is not cold enough, the disgust of the cruel law, but he is powerless performance, how the emperor of the Chu, even the Emperor how, are invincible to the vast world.

I don't know when he got up and went back to the room and slept with his head covered.

In the garden, evil spirits are still drinking wine quietly, under the bright moon, and her whisper, "Fuxi, you are too harsh on him."

With a sigh, there are only wine cups on the table, and there is no evil evil in front of the table.

Night, not quiet, sad cry still, lost relatives, doomed to sleep.

With tears, the dark night gradually faded away from the dim.

Zhuxian Town in the morning is not as prosperous as ever, too many people funeral, money is scattered on the street, a glance, white flowers, too many people.

At the table of fortune telling, ye Chen sat quietly, without saying anything, no joy and no sorrow.

Today, no one is destined to divine, all immersed in pain.

"The money and silver saved in these years have been distributed to poor people. This... Is not a good thing." Today, the first one to come is Shangguan nine, who never pays for wine. It is rare to be generous once. A martial arts expert is also a mediocre, and he also believes in good and good.

"Drink less wine, and there is nothing." Yang Xuan skimmed his mouth.

"It said, as if you didn't go."

"I pay for it all. You have a face to say."

"On the sad day, you two, can walk the dessert completely." The wind is long.

As soon as this came out, both of them stopped.

Can you not mourn? They are all Jianghu people who lick blood with the blade tip. For the first time, they feel like someone died... So sad. Maybe they really make a family here.

Not long ago, Yang Ge old also came, holding small Yang Lan.

The family of three, the gratitude to Ye Chen, is unspeakable, compared with the rest of the town, they are lucky, the critical moment, the Wulin myth to save.

January passed quietly, and the ordinary town gradually returned to normal.

Another night, ye Chen slept peacefully.

Tonight, the stars were all over the sky, and occasionally a wisp of starlight, through the window, slanted on the face of the leaf, making his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, as if he had had a terrible nightmare.When he opened his eyes again, he saw the clouds and mists in front of him. With the clouds gradually dispersed, a great mountain and river came into his eyes. Mountains and rivers, plants and trees were as warm and warm as his memory. This is Dachu, his hometown.

"Dream back to big Chu." Ye Chen is very excited, stepping on the nihility, straight to hengyuezong.

The big Chu in the night is peaceful and peaceful, and the Jade Maiden peak in the night is still so beautiful.

When ye Chen arrived, all the women were there, embroidering and watering flowers, such as sunset and Luoxi, holding their chin in their hands and looking up at the stars.

In addition to them, there was a little fellow who was not sleepy at all. He was waddling along, chasing butterflies on the grass. Sometimes he called out his mother, sometimes he giggled.

It was Xiao Ye Fan, or he was two or three years old. The so-called memory also stayed in his childhood. When he was young, he was quite sensible. He would lie in front of the window in the dead of night, looking out eagerly at the outside, waiting for his mother's return.

Ye Chen laughs and cries. It has been 76 years since he left. He has never wanted to return again. It is in the form of a dream that he can see his relatives, but his relatives can't see him.

"Dad." When ye Chen looks, suddenly hears the small leaf fan a call, the little guy is very happy, steps on the tottering small step, ran to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen a Leng, little guy can see me?

Women are also a Leng, have side eyes, toward this side, think is Ye Chen back, but, nothing.

While speaking, Xiao Ye Fan has run to Ye Chen's feet, holding up his head, stretching his hand, and his milk voice and his airway, "Daddy hugs me."

"Can you really see it?" Ye Chen opened his mouth, and the whole person was confused.

You know, he is in a dream now, and ye fan is in reality. According to the law of truth and illusion, Ye Fan can't see him.

"Daddy hugs." The little guy is still begging, interrupting Ye Chen's thoughts.

Ye Chen listens to a burst of sour nose, subconsciously squat, calculate, he has been 76 years, did not hold Ye Fan, is not a competent father.

However, he is the man in the dream after all, can not touch Ye Fan, also can't hold him in the arms.

The little guy cried and his eyes were full of tears.

All the women came, Chu Xuan was the fastest, hugging Xiao Ye Fan. Chu Ling held the handkerchief and wiped the tears for him. He said with a gentle smile, "fan Er is good."

Sunset they also squat down, each took the doll, coax the little guy, thought that he, is too miss parents.

Xiaoye, who is sensible, doesn't cry any more, and looks at Ye Chen eagerly.

The girls frown and frown. When they get to Ye Fan's side, they feel a familiar breath, as if someone is watching them.

"Dream back to eternity." Chu xuan'er murmured to herself.

"Ye Chen, is that you?" Chu ling'er, in a hurry, stares at her eyes. Although she can't see it, she can feel it. It seems that she knows that dreams can be traced back to the ages, which can connect dreams and reality.

"It's me." Ye Chen smiles with tears, but they are destined not to hear.

Night, gradually deep.

Xiaoye fan fell asleep and was carried back to the room.

But the women, it is difficult to sleep.

Ye Chen did not go, the illusory body, floating there, quietly watching, this dream, seems to be very long, to let him see enough to finish.

Suddenly, a trace of autumn wind blowing, carrying the fragrance of women.

At the window of Ye Fan's room, there is an illusory woman illusory, reflecting the moonlight. It's bright and dreamlike. If you take a closer look, it's Ji ningshuang. After looking at Ye Fan's sleeping room, she looks back and smiles at Ye Chen.