Jiang Dad

Chapter 34

"Okay, Meng Qinghe, he did a great job of drawing his salary from the bottom of the pot. He thinks he's having too much fun!" Ou Xiyue walked back and forth without stopping, "He wants to kill us, but we are lucky enough to let us die." He waits!"

"Okay, okay, don't say a few words, Meng Qinghe is very cold, we have to go out first to deal with him." Lu Yuan pushed his glasses as usual, and leaned against the wall to meditate.

"He has already issued an order to seal the city, and he is determined to catch the turtle in the urn. At the critical moment, those people from the Federation have disappeared. Could it be that they are a group? I don't want any more..."

Ou Xiyue's ramblings are not false, Jiang Han just went through a turmoil with his eyes closed and tried his best not to speak. Is it true that the reason for their deliberate murder is to wash away Meng Qinghe's shame?

"Are you feeling better?" Chris sat next to Jiang Han, his hands covered his already cold hands, his body was still shaking, and it was a lie to say that he didn't feel distressed.

Jiang Han's eyes hurt so badly that he blinked vigorously and seemed to be able to secrete an unknown liquid. He shook his head and said, "I'm fine." In fact, he was already extremely sad. Disappearing everywhere, stuffy in the chest, like dry wood that has been piled up for a long time, it only needs a little spark to burn.

"Really?" Chris asked again worriedly.

Jiang Han stood up and said, "I'm really fine." His words were so pale that he couldn't think anymore.

"Jiang Han, don't hold back in your heart, say something."

It's so annoying, why is it so annoying, Jiang Han's mood is so impatient that he wants to jump off the disappearing Requiem Tower, there is no need to get involved in these things by jumping off carefree.

However, Jiang Han, a good old man, is a master at concealing his emotions. He dodged the hand extended by Chris, and shook his head fiercely again, but Chris still didn't let it go, "Jiang Han, do you have any pain?" Is it still?" "I don't hurt anywhere!" Jiang Han finally broke out in tenderness, his tears fell silently, without warning.

The words trembled on the tip of his tongue, he said: "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine at all! Look, I'm fine here! I'm really fine..." Slowly squatting down against a wall, hugging His head was crying, his body was shaking all the time, he was afraid.

Ou Xiyue and Lu Yuan had already finished their conjecture in Jiang Han's first high-pitched sentence, they stood behind Chris and frowned, "What's wrong with him?"

He didn't lose his child, and he escaped a catastrophe, so why cry?

Jiang Han was talking to himself intermittently, his helpless appearance was an embarrassment that no one had ever seen before, his head was buried between his legs, and his muffled crying was like a spring thunder, and they exploded with a bang, and they became silent , the road to find the terminal stone has encountered the biggest bottleneck in history.

"I'm fine, fine..." Chris couldn't take it anymore and hugged him directly, the big man cried like a cat, snuggled up to Chris's chest and wet his cheeks.

"Wow... Dad, I want Dad..." The child's cry came from outside, Tang Feng closed the car door vigorously and led a group of howling baby dolls to frown.

"Find each of your fathers for me, and throw them out if you cry again!" Tang Feng's ability to scare children is first-rate, but dolls still be afraid of their father when they see him?The crying became louder, and the fathers squatted and hugged to comfort him.

"Dad, Daddy, don't cry." There were still tears on Xiao Tiantian's face. When he saw his father's tears on his hands, he gently wiped them off and coaxed them, "Is it hurting again?" The little face seemed to be holding back tears. It will rain like rain in the next second, how can Jiang Han be willing, he lowered his head and wiped away his tears, he is so big, and he is crying like a child, he is going to laugh at himself, "Little Tiantian, dad is fine, dad is not in pain!"

"Father, brother Xiaoyu told me the same thing. He said you wouldn't cry out for pain, because his father told him that men don't shed tears." His father, Tang Jue, couldn't help but tense when he mentioned the name, and his eyes fixed on On Xiao Yu's body, among the five children, he was the only one standing in the corner pursing his lips, tears swirling in the frame but never shed a drop.

Jiang Han walked over and squatted down again, "Xiaoyu," he paused for a while before being interrupted by the child, "Dad Jiang, my dad hasn't come back yet, I can't cry, if I cry, my dad will laugh at me." Similar eyes, brown pupils Filled with tears, his nose was red, and he seemed to be hypnotizing himself because he felt some kind of parting from life and death, but how could he be so young?

"Xiao Yu, your father, he, he" can't say it, as if there is still hope if you don't say it, but hope is so elusive.

"His father won't come back." The man came striding out from the door, exhausted from the world, and his words were decisive.

Ou Xiyue stepped forward and twisted his collar, then stepped back and pressed Fang Zicheng against the wall with hatred all over his face, "You still dare to come, do you know that we were almost killed by Meng Qinghe! You fucking dare to come!" For the first time, Ou Xiyue burst into foul language, his emotions were so agitated that Lu Yuan couldn't stop him, but Fang Zicheng didn't resist much, just laughed muffled and felt disappointed.

"What's wrong with Tang Jue? And we can't get in touch with people from the federation anymore. You'd better explain everything clearly!"

"Take Xiao Yu away first." Fang Zicheng worriedly looked Xiao Yu back and forth, but his son didn't even look at him, "Take him away."

Everyone had no choice but when Jiang Han was about to hug him and leave, Fang Zicheng refused: "You don't need to go, let Tang Feng take him away, my people are already waiting at the intersection of North Street, Tang Feng will go to meet the people from the program team first."

"You brought everyone from the program team?" Lu Yuan asked.

"Well, they are all there, and there are not many of them."

"Then the others will follow me first and go to the car."

Tang Feng rubbed the area between his brows, and walked out with Xiaoyu in one hand. The children were all very well-behaved and didn't cry much, but Xiaoyu's eyes were fixed on the people in the room, full of resentment, his eyes were too deep, Jiang Han couldn't Squeezing Chris's hand reluctantly, he was afraid, really afraid that something more terrifying would come out of the man's mouth.

"He's gone, you can talk now." Lu Yuan pushed his glasses, the shrewdness in his eyes was the same as when Jiang Han saw him for the first time. frozen in the cold winter.

"Tang Feng is gone. You'd better not miss out every word of what you should say, otherwise." "Ahem..." Before Ou Xiyue's hand could exert force, Fang Zicheng coughed violently, as if the smell of blood began to permeate again. His meaningless gesture with a smile is even more irritating, and what worries Jiang Han the most is that everyone seems to be suspicious of Tang Feng.

"Tang Jue and the people from the United Association were put into the sedan chair for 'delivering the Living Buddha', and died under the Requiem Pagoda. They could not come back, and they would never come back." Ou Xiyue let go, and Fang Zicheng walked along The wall collapsed, coughing sharply, a trace of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth, "How could this happen?" Ou Xiyue murmured to himself in a daze, Lu Yuan lowered his head in deep thought and couldn't see his expression clearly, Jiang Han and Chris confronted each other. He glanced at him and left in a daze.

"You know?" Chris asked him sensitively, everyone's eyes were on Jiang Han, he opened his mouth, let out a slow breath and nodded.

"Jiang Han, how do you know?"

"Are you hiding it from us?"

Ou Xiyue and Lu Yuan's question made Jiang Han a little overwhelmed, and then he revealed some things that he had concealed when he met Fang Ziqi.

"Fang Ziqi asked you to help retrieve his memory, but why is he so sure that you can do it? If he didn't want to hurt Tang Jue, why did he join Meng Qinghe to deal with us?"

"Because someone tampered with behind the scenes." Fang Zicheng covered his chest with one hand and said with difficulty, "It's all because of our greed. I want Ruofeng to come back to life. The memory he wanted to lose was manipulated by others, so he didn't do it. Will not work."

"Ruofeng? The young master of the Tang family?" Lu Yuan took a step closer and asked, "Did you make a mistake? Tang Ruofeng has been dead for many years, how could he come back to life?"

"I'm too persistent. He said that as long as I can make you act according to the plan, he will resurrect my Ruofeng."

"Fang Zicheng, I don't understand what you said. It's okay for you to fool a three-year-old child, but we are people who come and go in wind and rain anyway. You really underestimate us."

"Believe it or not, my infatuated brother didn't realize until the last moment, he died in love, cough cough..."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Han asked, "Could it be that Fang Ziqi went to save Tang Jue?"

"He's dead, he's clean, and he doesn't need to follow his orders anymore. It's all a bad debt! It's a good death!" Fang Zicheng spat out a mouthful of blood with a wry smile.

Lu Yuan said, "Who exactly are you talking about?"

"With such great ability, you can bring the dead back to life, and let you do what you say!" Ou Xiyue added, extremely distrustful.

"He, cough, cough..." Fang Zicheng seemed to be unable to breathe at the critical moment, his body twitched violently, and he fell to the ground, his face pale and bleeding, Ou Xiyue hurriedly squatted down and took off his coat, black shirt It was mottled, and his hands were wet to the touch, Ou Xiyue forgot to shake his head, "It seems that he was plotted against, it is really not easy for his chest to be able to support until now.

"Fang Zicheng, who the hell is he?" Lu Yuan was also in a hurry, and his breath never came down. Fang Zicheng was too weak to speak, so he could only speak with his lips, "Small, be careful..." Kerry Si squatted down and discerned carefully, "Be careful, Tang Feng?"

"Who is he?" Jiang Han followed up and asked.

Chris stared at Fang Zicheng's lips, and said word by word, "King Murong."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a commotion outside, and the car whistled, indicating that a storm was coming, Lu Yuan looked outside and walked in with a panicked expression, and said with a calm face, "We have to go, we can't stay here anymore. "

Escape is about to happen again in Mingkong Continent. People who have just experienced death are always particularly sensitive to danger. Fang Zicheng was still coughing up blood, but he yelled out the last sentence with all his strength, "Let's go!"

"Jiang Han, let's go." Chris took his hand and ran out, but there were still people inside, how did they run?

"This is his best destination, don't worry about it." Lu Yuan was right, the man didn't want to survive at all, there was only one end to blood loss, but he looked very calm, waiting for death seemed to be the last thing. wonderful thing.

"Let's hurry up, Meng Qinghe's people will definitely come looking for traces, if they don't leave, it's over!" Ou Xiyue walked at the end, and slammed the door shut, cutting off a man's complaints.

Tang Feng was driving a large truck, honking the horn desperately, as if he had become one with the noise not far away, he waved his hand and looked nervous, a group of people jumped onto the back cargo board, and the car drove away almost instantly Going out, they wandered in the carriage panting heavily, they hadn't been in this embarrassment for a long time, the big men usually looked glamorous, but now they were lying in the open cargo box and looking up at the sky, the cotton cloth under them saved their lives. They died, and now it's driving them into the unknown.

"Could it be that King Murong is the legendary King Murong?" Ou Xiyue was the first to ask, and the sound of gunfire echoed everywhere. Who would have thought that the bustle before would turn into the noise of the battlefield.But no one answered his question, because the people at the checkpoint in front were holding a sign to tell them to stop, and the tense atmosphere spread in the air, "Are you from Meng Qinghe?"

"It looks like it's close to ten." Lu Yuan squinted coldly, and everyone's breathing became rapid. Chris grabbed the car wall and looked out, "Maybe it's not him, I remember Blue Fox Fort The second heir among the thirteen clans is a girl."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Han was puzzled.

"The word 'blue' hanging on the top of the wall is her surname. I think she wants to help us along the way."

The car slammed to a stop, and sure enough a girl in blue clothes came forward and smiled at the men in the car, she said: "Everyone, I've been waiting here for a long time, hand over the Ye Mingzhu and I'll let you go With such a straightforward personality, Lu Yuan sneered, "Why should we trust you, if you take the Ye Mingzhu and don't let us go, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss?"

"Do you think that all members of our thirteen clans are like that slut Meng Qinghe, relying on their bodies to get the upper hand and doing some outrageous things, our Firefox country will lose all face by him," she winked After turning around, he continued, "Besides, you are now at the end of the road, and I'm afraid you have no other choice but to listen to me."

Indeed, as long as you pass this city wall, you will be in the territory of the Western Panbei Kingdom if you walk another 500 meters. rise!

"How are you, have you made up your mind?"

"Miss Meng," "Don't call me Miss Meng, my surname is Lan." Lu Yuan immediately said, "Miss Lan, the thirteen Meng clans belong to you and Meng Qinghe are the most powerful now. I have heard a secret story before. , The thirteen Meng clans need to collect all thirteen number plates to obtain the ownership of Ye Mingzhu, I wonder if the number plates in our hand can help you?"

"Hey, I really forgot to mention the number plate, but I have collected all of them here so you don't need to worry."

"Miss Lan is very thoughtful, so she won't forget that the only number four card is the real trump card!" Lu Yuan shook the number plate in his hand, and Miss Lan's eyes really changed.

After only a moment, she opened her mouth and said: "Since you all know it well, then I won't play tricks anymore. Give me Ye Mingzhu first, and then give me the number plate when you get to the Panbei area. I, Lan Yuer, keep my word and never Repent!"

"Deal!" Lu Yuan agreed without hesitation, and then flirted with Jiang Han, "Give her Ye Mingzhu!" Ye Mingzhu almost yelled out through gritted teeth, even if Jiang Han didn't understand what they said, he should understand In an instant, the death number plate hidden under the Ye Mingzhu became their life-saving tool again.

Jiang Han opened the box and handed Ye Mingzhu over. Lan Yuer thanked her and opened the city gate.

Freedom was just outside the door, and the dawn came after they stepped through.

"Lan Yuer bids farewell. If anyone from the thirteen Meng clans can help in the future, just ask. I can see that you are much better than that bitch. As long as I can help, I will never refuse." Lan Yuer's character He is extremely manly, but compared to Meng Qinghe, he is indeed a lot more upright. She did not forget to hand a bunch of things to the men when she got the number plate, "It is necessary to run around along the way. These things are prepared for you, which is somewhat helpful."

"Thank you."

The two groups of people parted at this point, and watched Lan Yuer's convoy leave in a mighty way, and they were officially relieved. Standing on the territory of Panbei Kingdom, the endless grassland symbolizes conquest and hope, and the sky above is The azure blue that has never been seen before is finally saying goodbye to Firefox.But at this time, none of them was happy. The word joy seemed to be far away from them. The sound of hoofbeats came from the front, and it seemed that a new round of challenges was about to begin.

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