Wang Lin's Soul Swallowing, after killing the six core clansmen of the Teng Family, did not continue to kill, but returned to the flesh at the fastest speed.
In the place where the body was stored, Wang Lin slowly opened his eyes, and he was silent a little bit. At the moment when the middle-aged man was killed just now, he saw a figure that shocked his heart.
If he is right, this person is Wang Zhuo.
The woman next to Wang Zhuo is the daughter of the middle-aged person. She is with Wang Zhuo. The two obviously have a certain relationship. Wang Lin's eyes flashed, he put away the forbidden flag and the ancient mirror, retracted the demon's head, and then fell under his feet. , The body flew up and stepped on top of the mosquito beast, and the divine consciousness swept through, and immediately found the woman who was with Wang Zhuo.
The direction the woman was walking was not Tengjiacheng, but toward the border of the neighboring country.
Wang Lin pondered for a moment and ran after him.
There was a look of sadness in Fuji Hidehide’s eyes. Although she ran away, the tears could not be stopped. She didn’t know the fate of her father, but she had an ominous premonition in her heart. This feeling pressed down in her heart, almost Let her breathe.
Wang Zhuo's complex color deepened. He saw the death of the Fuji family one by one. Although his heart was extremely refreshing, at this moment, he didn't know why. Not only did he not feel refreshed, but he was deeply worried.
Wang Zhuo shook his body, stopped his body, closed his eyes, and reverberated with the scene of the whole family being killed by Fuji Huayuan in his mind.
Seeing Wang Zhuo stop, Teng Xiuxiu quickly stopped, biting her lower lip, looking at Wang Zhuo. The only thing she can rely on now is this man, her husband.
A little later. Wang Zhuo opened his eyes. He slapped himself severely. He wanted to wake himself up completely. He reminded himself over and over again in his heart. The Fuji family is an enemy. Even Fuji Hidehide. I don't have any feelings for her either.
As long as it is a member of the Fuji family, they are damned!
Fuji Xiuxiu hurriedly stepped forward to stop Wang Zhuo, tears could not stop streaming down.
Wang Zhuo forced himself to harden his heart. Flicked his arm. Throwing Fuji Hidehide's hand aside. He said coldly: "You go, from now on. You and I have nothing to do with you."
There was a look of despair in Fuji Hidehide's eyes. Looking at Wang Zhuo in a daze, he didn't even notice that the teeth bit his lower lip with blood. She was like a tearful person. He stepped forward to grab Wang Zhuo's hand.
but. Wang Zhuo stepped away again. He said coldly: "You won't go, are you? I'll go!" Then, he turned around, flew slowly in the opposite direction.
Teng Xiuxiu stared at Wang Zhuo's back blankly, and the color of despair in her eyes became more and more intense. Her heart, like a knife cut, stabbed with bursts of pain. Under the sting, her face rose with a sickly ruddy appearance. , Spouting a mouthful of blood, the whole person shook a few times, his face pale and steady.
In fact, at the moment Wang Zhuo turned around, his heart was as painful as being torn apart, but the scenes of the death of his tribe left him with no choice at all. At this moment, the pain in Wang Zhuo's heart was definitely not better than Teng. Xiuxiu missed a bit.
Fuji Xiuxiu smiled miserably, looking at Wang Zhuo, she whispered: "Don't go..."
Wang Zhuo trembled, he clenched his fists, turned around abruptly, and shouted at Teng Xiuxiu: "Get out!"
After speaking, he galloped away quickly and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Teng Xiuxiu's mouth shed blood again, she took a deep look at the direction where Wang Zhuo disappeared, and turned around with a sorrowful smile, with a dazed look in her eyes.
Although the world is big, she doesn't know where to go. The two most important men around her, one is unknown in life and death, and the other abandons her. For a woman, there is really no difference between the sky and the fall.
Wang Zhuo flew all the way, after more than ten miles, his fist was already squeezed out of blood, and the figures of the people before their deaths dazzled in his eyes one by one, and then Fuji Xiuxiu's figure and desperate eyes gradually replaced. Clan...
After a long time, Wang Zhuo fell on the ground, slammed his head in the direction of the old family town, and said bitterly: "Father, mother, child... unfilial!"
He finished speaking, closed his eyes, shed two tears, stood up silently, and turned to chase Fuji Xiuxiu.
At the moment he turned around, he seemed to see his tribe, especially his parents, showing a distressed look at him, pointing to his nose one by one, calling him a traitor and the rebellious son of the Wang family.
Wang Zhuo's heart was already torn in half. He chased after Fuji Xiuxiu tragically. After a while, he saw Fuji Xiuxiu flying blankly. She seemed to have checked, and looked back at Wang Zhuo blankly. The tenderness gradually appeared in his eyes.
However, at the moment when the two had just reunited, a breath of killing came slowly from the sky. On top of a huge monster beast, a young man with white hair fluttering in the wind stared coldly.
Behind him, there are countless vine corpses densely packed, and the smell of blood, as this person approaches, blows on his face, extremely rich.
Teng Xiuxiu's face suddenly became pale, and she subconsciously hid behind Wang Zhuo, her body trembling lightly.
Wang Zhuo stared straight at the white-haired young man, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
"You... You are Wang Lin!
"Wang Zhuo!" Wang Lin leaped and fell from the mosquito beast. He stood in front of Wang Zhuo and glanced at the woman behind him casually.
Wang Zhuo subconsciously stood in front of the woman, looking at Wang Lin, with complex expressions in his eyes. After a long time, he whispered: "I should have guessed it a long time ago. Only you can have the opportunity to avenge the people of the tribe. strength."
Wang Lin was silent for a moment, and said softly, "Wang Zhuo, I'm sorry."
Wang Zhuo smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "If you and me were saying this, I would not forgive you, but now... we have only one enemy, and that is Fuji Kamoto."
A gleam of cold light appeared in Wang Lin's eyes, and he slowly said, "Teng Huayuan, he can't run, and the entire Teng family can't run away!"
Fuji Hidehide's body trembled, and despite fear in her heart, she gritted her teeth and asked softly: "I... my father he..."
"Shut up!" Wang Zhuo frowned, stopped Teng Xiuxiu's words, and calmly said to Wang Linqiang: "She is your sister-in-law..."
Before Wang Zhuo finished speaking, Wang Lin said flatly: "Your father, you shouldn't be surnamed Teng."
Teng Xiuxiu trembled and looked at Wang Lin, revealing a deep color of hatred.
As soon as Wang Zhuo heard this, he already knew that Wang Lin knew the identity of Fuji Xiuxiu, and his complex color deepened.
Wang Lin was silent for a while, looked at the sunset on the horizon, and slowly said, "Wang Hao, are you still in Xuan Dao Sect?"
Wang Zhuo shook his head, and said bitterly: "He didn't succeed in forming a pill... He is... dead."
Wang Lin closed his eyes, sighed, and said softly: "You and her, leave the country of Zhao." After finishing speaking, he turned around and jumped on the mosquito beast without even looking at Wang Zhuo.
Everyone has their own ambitions, Wang Zhuo's series of actions have clearly expressed his thoughts, and he does not want Fuji Xiuxiu to die.
Wang Zhuo looked at Wang Lin's figure, his eyes became more complicated. The scenes of the tragic deaths of his tribe and parents echoed in his heart. It seemed that all the tribesmen were staring directly at him, calling him a traitor to the Wang family. .
Wang Zhuo smiled miserably and turned to look at Teng Xiuxiu. Suddenly, his heart sank. From Teng Xiuxiu's eyes, he saw a trace of deep hatred hidden.
Wang Zhuo was silent, with a trace of tenderness in his eyes, and said softly: "Xiuxiu, let's go." As he said, his right hand gently stroked Teng Xiuxiu's long hair.
Fuji Xiuxiu was startled, tears shed again in his eyes. It was the first time that Wang Zhuo called her Xiuxiu since she had been with Wang Zhuo for so many years.
However, her smile solidified in the next moment, and Wang Zhuo's right hand was pressed against Teng Xiuxiu's heavenly spirit. With a spit of spiritual power, she immediately decided the vitality of his wife.
Fuji Hidehide died without pain, she died in the arms of her beloved...
Holding the corpse of his deceased wife, Wang Zhuo's eyes showed sorrow. He glanced at the direction of Wang Lin's disappearance, and muttered to himself: "Wang Lin, I will not become a traitor to the Wang family, let alone let the blood of the Teng family , There is even the slightest legacy."
As he said, he knelt down to the direction of his hometown, slapped his head heavily, slapped his forehead with a palm, cut off the vitality in his body, a ray of blood shed from the corner of his mouth, looked at his wife in his arms, and fell down.
"Xiu Xiu, don't be afraid, I will accompany you..."
Wang Lin stepped on the mosquito beast, his body trembled suddenly, and he clearly felt that the light spot in the divine consciousness that represented Wang Zhuozhi had disappeared. He was silent for a while, and disappeared above the mosquitoes for a flash.
When he appeared, he was already standing next to the bodies of Wang Zhuo and his wife. Wang Lin stared at the two in a daze, with a complex color in his heart. Wang Zhuo’s choice, he already understood that he must be struggling between his relatives and his love. In the end, he can only kill the lover with his own hands to fill the guilt of the loved ones in the heart.
At the same time, after the death of his wife, he will only die, so that the love for his wife in his heart can come to a successful end.
Wang Lin was silent, his right hand was on the center of Wang Zhuo's eyebrows. Gradually, a group of faint soul fire that could dissipate at any time floated out of Wang Zhuo's forehead and was caught by Wang Lin.
He sighed and disappeared in place.
There is a huge mansion in the northeast of Zhao State. This place is the famous Wang family in the capital. At this moment, in the Wang family, a young man with white hair appeared. This person is as transparent as he walks. In the courtyard, any servants turned a blind eye to him.
After the white-haired young man walked for a while, he came to the attic of another courtyard. In the room, there was a woman lying on the bed with her abdomen slightly bulging, and she was obviously pregnant.
The young man looked a little, and there was a white light in his hand silently. He sighed softly and waved his right hand. The white light floated into it through the attic and entered the woman's belly.
Gradually merge with the baby who has not yet formed a soul in the belly...
"As a human being in this world, I must step into the realm of comprehension. Maybe someday in the future, you and I will meet one day." The white-haired young man murmured to himself and turned to leave.