Chapter 968 Regret

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Haitang and Fengxin did not survive for too long in the pursuit of Ruoyu and Huajian. Although they used various means to fight and retreat during the detour, and also released the second batch of mechanical killer bees to delay, Ruoyu's personal strength advantage is still very obvious.

Even if Ruoyu did not open the soul at this moment, her physical skills were enough to suppress the two C-level combat ability players; what's more... she had Huajian to assist her. Under the premise that both sides had medical assistance players and the number of people was equal, it was simply to see how strong the other main combat player was.

Obviously, in this terrain and at this distance, players who specialize in shooting are at a disadvantage; when they meet an opponent like Ruoyu, they can only admit that they are unlucky...

So, after nearly ten minutes of escape, attack, defense and entanglement, the death of [Iron Haitang] and [Fengxin] was heard by their teammates.

At this time, [Blood Rose] had also been forced into a desperate situation by the Blood Corpse God...

Even though the Blood Corpse God was not in its prime, it was still very easy for him to launch [Fear Projection] in a small range.

Under the pressure of the rising fright value, Blood Rose's performance was obviously affected. Facing a boss-level summoned creature like the Blood Corpse God, which has extremely powerful physical skills and high-speed regeneration ability, once ∽ loses his composure, it is almost impossible to turn the situation around.

To make matters worse... Wang Tanzhi also quickly rushed to the Blood Corpse God to help, so that Blood Rose's last hope of survival - "holding on until the Blood Corpse God's duration ends" was declared shattered.

This semi-final has come to this point. The victory or defeat... is basically clear.

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In the early morning, soft light passed through the mist and lit up a pink sunrise in the cherry tree garden.

At this moment. On the ground covered with fallen cherry blossoms, a lying, cold corpse... gradually recovered its body temperature.

Her chest began to rise and fall again.

Her face gradually became rosy.

Her appearance, skin and body shape... all returned to the state of a young girl.

Not long after, Lin Yan opened her eyes.

And the first person she saw... was Feng Bujue.

"You..." Lin Yan did not show much excitement. She was still a little confused at the moment, "Is this... a dream..."

"No." Feng Bujue was sitting cross-legged beside her at this time. He stared at her with dead eyes and said, "If you have something to say to me that can only be said in a dream, or something to do to me that can only be done in a dream. I advise you to give up this idea immediately."

His words made Lin Yan sober up a lot.

"I..." Lin Yan supported her body and sat up, "I... am not dead?"

"Dead." Feng Bujue replied, "About three cups of tea."

"Then I..." Lin Yan wanted to ask something else. But when the words came to her lips. Her sight happened to sweep across Cao Qin not far away.

At this time, Eunuch Cao was leaning against a cherry tree. For some reason... his black hair had turned completely white, and his skin had become dry and wrinkled.

But... Lin Yan recognized him at a glance. Even though he had aged several dozen years in an instant, she still recognized that this old man was her adoptive father.

"Adoptive father!" Lin Yan exclaimed, quickly stood up and walked over. She grabbed the old man's arm and asked with concern. "Adoptive father, what's wrong with you?"

"Hehe... Adoptive father is fine..." Cao Qin showed a relieved smile on his face. He looked at Lin Yan deeply, "I... I'm just tired... It's time to rest."

"This..." Lin Yan's eyes were moist in an instant. She turned back with grief and anger and glared at Feng Bujue, "Did Feng do something to you?"

"Hey, hey... Blame me again?" Feng Bujue said, and stood up and patted the dust off his body.

"No... Yan'er, you misunderstood..." Cao Qin's voice sounded weak, but he still tried his best to raise his voice and said, "If it weren't for Master Feng's help, you wouldn't be able to come back to life."

"What on earth is this..." Lin Yan looked at Cao Qin in confusion, "...what on earth is going on?"

"To put it simply..." Feng Bujue saw that Cao Qin had difficulty speaking, so he took the lead and said, "Your adoptive father gave up his cultivation and combined with my special mental method to revive you."

In fact, this matter is not complicated in detail...

First, Cao Qin passed all the skills of the supreme and unique skills he realized when he entered the Tao - [Daoguo Jue] (one of the two secrets of Cao Gonggong, the other is the Sunflower Manual) to Feng Bujue.

Then, Brother Jue used the instant output generated by the NPC burning out its own data strength... to improve the efficiency of rewrite in one breath.

In the next period of time, the effect of rewrite is not just "making a certain target rewind to the state a few seconds ago". This ability can actually do a lot of things...

In a few seconds, Feng Bujue completed a series of operations in his brain with zero time difference calculation. Then he transferred the [Immortal Power] (the ability to revive once) given to him by the [Staff of Asclepius] to Lin Yan by rewriting and guiding the data, and made slight adjustments to the effect.

So... the scene of resurrection just now was staged.

Of course, there are reasons why Feng Bujue used "simple" words for Lin Yan: firstly, because Lin Yan would not understand the meaning of words like rewrite even after hearing them; secondly... naturally... Because saying the name of this move during the game would leak information.

"Father...is this true?" Lin Yan looked at Cao Qin.

"Yan'er..." Cao Qin did not answer this question because he had no energy left to say one more word.

At this moment, the face of this peerless expert was filled with a look of exhaustion. He was saving his last strength and just wanted to finish what he wanted to say...

"Father... no... I, Cao Qin... I'm sorry for you." Cao Qin's breathing became heavy.

"Father...you...what do you mean..." Lin Yan was very smart, and she had already vaguely guessed something. But she didn't want to reveal it.

"You shouldn't hate Feng Bujue. The person you should hate... is me..." Cao Qin said, "I was the one who killed you..."

"No! Foster father!" Lin Yan interrupted him decisively. "Stop talking...sit down first and let me use my energy to heal you..."

"Ha... Silly boy..." Cao Qin laughed bitterly and replied, "With my pulse... I think I can still withstand the transfer of skills?"

Lin Yan's expression changed suddenly when he heard this.

Become desperate and helpless...

If it weren't for the huge fluctuations in his emotions and thoughts, Lin Yan would have noticed when he grabbed Cao Qin's arm... Eunuch Cao's body was now like a dangerous building that could collapse at any time. All the beams, columns, and walls in the building have been pulled out or are damaged. Even a breeze from the outside may cause it to collapse completely...

"Haah...haah..." Lin Yan's eyes were distracted. Breathing heavily, she tried her best to calm down and think of a way...

"Seal the hostess!" She was really smart, so she quickly thought of the only feasible way.

Lin Yan suddenly rushed to Feng Bujue. Kneel down hard. He shouted hoarsely: "Please save my adoptive father!"

"This..." Feng Bujue only had time to reply with one word.

Lin Yan was already kowtowing on the ground: "Please! Please... As long as you save my adoptive father, I will do anything! I will be a cow or a horse for you... I will give it to you..."

"Get up..." Brother Jue supported her with one hand to stop her from further self-mutilation, shook his head and sighed, "Your adoptive father did not save you to see you being used as a horse for others. "

"If you don't save him... I won't get up!" Lin Yan was still kneeling, but Feng Bujue held his shoulders and could no longer kowtow.

"It's not that I don't want to save. It's just that I can't help it." Feng Bujue said again.

"No... you can even save the dead..." Lin Yan seemed unwilling to accept the fact, she begged with soft sobs. "Please...lord of the dormitory...please..."

"That's enough!" Feng Bujue shouted loudly, which frightened Lin Yan to stop crying.

"Your foster father gave up his cultivation, immortality, and his ideals...just to let you live again in this world..." Brother Jue said sternly to Lin Yan, "... …This is the way of salvation he chose, and you should fulfill it.”

Lin Yan was rendered speechless by what he said. Suddenly she turned around and crawled to Cao Qin's side on her knees.

"Father...I..." Lin Yan choked with sobs and wanted to say something, but it was hard to express in words.

"I understand..." Cao Qin said, "I understand everything..." He shook his head, "Unfortunately... I understood too late." He paused for a few seconds and then continued with difficulty, "Yan'er, listen to me. "Say..." He secretly took a breath and prepared to explain the last paragraph, "My foster father has done many evil things in his life. In the first half of his life, he was very ambitious and killed countless people for his own selfish desires. In the second half of his life, he believed that he had broken through the world of mortals and pursued the principles of justice... But Still killing countless people. In the final analysis, I just found different excuses for what I did.

The Lord of the Feng Lao is right, no matter whether this world will become what I ideally want... people like me are not tolerated by others.

People like me... don't deserve your forgiveness, let alone your gratitude.

Today, I can exchange my life for yours... My adopted father will die without regrets. "

"Father..." Lin Yan sobbed softly. She did not dare to interrupt Cao Qin because she was afraid that he would be speechless after being interrupted.

"Yan'er..." Cao Qin continued, "My adoptive father knows that you are kind-hearted... In fact, you don't want to hate anyone, but in order to be my 'chess piece', in order to become what I want you to become, That kind of person, you force yourself to hate Feng Bujue, force yourself to become the 'King of Hell'." When he said this, his face was completely pale, "From now on, you will never do this again... You have to live well and live for yourself..."

After all, he is a master of the generation. Even in this near-death situation, he can still complete the whole paragraph: "The master of Feng Lao and I... have made arrangements. From today on, the 'King of Hell' has already Dead, the only one alive... is Lin Yan; no one in the world or the court will ask for news about you again. You can leave this valley and go outside... to live what you want..."

Cao Qin...after all, he couldn't finish everything he wanted to say.

Life is always like this. There is no "everything is ready" for anything, and no one is "foolproof." Each of us comes to this world in varying degrees of panic, and we will all be in a moment that we did not expect. leave.

If regret is a kind of beauty, only those with strong hearts can truly appreciate it.

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Late autumn, the setting sun.

For decades, the fog in the Burial Valley...dispersed for the first time.

Yesterday, many people came here, and most of them stayed on this land forever.

But some people left alive.

Feng Bujue and his teammates left... They turned into white light and disappeared without saying hello to anyone.

Yuan Qi and the surviving martial arts heroes also left... When Yuan Alliance Leader left, he also took away Cao Qin's instructions, as well as the secrets of "No Breath Skill", "Four Elephants Magic Skill" and "Mountain Moving Iron Hand", which can be said to be a full load.

Later, the title of "Martial Arts Alliance Leader" accompanied Yuan Qi for many years.

Who would have thought that this mediocre man who had accomplished nothing before the age of 30 would become an immortal legend in the world; after that day, he was not only the nominal leader, but also the "invincible" and "true" martial arts supreme.

Under Yuan Qi's leadership, the entire martial arts world was stable, prosperous, and peaceful.

Ironically, a hundred years after Yuan Qi's death, an unprecedented dispute broke out in the martial arts world in order to compete for the throne of the leader and the "martial arts heritage" left by Yuan Qi. In the end, the court took advantage of the situation to intervene and reap the benefits.

Since then, there has been no more martial arts in this world.

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How long is a person's life? It passes like morning frost. Time will never come again, and the flowers will never be in the sun again.

Decades later, it was the same late autumn.

A woman, leading a camel, came to the Zangxin Villa.

The once prosperous villa has changed a lot, and now only ruins remain.

But the strange cherry blossoms that bloom in autumn still bloom on time every year.

In the morning, the woman came under a cherry tree.

She looked at the cherry tree in front of her, stood for a few seconds, then took a pot of wine from the belt around her waist, took a sip, and chanted with a little bit of alcohol-

"The world's ups and downs are created by our generation,

Once we enter the world, time will rush us.

The imperial plan and hegemony are in the midst of laughter and chat,

It's not as good as a drunken life..."

When she chanted to this point, she gently stretched out her jade fingers, lowered the wine pot, and let the wine flow under the tree.

"... Raising a sword, riding a horse and waving ghost rain,

The corpses are like mountain birds flying in fright.

The world is like tides and people are like water,

I can only sigh that few people return to the world..."

The wine has run dry, but the poem has not been finished.

Her voice is still very pleasant, but her tone is tired. She still looks very young, but her eyes are full of vicissitudes.

"…The returnee is lonely and tired,

The beauty has turned white and the curtains are hanging.

Don't ask about the three thousand things in the world,

Pick up the flowers and drink the remaining cup of wine."

She raised her neck, poured the last few drops of wine in the pot into her mouth, and then turned around...

At this time, a breeze blew and blew her long hair.

It was white hair.

As white as snow.

And under the white hair that fluttered in the wind, it was the face of a young girl.

Every year on this day, she would come back here.

Perhaps, she just came to see an old friend and pick up a memory.

Or perhaps, she was looking forward to...a reunion, an encounter. (To be continued...)