Chapter 584: Human tragedy!

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Because of swallowing too many fairy beast cores, while absorbing the qi contained therein, those impurities, even toxins, are also left in the body. If there are only a small amount of impurities and toxins, you can also slowly eliminate them with the immortal method and Dao Qi. But if these impurities and toxins accumulate more than the body's burden. Either it will condense together and form a super invincible big bottleneck, so that you can't break through for life. Either directly entice you to get caught in the fire and die without burial.
But this ‘sheep peas’ in Wandong ’s hands seems to be quite extraordinary. Among them, Daoqi people, impurities and toxins are almost absent. If you swallow such a mutton bean, it would be profitable and harmless!
Such a thing is simply a treasure, even more precious than the complete Xuejing ape kernel!
"Ling Pill?" Wan Dong's heart suddenly moved, "Isn't this the pill that is popular in Daomen World?"
From the memory of Xuantian Daming God, Wan Dong knew for a long time that Daomen Great World has become an alchemy, and there are many kinds of spirits. Many of them are made from the core of fairy beasts. The functions are also very complicated, but among them, the main purpose is still to promote and repair.
The monks of the Daomen Great World refined the core of fairy beasts with various immortal grasses unheard of in the world to eliminate impurities and toxins in the core of fairy beasts, and only retained the qi contained therein It allows people to eliminate risks to the greatest extent while improving their cultivation practices.
It is precisely for this reason that those monks who specialize in alchemy in Daomen's world will be so popular and wildly enveloped by major forces.
Thinking of the ‘Sheep Bean’ in his hand, it was probably the elixir, and Wan Dong Zhi excited almost shouted.
But it didn't take long for Wan Dong's brows to wrinkle again. In the lifetime of Xuantian Daming God, how vast was the knowledge, what kind of elixir has never seen? But in the memory of Xuantian Daming God, there doesn't seem to be any kind of elixir, like this one in Wandong's hands, so ... so ugly!
The simplicity of others is either golden, crimson, green, or azure, which is more beautiful than the five-color gemstones and tempting. Even those poisonous poisons that are highly toxic are sold 11 million times better than the one in Wandong's hands.
Such a panacea, is it too much to take?
Wan Dong really wanted to pull the white flame out of his body and torture him fiercely. Drilled out silently, made such a thing silently, and drilled back silently to pretend to be innocent. Damn, do you think you are Lei Feng, do a good job without leaving a name! It ’s okay to get so many mysterious things, but it ’s not clear. This makes it clear that Wandong is scratching his ears and hanging up anxiously!
and also! The white flames come out as soon as they come out, and go back as soon as they go back. They don't pass Wandong at all. What's the matter?
This unknown thing is already terrible, and even if this unknown thing still has a home in your body, it is not as terrible as that. This is simply an untimed bomb that does not know when it will explode, and Wan Dong's depressed intestines are about to knot.
"The white flames are so self-made, it is spiritual. It seems that you have to be careful in the future!" The white flames completely ignore Wan Dong, and Wan Dong's vomiting blood is useless and sighs. Secretly admonished himself.
Looking at the 'Sheep Dooer' in his hand, Wan Dong couldn't help but make a wry smile. I hope that Ye Qingxue's girl is a person who knows the goods, otherwise, he might be annoyed.
"Help! Help!" At this moment, a hoarse and stern cry came suddenly from Wandong's front.
Wan Dong looked up and saw a man covered in blood all over his body, holding something in his arms, one leg deep, one leg shallow, desperately running towards him. And in the place ten feet behind him, two guys dressed in black, wearing skull masks, who were particularly emaciated at first glance, waving scimitars in their hands, were chasing them endlessly.
In the light of day, with two skull masks, sneaky, it is not a good thing at first glance! Wan Dong's face sank, and he put the 'sheep beanie' in his arms, with his legs pinched, and the horse greeted him.
"Hero, save my child, save my child!" Wan Dong is still some distance away from the man who was covered in blood, and the man shouted loudly, his face full of deep entreaties .
Wan Dong looked closely, and the man was about thirty or forty years old. He was dressed in a very ordinary, coarse denim blouse, with a very dark complexion, and a gully on his face.
In his body, Wan Dong couldn't feel the slightest sign of the flow of vitality, and even strengthened Wan Dong's judgment.
The warriors masked by two skeletons, as if here deliberately chasing down an ordinary peasant, what is going on?
"Child?" Wan Dong froze for a moment, only to realize that the man still held a shadow in his arms that hadn't appeared yet.
And when he saw the child, Wan Dong ’s eyes burst into light, like a three million light bulb, suddenly turned on, and his sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate a foot of a thick wooden board. Yes, it's terrifying.
This baby, who is not yet full-term, turned out to have been alive and dead for a long time.
"Hero, please, save my son. It doesn't matter if I die or not, but my son, he ... he just came into this world, he can't die, he can't die ..." The man doesn't seem to know himself yet Ying'er in his arms has passed away, or he already knows, but his subconscious mind refuses to accept this reality. Puffed up and knelt in front of Wandong, hands the baby in his arms hard, and handed it to Wandong.
But at this time, Wan Dong only found that the man's heart was still bleeding blood. Wan Dongli time understood that this man was stabbed with a sword from behind when he escaped, and the sword edge pierced his heart, and also stabbed the baby in his arms, which made this not yet full-term. Baby, he died.
Wan Dong almost stayed alone.
It stands to reason that the people who died in Wandong's hands are no longer in the minority. He is considered to be used to life and death, and he should not behave like this. The problem is that the tragic death of the baby is not yet full term. The little face is so cute, but the closed eyes are so worried. Even if this is not Wan Dong's child, Wan Dong still has a kind of heart-like feeling that was pierced with a sword, and he almost choked with pain.
What makes Wan Dong even more incredible is that the child's father, whose heart was pierced by someone, actually ... died without even holding the child and ran so far in one breath. Wan Dong couldn't believe it. This is something a mortal who has never practiced martial arts can do?
What kind of strong will it take? I am afraid that only a father ’s love for his son from the soul can do it!
"Hero, I beg you! I'll give you a head, I'll give you a head!" Seeing Wan Dong indifferent, as if he didn't mean to help, the father was even more anxious.
And whenever the father bent down and kowtowed, a bright red blood column broke out in his heart, and the stabbing Wandong's eyes hurt, and his heart hurt even more.
"Quick! Get up! I ... I promise you!" Wan Dong stretched out his hand in a hurry to help the man up.
The man hid aside, but handed the child in his arms solemnly to Wandong.
"Hero, he ... he is my son, his name is Yun'er, and I ... I will ask him to you!"
Holding Dong's cold child's body in his arms, Wan Dong's heart has never been so painful. Is there a tragedy worse than this?
Wan Dong nodded his head lightly, and only felt his head seemed to be heavy!
The man thanked Wan Dong again, and then turned his gaze full of infinite fatherly love to his son, murmured in his mouth, "Yun'er, your mother has taken a step first, your father ... I ’m leaving too. I ’ve taken you to this world, but I ca n’t accompany you to the end. This is the biggest regret for me and your mother in this life. It ’s the father and mother who are sorry for you. Will bless you underground ... "
Wan Dong is by no means a fragile person, nor a person who likes to shed tears, but at this moment, listening to the father's murmur, holding the child who has lost his body temperature, Wan Dong's tears can no longer bear Live, like a broken bead, rolling down, it can't stop.
If at this time, you can use your own life, but in return for the life of the father and son, Wan Dong will not even frown.
Wan Dong saw more deaths, but today this scene made Wan Dong truly understand the cruelty and terrible death!
The vitality of the father finally burned to the end. The voice was lower and lower, the deeper and deeper, and slowly even Wan Dong's skill, could not hear what he was talking about, just saw his lips, still trembling ... Finally, that The father's head lowered and his life came to an end.
But even at the moment of death, his eyes did not leave his son.
Is this fatherly love? It is said that the father's love is deep and not easy to detect. It will not feel its warmth and greatness until people are old and scented carefully. It's like wine. Only with the vintage, it will have an aftertaste, and you can perceive its fragrance.
But today Wandong found that the father's love can be so intense, so brilliant, so touching!
Wan Dong couldn't help but think of his father, the man who was unsmiling and very strict, who had made Wan Dong complain many times, and even hated ... The heart suddenly became warmer.
"Damn, do you think you can escape? You just fled to the horizon, and Lao Tzu will cut off your head!" The two killers wearing skull masks caught up and saw the man's body, Immediately issued a burst of cold biting, unsmiling grin. --by: dad856
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