C254 End

"Patriarch ~"

Right at this moment, among the group of people who had fallen, someone suddenly called out to him with great difficulty.

When Yeh Jianhan looked over, the chest of this young man who wasn't even twenty years old had almost melted away. He was the youngest among all the victims, and also the one with the most poisonous needles on his body. Yeh Jianhan saw the situation and asked him with tears in his eyes, "Ah Qing. What else do you have to say? Just say it. I will try my best to satisfy you. "

The man named Qing smiled and gave him a sachet in his hand. "Master, please return this to Xiu-Er. Tell her that I already have someone in my heart. Tell her not to wait, because what I said before was all a lie. She's the one who's stupid, she'll believe me if I tell her. "

Yeh Jianhan was stunned. He suddenly remembered that Qing had an engagement. Just three days ago, this cheerful kid had come to his place and told him excitedly. He was going to get married at the end of this month. He remembered that the person he was going to marry was called Xiu-Er. . .

Hearing this, Yeh Jianhan hesitated. "Qing, you. . . "

"Hey, that girl is too innocent. If you don't say that, I'm afraid she will always be infatuated with me. Xiu-Er, you. . . Such a good girl. I don't want her to be a widow for me so early on. " Ye Qing suddenly smiled. However, in the eyes of the crowd, there was only sorrow.

Yeh Jianhan was immediately startled. He nodded heavily and spoke in a hoarse voice. "I understand. I will definitely tell her everything that you have said. "

"Okay, then I am relieved. " Ye Qing grinned and tried her best to squeeze out a smile. Then tears flowed out uncontrollably. Helpless, he closed his eyes and said, "If she is really sad to see you. . . Please tell her one last thing, Patriarch. If there is a next life, if there is a next life, then we can meet again. I will marry her. "

Yeh Jianhan nodded his head heavily once again.

"Actually, I don't want to die. " After saying this, Ye Qing finally stopped hiding his emotions. He shouted the name of his lover loudly and started crying. Finally, he closed his eyes helplessly.

"Family head, give me a quick death. . . "

Yeh Jianhan's tears fell like rain.

In the end, the battle started by the four families ended with Son of Misfortune's successful escape. After a period of silence, the four patriarchs gave the order to retreat.

For those who survived the battle, collecting the corpses of the dead was undoubtedly a crueler battle. It was mainly aimed at the weak human nature, and it was a psychological blow.

Xi family and Yu family were relatively lucky. Speaking of which, their two families didn't really participate in the war. Apart from some of their disciples who suffered some minor injuries, there were almost zero casualties among them. The only thing that made Xi and Yu feel bitter was the formidable strength that Yeh Jianhan had displayed in this battle. That kind of crushing power made their hearts palpitate. This also intensified their determination to make a breakthrough in the near future. They believed that when they returned, They were going to enter seclusion for a long time.

As for the Feng family, they were in a worse situation. As they understood, the Yeh family intended to use them to establish their prestige. After tidying up the corpses of their brothers, Feng Yian's face turned ashen as he led the remaining hundred men back to the north of the city. Overall, they had suffered a great loss this time.

The Yeh family was also feeling the same. At this moment, all the disciples of the Yeh family, including Yeh Jianbing, were looking at Yeh Jianhan, who was trying his best to place the corpses of their brothers on the horses.

At this moment, the patriarch, who had always been calm and composed in the eyes of others, had a gloomy face and remained silent. Just now, the sword on his waist had cut across the necks of the thirty-three men, ending their short lives.

Seeing that their supreme experts had turned from high-spirited to desolate, some people in the family stood up with heartache, hoping to help him share some of the pressure, but they were knocked down to the ground one by one without exception. Clearly, he wanted to use his own method to pay tribute to these dead lives.

After all, when he freed them, he also killed them with his own hands.

"Let's go. "

When he finally carried Qing's corpse on his back and walked towards the east with heavy steps, Yeh Jianbing and the others held the horses by their hands and followed closely. There were 32 corpses on average on the 32 horses. None of the disciples of the Yeh family mounted their horses. All of them chose to walk. They wanted to use their own ways to send their dead comrades off.

Yeh Jianhan, who was walking at the front, said. As the patriarch, he had a responsibility that he couldn't shirk. He had underestimated the power of the Pear Blossom Rain Needle. Of course, he didn't know about the existence of the Pear Blossom Rain Needle beforehand. Otherwise, he would rather fight against the three armies alone.

Grabbing the sachet that Ah Qing handed to him, he felt the weight on his back slowly disappearing. This was the first time that this Lord Ye, who was usually fearless, felt fear. He did not know what kind of attitude he should take to face the family of his compatriots. He was even a little afraid to go back.

The poor Wuding River Bone was still a person in his dream.

The only thing he could do now was to take the corpses of his brothers away from this place. They were all members of the Ye Family, so they should return to the Yeh family to be buried.

However, reality quickly denied his thoughts.

"Ding! Ding!" It was the sound of a needle hitting the ground. He stopped. His hand was empty except for a piece of clothing. He was stunned for a moment, then he put the sachet on top and looked at it thoughtfully.

Seeing this, Yeh Jianbing and the others also stopped. They carefully tidied up the clothes on the horse's back and quietly waited by the side. Without a doubt, what Yeh Jianhan would face next would be the heaviest blow in his life. Would he be able to walk out of the shadow and face it calmly, or would he be depressed and unable to recover?

Yeh Jianbing and the others did not hesitate to choose the former. Sure enough, after they waited for half an incense stick of time, Yeh Jianhan suddenly pulled out his long sword. The cold sword was coated with a layer of gold under the setting sun. Yeh Jianhan tilted his sword towards the sky and shouted like thunder. "Send off the thirty-three heroes of Yeh family!"

"Clang!" "* Clang! *" "Clang!" . . .

Immediately, everyone raised their swords high. Under the illumination of the setting sun, the expressions of these people from the Yeh family became solemn, as if they were carrying out a sacred ceremony.