Zuo Pojun sighed a long time ago, and he stepped forward a few steps before Shen Xiaoyao, with heavy words on his face: "I never thought that Shen Xiaoyao, who knew his name for a long time, was Feng Qinghan's son. I saw your father when I was a child. I also experienced the events of that year because I traveled with my father and saw them with my own eyes. My father has been talking about it over the years... I was born myself, and the Zuo family has encountered two major disasters. Once, it was solved by my second brother, and it made my Zuo family and the biggest enemy in the Holy Land unable to recover, and the other time... it was resolved by your father and resolved by life. Grandpa Murong and Mu

Uncle Rong was led away by the trick of luring the tiger away from the mountain, and his father was almost instigated, but at the last moment, your father appeared... Because he had wind power and had extremely fast speed, Grandpa Murong and others who were transferred quickly discovered something was wrong, so he, who was the fastest, rushed back as fast as possible, and it was your father who protected my father's life and hanged more than 20 people from the Moluo Palace with the wind blade. However, during this process, he was shot sixteen times. When Grandpa Murong and the others rushed back and finally drove away the people from the Moluo Palace, your father was already dying. Before his death, he prayed to my father and others to take good care of his wife and two sons so that they could have food and clothing..."

Shen Xiaoyao's shoulders were trembling, and his head was buried deep in his knees, so that people could not see his tears.

Ye Tianxie, Su Feifei and others also listened quietly. They did not expect that there was such a past. Shen Xiaoyao... actually had such a relationship with the Zuo family and Murong family.

"My dad asked someone to take your father's body back to your hometown, but when he got there, your home had been burned to ruins. Among the ruins were many burnt corpses. In terms of body shape, there were adults and children. At that time, we thought you had already suffered revenge from the Moluo Palace and all died... After all, if it weren't for your father's quick return, they had already succeeded. Those crazy and inhumane people were extremely hated. Even if Feng Qinghan died, they would have to take revenge for cruelly...... My dad blamed himself for this incident for a long time, and often sighed that he should have thought of the movements of the Moluo Palace and sent someone to protect you... Unexpectedly, you... are still alive."

Zuo Pojun squatted down and patted Shen Xiaoyao on the shoulder: "Xiaoyao, I, Zuo Pojun, may have a bad temper and are not good at speaking, but I never say hypocritical words that go against my heart. In this life, the two people I am most grateful to are the second brother and the other, your father. He has great kindness to my Zuo family. In those years, we have no way to repay, and now, you appear... and you are still my teammate, a teammate of the same mercenary group. I can't say anything too grateful. I just want to say, if you want friends, I, Zuo Pojun, will be your most loyal friend. If you want relatives, then I am your biological brother. You call the second brother and the eldest brother, then I am your second brother. What do you have in the future? Even if you ask me, whoever you want to bully you, ask me Zuo Pojun first!"

Murong Qiushui also came over, his expression was particularly complicated. Standing next to Zuo Pojun, he said quietly: "The wind-type superpower is extinct. On a trip, my father smelled the wind-type superpower on a person and invited him to join the holy realm. He agreed happily and said that his ability that he had hidden for a long time and dared not reveal was finally available. So he joined the holy realm... Huh, if my father had not met your father that day, your family must be still very complete now. Your childhood will be a perfect childhood, and your relatives will be with you." Murong Qiushui

Close your eyes and whispered: "I never allow others to hate me, but you hate me, I accept it calmly. After all, I am the son of Murong Hongyi. I don't want to say that it is a tragedy caused by our sanctuary. You are a person who has been regarded as a partner and friend by me, and my friend's life has turned into misery and desolation because of my father. I have a feeling of being unable to forgive myself. If you want to hate me and hate my father, just hate it as much as you want. If you want to hit me and scold me, I will never fight back. Even if you want to call me a shemale, I will never care. I just hope that you will still treat me as a partner and as a friend..."

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Shen Xiaoyao covered his face with both hands, cried unscrupulously, heart-wrenchingly...

He promised his mother to live strongly and never shed a single tear again, but no matter how much he suppressed it, he could not curb the tears under the impact of emotions...

Every word and every word of their words hit the deepest part of their hearts, subverting the world that had been subverted... They are the evil heaven who dominated the game world, the only daughter of the richest man in Asia, the only son of the Zuo family, the young master of the holy realm, the devil's eyes and demon's claws of the immortal reincarnation... And he is just a humble person who is notorious, has done countless evil things, has enemies everywhere, and will be chased like a rat crossing the street,...

But they said such words to him...

There is no hypocrisy, no artificiality, every sentence comes from the heart, and every word makes his heart tremble...

Mom, you must be the same as Sister Feifei said, looking at me in heaven, right? Then did you hear it? Did you see it? They are willing to be my relatives, my friends, that kind of real relatives, real friends...

Mom, I will live faster than anyone else, and I will live freely than anyone else. You named me "Xiaoyao", I must hope that I can be free and carefree... I will do it, and I will do it, because now I have relatives and friends, please, Dad and Brother, watch me in heaven together...

Yes...I have relatives and friends again...

It is worth using life and everything to protect and follow relatives and friends.

Thank you... I once again felt the warm sunshine... I saw the beauty of this world, and the beautiful hope and the front.

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Lost City Arena Arena 001, Game 5.

Thirty seconds before the start of the game, Murong Qiushui was already standing on the stage, holding the hand gently in his hand, making countless people drool and frightened countless people. In this competition, his goal was no longer to get as many pre-test ranking as possible, but... King! He said that before he met the king, no one would stop him, and the person who stopped him from meeting the king again would die!

In front of him, a middle-aged woman in big red clothes stood at this time. The fiery red clothes were like burning flames. Her entry made all the players watching the live broadcast scream in surprise.

The Red Devil is a well-known name for Chinese players. Her reputation has been in the virtual game industry in China for ten years. As the deputy captain for two consecutive terms, she led the Chinese team to participate in the debates of various countries. She is also famous internationally. In addition, as a woman, her fans are all over the country.

"Red Devils! Come on!!"

"Let's see what is the strongest fire!"

"Sister Hong! This time the debate between the countries must achieve better results than last time! Try to enter the top five!!"

The cries in his ears were all aimed at the opponent. Murong Qiushui turned a deaf ear and played with the energy gun in his hand in an elegant posture. The game time entered the final countdown. He raised his mouth and curled it: "Red Devil? Do you want to see hope or death?"

Red Devil: "…"

The Red Devil has not answered yet, and the prompt sound just sounded at this time:

"Ding... Left side: Tianhun Mercenary Group belongs to: Qiu Shui Yiren, Level: 51, Occupation: None—vs—Right side: Red Cross-Strait Mercenary Group belongs to: Red Devil, Level: 52, Occupation: Fire Wizard, the competition begins!"

Whoosh...

As the prompt sound fell, a sharp scream that almost tore the human eardrums out. A black shadow shot out from Murong Qiushui, bringing up a straight black line, passing through the Red Devil's body, and ending on the colorless barrier...

-13900!

"Ding...Congratulations to the player 'Qiu Shui Yiren' for winning and entering tomorrow's top 16."

call……

Murong Qiushui turned around and let out a gentle breath at the muzzle: "It's a pity that you see the god of death."

The game timer stayed on the 04-second number.

The very famous Red Devil was killed instantly.

After all, the bloody air teeth are energy guns, not bows. The speed of the dark bullet is too fast, and at such a distance, the root cannot escape. Even the king cannot move his body to avoid it when facing the "Kiss of Death", but rely on an absolute avoidance technique to transform his body into a virtual body in a short time. And if it is the Red Devil... being killed instantly is her only ending.
Chapter completed!