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Miles away, Ghosts.

There are two candlelights in the dark stone room, and in the middle of the stone room, sitting on the culprit of the mainland turmoil, Long Zhenchuan!

Compared to a few days ago, Long Zhenchuan’s body was half thin, and there was a dark color on his cheek.

Suddenly, the two candlelights began to pick up, and the flashing light was lowered to the lowest point, and it was about to go out.

Long Zhenchuan's body trembled, his shoulders moved, and he spurted a mouthful of blood.

"Qing, Qingfeng." Long Zhenchuan whispered a word this time, he did not have the blood of his mouth, the original hot eyes, and some are exhausted!

"Master, what's wrong with you!" Long Qingfeng came in from the door and looked at the blood on the ground and Long Zhenchuan's embarrassed face was full of horror, and hurried forward to help.

"Qingfeng, my limit is coming..." Long Zhenchuan showed a touch of dead gray in his eyes.

"Master, isn't there another year? How can it be..." Long Qingfeng looked at the teacher who had been practicing himself since childhood, and his eyes showed a touch of ordinary people.

Long Zhenchuan gently shook his head and said weakly: "I was hurt by the battle of Bai Pengqi, my body has not been able to support it..."

"Master, you will not die, Bai Jinyi's pair of monks will soon come with a fire source, when Ziyun is the world of our ghosts!" Long Qingfeng holds Long Zhenchuan's hand tightly. There is a bit of unwillingness in the mouth.

Long Zhenchuan’s mouth showed a smile, and no one was clearer than himself.

The other palm slowly lifted up, and Zhao Qingfeng slowly waved his hand, and the lips with blood were gently squirming.

"Master, you said." Long Qingfeng hurriedly leaned down and put his ears to the lips of Long Zhenchuan.

"I know that these years, you have been looking for your own parents..." Long Zhenchuan's voice is extremely weak, it seems that this body has been exhausted.

The rough palm is attached to the cheek of Long Qingfeng. In the eyes of Long Zhenchuan, a rare touch of love is heard. The voice is intermittent: "I am your father..."

"Master, master..." Long Qingfeng suddenly raised his head and looked at Long Zhenchuan with a look of horror.

He couldn't imagine that his own father, who had been searching for many years, his father, was an extremely harsh master since he was a child!

"My repair is... you take it, the future of Ghost Solomon is yours, this time... you must succeed..." Long Zhenchuan's voice continually floated into Longqingfeng's ear.

The latter, since the beginning of the note, shed tears for the second time. For the first time, when he was five years old, but that time, Long Zhenchuan gave him a slap and a slap.

Since that time, Long Qingfeng has not shed tears.

"Father..." Long Qingfeng held Long Zhenchuan's upper body tightly into his arms.

......

"Master, things are refining."

Within the space, the black wind was excited and came to the side of the night feathers, holding two delicate black short swords in his hand.

The nightmare's soul-eating blade was damaged in the battle with the three elders. It has been nearly a month since the Baifu Grand Station, and everyone is coming to the vicinity of the Dragon Valley.

The sword in the hands of Tian Li is the sword of Long Fei before, but for the night feathers, the sword is too long, and the night feathers will make the black wind smelt a bit.

"It's hard." The night feathers took over two short swords. When they saw the construction of the short sword, the bottom of the night feathers flashed a glimmer of light. 166 novel reading network