The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

"What do you think?"

Ye Mo stroked Wang Tian's brain and showed a kind smile. At this moment, he was older, his hair was white, and there were many wrinkles on his face.

In these years, he told his story to Wang Tian and Wang Nian. From beginning to end, they did not know that their grandfather was Ye Mo.

"Of course, the evil is invincible, and Ye Mohe will certainly be able to stop the Yiwu Emperor."

Wang Tian said with a firm face: "In the future, I also want to be a big hero like Ye Mo."

"When Ye Mo is a hero, is that okay?"

Ye Mo could not help but ask two children.

"Of course, the man should have a role. The father taught us that my brother must protect his brother. Since he became a brother, he must protect his brother and not let his brother be bullied."

Wang Tian said innocently.

Wen Yan, Ye Mo also has a touch of touch, touched Wang Tian's head, said: "Wang Tian, ​​Wang Nian, time is not early, you should go home to rest, be careful on the road."

"Yes grandfather, you have to rest early, be careful!"

Wang Nian’s voice said to her voice.

"Reassure, your grandfather is physically tough!"

Ye Mo coughed a few times and sent the two children to the door, which was the closed door.

Today, he is truly a mortal, ordinary warrior, will get sick, will be old.

The night is coming!

In the darkness, Ye Mo sat alone in the room, looking through the window, looking at the darkness in front of him, his eyes sorrow, but also quietly flashed.

It has been 30 years since he arrived at Wang Xing. Wang Xing also spent one-third of his life. In another 50 years, Wang Xing is really going to spend the end of his life.

At this moment, time is on them, so it is not enough.

In the past thirty years, Ye Mo has completely turned into an old man. His teeth are gone, his hair is completely white, his body is also smashed, and some old people in the village and his peers have all passed away.

Wang Xing, who is already in his 60s, is not in the village, but Wang Tian and Wang Nian are not in the village. As early as ten years ago, Wang Tian and Wang Nian left a paper letter and left the village. It is to pursue the martial arts.

For more than ten years, Wang Tian and Wang Nian did not return to the village.

Wang Xing knows that Wang Tian and Wang Nian are fierce and sorrowful, and they are likely to die outside.

"Hey, I should have listened to you in the past, and I will not let Wang Tian and Wang Nian go to pursue the vain martial arts."

Wang Xing was crying and mourning. In the past, he wanted to pursue the martial arts and was stopped by Ye Mo. Later, his two sons wanted to pursue the martial arts. He did not break the thoughts of the two.

"Maybe, they both have cultivated and succeeded, just because of certain things, they can't get away."

Ye Mo lay on the chair and comforted Wang Xing.

"Hey, you don't have to comfort me. They have been gone for more than ten years. It is impossible for them to return because they can't get away from it. In those years, I should have broken their thoughts."

Wang Xing shook his head and wiped the tears on his face. "When I am old, I am afraid no one will mention me to the end."

Hearing words, Ye Mo did not speak, Wang Tian and Wang Nian were born to die, he did not know, he also leaned on the chair and slowly fell asleep.

Wang Xing gave Ye Mo a good quilt and rested on the side. Now, the two sons are gone, and he is always with Ye Mo. He knows clearly that Ye Mo is not much time.

Moreover, he also knows one thing. He is Ye Mozhen. He has never asked Ye Mo who his own biological parents are. In his eyes, Ye Mo is his father and raised his life.

In the past two decades, Ye Mo has gradually grown old, but he has not passed away. He is not a mortal body after all, and Wang Xing’s wife has passed away. Wang Xing has been crying for a long time.

As for Wang Xing, he is already over 80 years old. Ye Mo has already noticed that Wang Xing’s essence of life has gradually dried up. In a few years, he will also drive to the west.

Ye Mo is lying on the bed, Wang Xing is sitting on the edge of the bed, the two of his later years, a little bit bleak.

"Hey, are you a warrior, right?"

Wang Xing's dry palm, slightly shaking the hand of Ye Mo, whispered: "Now, you are already over a hundred years old, but your spirit is better than me, ordinary people can not do this. You must be a warrior, and you are still a very powerful warrior."

"Ok!"

Ye Mo nodded and said: "When your mother entrusted you to me, I hope that you will not have to practice martial arts, let you spend this life in an ordinary way."

Wang Xing looked at Ye Mo, and his body bones shook a little. He squatted directly in front of Ye Mo and said, "Hey, thank you, thank you for giving me this ordinary life. I have been content with this life!"

Three years later, Wang Xing finally fell, his body was completely exhausted, and his whole body was thin and thin, without any trace of blood.

Ye Mo Wang Wang Wang, who was lying in bed, did not speak. The baby who was brought back by him in the end was finally going to the end of life.

Originally, to use Ye Mo’s means to save Wang Xing’s life, it’s just a matter of raising his hand. However, he did not do this. He is now just an ordinary warrior. What he can do is to let him enter the earth.

"Oh, hey, I regret it, I regret it! Wang Tian and Wang Nian, my two children, I really miss them, why do I keep their martial arts thoughts?"

Wang Xing took Ye Mo’s hand and his voice was as light as a mosquito.

Ye Mo did not speak, just calmly looked at Wang Xing, the world, and did not regret medicine.

Moreover, the departure of Wang Tian and Wang Nian may have something to do with him. If he does not tell them their own stories, perhaps they will not have the idea of ​​martial arts.

It is easy to talk to two ordinary people who want to pursue the martial arts.

"Wang Xing, they are already dead, and it is useless to regret it."

Ye Mo said.

"I just missed them~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Wang Xing looked at it, slowly closed his eyes, the death of his body, but also the more intense, the slightly old face, showing a trace of sadness.

Even if he died, he regretted having two people think about martial arts.

boom!

However, at this time, the door of the wooden house was kicked directly. Two fine men rushed in and squatted down. They all had tears in their eyes and shouted: "Oh, my son is not filial, he can’t give it. You are finished!"

I don’t know if Wang Xing has heard it. I don’t know, Wang Tian and Wang Nian finally came back at the moment of his death. However, Wang Xing has a smile, driving the crane to the west, and walking peacefully. It is.

"father!"

Wang Tian and Wang Nian left tears and kept crying.

Ye Mo sighed slightly and touched the heads of the two men. In the eyes, there was also a shimmer of light. At this time, he seemed to understand that the difference between life and the gods.