"Mother, I'm back."

Five simple words.

But the tears in the eyes of the child could not help but flow down.

All these years of thinking have turned into tears in my eyes at this moment.

The eyes of the young are also rolling.

"It's great, you're fine, you're okay."

There should be tears in my eyes.

I was so excited I didn’t know what to say.

This is inflamed!

Always let her care about her son.

"Well, I've forgotten my son."

Listen to this familiar voice.

Should pick a child's body a little shock!

Incredibly looking back.

In the eyes, it was a surprise!

“The Heavens!”

You should stand up from the ground.

Spikedly behind.

He fell into Lin’s arms.

The tears in his eyes could not help rolling away.

“You’re finally back, don’t leave me.”

The tears of the child should be printed on the chest of Lin Luang.

Crying constantly.

Lin Luangtian was slowly patting his right-hand man’s head.

In the eyes of the past, it was like the gentleness of spring breeze.

Lin Yan understood for a while.

Dad is not incombable, nor is he indifferent.

But because of his gentleness, it will only appear in front of her.

One time.

The battleground was all brought to life by the arrival of these three strange men.

The wanderers froze.

The warriors of the alliance of the people also froze.

They don’t know what happened.

This is exactly...

What is it?

Wu Yan looked at the very young back below.

The eyebrows are slightly wrinkled.

I don't know why.

When he saw the back.

It always feels familiar.

Even ...

There was a sense of fear in his heart.

This feeling comes out of nowhere.

This guy is only 9...

How could he have that feeling of fear?

However, compared.

The middle-aged man behind him deserves more attention.

After all, he can’t see this guy.

And see this scene.

The face of the knife was cold.

The eyes narrowed slightly.

There was a violent flame.

How dare these guys ignore him so much?

Is this the three of you so immersed in the joy of reunion?

If this is so...

Slaughter a knife in his hand.

There was a bloodthirsty smile on his mouth.

The next moment.

Brush!

This is a knife-wielding knife.

Take a step out and cut it in front of the young man who is back to him!

The face of the throes of color.

Give me death!

Slaughter a knife in the heart of the roar.

The young man did not seem to feel that the crisis had struck.

I still have a knife in my back.

Everyone can’t wait to see this bloody scene.

They all closed their eyes.

The next moment.

Bam!

A voice sounded.

The imaginary scream did not happen.

People open their eyes unconsciously.

Then I saw the mouth open.

Big enough to put a whole apple in your mouth!

See only.

The young man was still behind them.

And the knife had stopped behind the young man’s head.

But it could not fall.

This is because...

This knife was firmly held by this young man!

The head didn’t come back!

There are even tough-eyed guys.

You can see this thick knife, leaving five clearly visible fingerprints!

And at this time.

The young man seemed to finally react.

Slowly turn your head.

The five fingers pinched the knife.

The face is plain:

“Do you like to disturb people’s old narratives?”

...

Everyone was shocked.

There is silence in the place.

Some of them couldn't believe it.

A knife of the saint.

Was he stopped with his bare hands?

Or caught by a yang peak warrior!

But the facts are in sight.

And they do not believe.

And the face of the slaughter knife is red enough to drip out of the water.

in front of so many people.

Couldn't he even cut a boy at the top of the sun?

This made him very ashamed.

Then the raging force of the slaughtered body surged.

The arm is energized.

I want to take this knife out.

But the young man’s hand looked like a pliers.

Hold fast to this knife.

The lines do not move.

"Ah!Ah!Ah!"

Slaughter a knife and screaming.

A clear green line appeared around his neck.

His arms were large for a circle.

The knife was buckled.

This is a great shame for anyone.

No matter how hard he works.

But the knife still did not mean to be taken away by him.

“What’s the name, noise?”

Lin Yan's eyebrows are slightly wrinkled.

Hands down at once.

Clean up!

The knife was broken.

Then Lin Yan just shot.

The knife snored through the chest of the butcher.

The whole process took less than a breath.

The water is clean, clean!

The butcher knife seemed to have been drained of all the strength of the body.

Look at the young faces that are close at hand.

The face is incredible.

He is a saint!

The Holy Spirit... the Saints!

Pitch.

The knife fell to the ground.

Eyes widened.

The pupils are incredible.

Life quickly dissipated from him.

Saints, though reborn.

But if key parts of the heart's brain are destroyed.

The saint will also become a dead man.

Say something simple.

Saints are hard to kill.

Not like the Supreme Strong.

The immature imprint has been born in the body.

Unless the mark is destroyed.

Otherwise, a drop of blood will be restored.

With this slaughter a knife fell to the ground.

The dust of the earth...

Deadly?

Everyone was looking at the scene in front of them.

The people who had just come back to God, before and after less than ten hours, fell into silence again.

The Saints!

They are usually killed by dog slaughter!

And.

The killing is just a yang peak!

What is this?

And all the people froze.

I can’t put words on my heart’s horror!

As for the thorny in the air.

It was even more consternation!

What is he?

The face didn’t need to be remembered as hard.

It was easy to get out of his memory.

It was as if Wu Yan had been shocked by the lightning.

The whole person shivered.

This guy is not dead!

Not just not dead.

They also have such great power!

A hundred years ago, the boy killed a saint of them, and it came to mind again.

Wu Yan finally reacted.

Look at the dead body that has fallen to the ground.

He didn’t want to, and turned around and ran away.

He is self-aware that his strength is only a little stronger than a knife.

This forest can kill a knife so easily.

Dealing with him naturally is not.

More so.

The white-haired man standing behind Lin Yan.

He couldn’t see it even more!

And that feeling.