Yingling smiled, then turned around and saw his wife standing there, her eyes red.

"Where is the child?" Yingling asked softly.

"The child is asleep..." my wife whispered.

"It's good to sleep." Yingling smiled and suddenly said, "Dad, I'll go see the child first. There's not much time left."

"Um."

The old man turned around slowly, the hero bowed deeply, and then floated to a room.

And at this moment.

"Dad!" the middle-aged man suddenly said, "I want to go to the Great Wall of Steel, too."

"Hmm?" The old man paused slightly.

The middle-aged man looked confused and said, "I want to be like my younger brother...before you!"

"It's just that, the child is unfilial... cannot serve you."

"What am I stopping you! Do I need your service?" the old man gritted his teeth and said, "Go, go! Kill one, I call your elder brother, kill two, I call your uncle, and your grandfather must call you your elder brother!"

"If you can kill ten, the family tree, you will be ahead of that ancestor! You are my ancestor of the Li family!"

"That's what it means to serve me! That's what it means to be filial! At that time, I can pat your grandfather's shoulder and say to him, look, my son is more promising than your son!"

"Let's go today! Don't say I don't need you to serve you. If you are gone, I will carry my gun! All the staff of my Li family will carry my gun!"

"Damn, the Japanese didn't even defeat us back then, and they couldn't take away an inch of our land... The ancestors of the Li family fought their lives, how could the gods dare to take it!"

"I'll pack your luggage for you myself!"

As he said that, the old man, who was over 60 years old, wiped his tears and entered the house with a cane, and actually prepared luggage for his children.

These scenes happened among countless families.

Everyone is experiencing sadness.

But sadness will never defeat the people of Daxia!

The stubbornness and strength of the people of Daxia are engraved in their bones and have been trained through countless hardships!

The only thing that sadness is the ever-increasing desire to fight!

Especially, it involves relatives and friends.

For some people in Daxia, they may be kind-hearted and look easy to bully on weekdays. Some children even swallow their anger even if they are slapped twice at school.

But if someone insults his parents and hurts his friends, even if he fights his life, even if the other person is taller than him, he will clench his fists and rush forward.

This is how people from Daxia are. I can tolerate you bullying me, but if you bully my relatives and friends, and my parents, you will never agree!

This is the bloody nature under the kindness!

Since ancient times, it has been said that the hatred of killing your father is irreconcilable!

For the family, the death of family members will not make other family members afraid of putting down their weapons, but will instead arouse a stronger desire to fight!

My younger brother is dead, my older brother is on the way!

My brother is dead, my father is over!

My father is dead, my uncle is over!

The fighting spirit that never stops! Unless a family dies, even if they die, they will have to kill the other party!

And it is these thousands of families that form the Great Xia!

Thousands of families are sad, and Daxia is sad.

But after that, there will be a more fierce fighting spirit!

And on the other side.

Lin Fan looked at compassionately with complex eyes.

"Amitabha, donor Lin, don't be so sad." The compassionate master clasped his hands together and said with a low smile: "The little monk has long thought about today."

"Everyone in the world says that my Buddhist mercy is merciful, and the great disaster comes and cannot escape the world."

"Now, my Buddhist sect has finally proved myself."

"When the disaster comes, the mountain gates are all open, and thousands of monks stand together on the Great Wall... If I saw this scene, I might curse myself."

"Or, Buddha will laugh."

The compassionate master chuckled.

Lin Fan still couldn't speak, or didn't know what to say.

Death with compassion...blame yourself!

I thought I had made complete preparations, but if I was really prepared, why would I be compassionate?

Finally, Lin Fan trembled and said, "I'm sorry, it's all because of me..."

"Donor Lin, you are too forced to yourself." The illusory body of the compassionate master patted Lin Fan's shoulder: "You always put everything on yourself, and that will be very tired."

"After all, you are just a member of Daxia."

"Behind you is Daxia, we are our 1400 million compatriots. Why do you have to bear all this yourself? We have never thought of letting you bear all this."

"Haha, stop crying." The compassionate master said helplessly: "If others see it, your ruthless image of the commander-in-chief will be gone."

"You are the Shura God who has never moved the gods. It is the belief of the warriors. How can you cry in public?"

"As for this time...haha, I also want to see what the other side looks like." The compassionate master suddenly became ferocious, he clenched his fists, and his robes were rushing. "I don't know if those gods of death can beat them."

"I want to see if the Temple of Death is powerful or my Buddha is better!"

"Buzz!"

I felt compassion for the master's dark soul body, and there was a Buddha's light bursting out, surrounded by the "卍" seal!

For a moment.

The little god of death under the city wall suddenly shook, his voice trembling: "Wori, what's the fuck..."

Why is there another even more powerful one?

"I won't say anything anymore. I'm going to find my master and my junior brother." The compassionate master suddenly said, "You must remember what I tell you."

The compassionate master pointed to the crystal clear relics in Lin Fan's hand.

After the words came, the merciful master had penetrated the Great Wall of Steel and headed straight to the area where the Buddhist disciples were stationed.

Five minutes passed soon.

In the last minute, countless heroic spirits came from all over the place and lined up on the sea again.

Silent.

Only the waves.

All the soldiers stood on the city wall, and even the soldiers who were receiving treatment in the medical room, even Xingye and others who had just woken up, could barely stand in the direction of the window, looking at the heroic spirits below.

The time for parting is here.

"salute!"

Lin Fan shouted loudly, and the dark Shura hand was raised in cooperation, as if even the evil ghosts and gods were admiring this group of great Xia heroes.

"Swish!"

Thousands of soldiers saluted!

On the sea below, 80,000 soldiers saluted the same!

Even the merciful master was wearing a cassock and saluted with his right hand!

The time is here.

The Shura divine power that briefly blocked the rules of life and death is about to be unable to hold on and gradually fade away.

Lin Fan, Old Zhang, and those heroes could see that the God of Death had slowly appeared on the sea surface. The dark cloak held the God of Death's sickle and looked at the warriors with complex eyes.

He is here to take these souls away.

"The time is here." The agent Death God looked at Mr. Zhang, and was a little cautious, as if asking for instructions. He added: "If I don't take them away, they will become lonely ghosts until they drift away."

Mr. Zhang's eyes were too long and he didn't say anything.

The agent Death breathed a sigh of relief and slowly waved his sickle.

"Swoosh!"

A dark road unfolds in the void, and the deep and dark road seems to go all the way to calm.
Chapter completed!