Zhou Yuan led his troops to kill him, but Fan Tianzeng had already fallen into a pool of blood.
Zhou Yuan vaguely remembered that he rushed over crying and helped his best brother up.
His body was riddled with holes and his eyes were dull as he lay in Zhou Yuan's arms.
Fan Tianzeng choked up and said: "Zhou Yuan, brother, I was wrong. Dreams are not important. What is important is family. If I could turn back time, I would still come back to protect my sister without hesitation, even if I die!"
"After I die, I will be buried outside Fanjia Village. No lavish burial is allowed. Just prepare a coffin for me and bury it. Leave it to my sister so that she can find a place to complain in the future. Brother, take care of me.
In heaven, I will protect you."
"Ahhhhh!"
Zhou Yuan hugged Fan Tianzeng's body, looked up to the sky and roared, tears rolling down his face.
Fan Tianzeng fell quietly into his arms without closing his eyes.
Zhou Yuan knew that even though he said this, he still had not given up on the dream in his heart. He was unwilling to die like this.
However, for the sake of his family and his villagers, he said he would still choose this way.
The next day, Zhou Yuan buried Fan Tianzeng outside the village, and all the villagers saw him off.
When he was buried, Zhou Yuan said: "Tian Zeng, don't worry, I will fulfill your dream for you. I will become Long Dian's war master for you, lead Long Dian, and defend our Daxia to the death!"
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Trapped in endless memories, time flies by, and several years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Yuan stood in front of Fan Tianzeng's grave and was speechless for a long time.
At this time, a burst of footsteps suddenly came from behind.
A woman about twenty-one years old, dressed in ordinary clothes, walked slowly over, holding flowers. Although she was not gorgeously dressed, she had a beautiful face and a nearly perfect figure.
"Is that you? Yuanlong Zhanzun!" The woman lightly opened her red lips and shouted softly.
Hearing this voice, Zhou Yuan turned around.
When his eyes fell on this woman, he immediately said: "Weiwei, I haven't seen you for several years. You have grown into a big girl."
The woman's name is Fan Weiwei, and she is Fan Tianzeng's sister.
Fan Weiwei was only seventeen years old when the accident happened.
"Are you here?" Fan Weiwei said when she saw Zhou Yuan.
When Fan Tianzeng died, Zhou Yuan presided over the funeral, so Fan Weiwei recognized Zhou Yuan. Later, she also learned that the brother who lived and died with her brother in the past had become the Lord of Dragon Peak.
Zhou Yuan said nothing.
Fan Weiwei came over, placed the flowers in front of the grave, and bowed. Then she said, "I knew you would come here again one day, so I come here every day to see if anyone comes."
Zhou Yuan said: "Four years have passed in a flash, and this is my first time here in four years."
Fan Weiwei said: "Then the fact that you can come here means that you have lost your way, right? My brother said at the beginning that although you seem to have no dreams, you understand it very well in your heart. He said that you have great ambitions and will have great ambitions in the future.
You will definitely become a talent!"
"I let your brother down." Zhou Yuan said.
"Maybe!"
Fan Weiwei pursed her lips and smiled, looking at the grave quietly: "If it were my brother, he would not be as tolerant as you now. My brother said that a man stands between heaven and earth, how can he be coerced by others?"
Fan Weiwei added: "My brother also said that every strong person has to step on thousands of skeletons to get up. What is a strong person? A strong person has long put life and death out of the question, and has long been ignored by rumors and rumors.
The journey of the strong is destined to be filled with endless loneliness."