When Langri exhausted his strength step by step and finally saw the house where the wolf-slaying tribe was standing, Langri accelerated his pace of going home despite the pain.

When he stepped into the wolf-slaying tribe, Lang Ri was shocked. The former prosperous and beautiful wolf-slaying tribe, the white walls and blue roofs, had become a ruin, and only a few burnt black charred roofs that had almost collapsed were stalked there.

"How could this happen?" Langri ran and said to himself. There were no living people on the roadside, only some dead people, either split or burned beyond recognition.

"How could this happen!" Lang Ri ran inward, no longer caring about his injuries. "Is there anyone, Haoyue, Uncle Coper!"

An ominous premonition arose, suddenly, Lang Ri saw the limping Wu Na.

"Wu Na!" Langri ran towards him as if he saw a savior, "Wu Na!" Langri grabbed him.

Wu Na's legs were broken, his body was covered with scars, and he slowly turned his head to look at Yi Langri, "Yi Langri, you have the face to come back!" Wu Na almost gritted his teeth and said something, and hatred burst out in his eyes. He couldn't believe that this person would dare to return to the wolf-slaying clan after poisoning and killing people.

"Wu Na, what's wrong with you?" Lang Ri didn't know what was going on, so he didn't let go, "What's wrong with your injury?"

Wu Na looked around, looking for something that could be used as a weapon, suddenly saw the wooden stick falling from the burnt house. Wu Na supported himself and picked up the wooden stick and beat Langri.

Lang Ri was shocked and had no time to dodge. Wu Na knocked Lang Ri to the ground with one stick.

"Wu Na, what are you doing!" Lang Ri protected his head with his arm. He didn't know how he offended Wu Na.

"Come here, Yi Langri is here, Yi Langri is back, come here!" Wu Na hit Lang Nilai's already injured body with a stick. Lang Ri just held his head and dragged his injured leg forward.

"Wu Na, stop, what's wrong with you!" Lang Ri's struggle and shouting were almost in vain. The wooden stick in Wu Na's hand had no intention of stopping.

The stick hit Langri's head and blood immediately flowed.

Langri reached out and held the wooden stick in Wu Na's hand, "Wu Na! What are you going to do!"

"Kill you, Yi Langri!" Wu Na's hatred remained unabated. With his call, some people came one after another, holding weapons in their hands. When they saw Yi Langri, they came up without saying a word and beat Langri up like Wu Na.

Langri hugged his head helplessly, not knowing what to do or who could save him.

"Stop!" A familiar voice came from behind the crowd surrounding him. The people who beat Langri gradually stopped and made a way out.

Lang Ri was covered in blood, and the blood blurred his gaze. He raised his head and saw Haoyue coming in his blood-red gaze.

Haoyue's hair was messy, her cheeks were sunken, and her sea-blue eyes no longer shone with dazzling brilliance like before.

"Hao———————” Lang Ri called her weakly, and he stretched out his hand to reach Haoyue.

Haoyue walked up to him and stood straight, looking down at Langri's expression as if looking down at someone who made her hate her deeply.

"Haoyue," Lang Ri still called her name loudly. His bloody hands touched Haoyue's legs and rubbed them with bright red.

Haoyue looked at him blankly, with no emotion in her eyes.

"Haoyue," Seeing that her expression was even more desperate than the countless pains on him, Lang Ri didn't know what he could say, but just kept calling her name, hoping that Haoyue would no longer look at him so resolutely.

Haoyue raised her legs and Lang Ri's hands were frozen there.

"Please get him up." Haoyue gave the order ruthlessly, and several people set up Lang Ri, and Lang Ri was finally able to look at Haoyue in a right direction.

His blood flowed down his body, ticking on the ground.

Langri looked at Haoyue and just watched it. The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time. "Haoyue," Langri called her name again, "Do you believe me?"

Haoyue coldly refused him, without saying anything, and that look seemed to mean everything.

"Do you believe me?" Langri refused to give up and asked her again.

"Yi Langri, do you know what it means to come back?" Haoyue called himself Yi Langri. Langri knew that Haoyue had misunderstood him this time, and I'm afraid he couldn't explain it clearly.

Langri shook his head weakly, and thousands of words seemed to be stuck in his throat at this moment.

"You killed my father, right?" Haoyue asked him quietly.

Langri closed his eyes and nodded.

Haoyue smiled sadly, and the voice began to shrill as she smiled, "Why!"

Langri sighed, "Because your father asked me to do this."

"Don't argue with Yi Langri anymore. Are you doing this for the position of the wolf-slaying sword or the leader?" At some point, Ke Bona came out of the crowd.

Langri slowly raised his head and looked around. The angry eyes could not help tearing him apart at this moment. Langri smiled bitterly, and finally returned to Haoyue's face.

"Do you believe me?" Lang Ri stopped looking at others, but just looked at Haoyue. He could no longer care about other people's gaze. At this moment, he only had her in his heart, as long as Haoyue believed in himself.

Haoyue raised her hand, and there was a dagger in her hand. She picked up the dagger and poked it on Langri's chest.

Langri leaned back involuntarily, and people held him up. Langri looked at Haoyue calmly. Haoyue pulled out his dagger and stabbed Langri on the shoulder again.

Langri looked at her blankly, losing consciousness and blood was flowing. There was no part of Langri's body that was stained with his own blood.

Haoyue's eyes were filled with tears. She bit her lips and bit her hard until her lower lip was bitten out of blood.

Haoyue's hand was released and the dagger was inserted into Langri's shoulder.

Langri smiled at the corner of his lips, "It's better to let me die in your hands."

"Take him away and lock him up first." Haoyue turned around, stopped looking at him, and said coldly.

People obediently dragged Langri away. Langri was held like this, and his feet made deep marks on the ground. He kept looking at Haoyue's back until he could no longer see her. Langri closed her eyes and knew nothing.

If there is a god, please let me die at this moment. If there is a god, please let Haoyue stop hating me. As long as she can stop hating me, I am willing to die now.

Langri was thrown into the wolf-slaying tribe dungeon. When his body was thrown heavily on the ground, the muffled sound and dust rose everywhere.

Someone next door was singing a song, his voice was hoarse and his tone was rising and falling. He sang for a while and then talked to himself.

That was a slap, it was already unkempt and completely crazy.

He clapped his hands and laughed and cried. He didn't know what he was thinking about. Lang Ri's eyelids were heavy, and he listened to the crazy shouting around him.

"Son, son, are you hungry? Are you eating or not? Dad has food here." Hagan stretched out his dirty hand from the wooden fence to reach Langri, which was a moldy steamed bun.

Langri trembled and supported her upper body, and the hair in front covered her face in a mess.

"Son, eat, don't be hungry." Hagan tried hard to reach Langri.

Langri also reached out and touched the black steamed bun. He put it to his mouth and started eating it bite by bit. Seeing Langri eating, he grinned and clapped his hands and smiled, "Good son, good son eat more, eat more."

Langri sucked his whole mouth with steamed buns. He looked up and fucked, feeling something stuck in his throat for a moment.

Hagan started singing unknown songs again. Langri finished eating steamed buns and sat against the wall. The dungeon had a very small window that could be seen outside.

Langri looked through the window at the night of the wolf-slaying tribe. The moon was in the sky. Although it was bright, it was no longer round. The dark clouds wandered layer by layer, covering the moon and appearing. Langri looked out the window blankly. Behind the moon, he seemed to see the face of his master Qi Jige.

"Langri, stab me and kill me." The lingering voice of the master when he was dying.

"Ah!" Suddenly the scene turned into Haoyue's screaming face, "You murderer, don't touch me, murderer!" Haoyue's face twisted due to fear, and her wide eyes seemed to have seen the cruelest scene in the world.

Langri closed his eyes, he couldn't think of it. He was already having a splitting headache, Langri closed his eyes in pain while holding his head.

"Son, son, I'll sing for you. Don't be afraid, dad protects you." Seeing Langri's appearance, Hagan comforted Langri in panic.

Langri felt a severe pain, and he saw that Haoyue stabbed him in his shoulder.

Langri reached out and pulled out the dagger, and suddenly a stream of blood spurted out. Langri almost fainted in pain.

"Son, son, you've shed so much blood!" Hagan shouted in horror.

Langri bit his lip, tore off one of his clothes and bandaged the wound on his shoulder.

"Son, what's wrong with you? Don't scare dad, son!" Haha cried out, desperately using dirty hands to reach Langri.

Langri reached out and touched Had's fucking hand, holding both hands together in the air.

"I'm fine." Langri smiled bitterly.

Hagan shook Langri's hand, "Son, you can't scare dad, dad can't be without you."
Chapter completed!