Uncle Ren, please rest assured. No matter what path I go in the future, I will not become a villain, nor will I become the one who deserves to die under your fist.

Uncle Ren, let me give you the last journey.”

Ren Hao can no longer hear it.

He trembled violently in Zhang Moye's arms. It was the pain of death. He grabbed Chen Qiu's wrist and stabbed the dagger into his heart with Chen Qiu's strength.

The dagger entered the body, the ice bloomed, and the cold snow filled the body of this righteous man.

In just a blink of an eye, an frozen monument stood by the river.

At the last moment when his life burned out, he said to Chen Qiu in a nearly inaudible voice:

"Go and do it, no one... stops you."

The next moment, the cold air was banned.

He was smiling until his death.

Despite the twisted laughter.

But that expression of relief made Chen Qiu feel heavy.

He must be very tired.

Just like Qiu Buping, people like them will always bear too many things and carry their own responsibilities and not their own responsibilities.

People will worship them hopelessly, try to imitate them, and finally become them.

Just like when darkness invades the world, the torn ray of darkness should be the meaning of their existence.

In the frozen man, the last ray of flame had been extinguished in Chaos' eyes, but Chen Qiu saw the light from it, which was the light that could illuminate his way forward.

The dragon roars and hates, and look back, the lights are dim, and the world is long.

The night is about to end and the morning light is about to emerge. At the darkest moment of this day, in the company of our life rivals, our lifelong best friends, our only sons and nephews, and the rolling Yangtze River...
Chapter completed!