Fang Yixing's stab was very fierce, and it pierced right into the black-robed man's heart.
His heart had already been pierced, and even a Great Principle Golden Immortal would not be able to save him.
The black-robed man knew his situation, so he used the last of his strength to spray the Ghost's Worry Snake Chrysalis out of his face. When he felt his heavy head lighten up, he finally closed his eyes slowly.
The black-robed man died in battle!
The curtains fell on the Snake Monarch!
He died pitifully and miserably.
Even in death, he did not fulfill his wish.
"Master —" The Snake Monarch rushed over and hugged his master's body.
The Snake Monarch's body was dripping with blood, and his body gradually became cold.
Fang Yixing's body twitched non-stop, and his exposed skin had already turned purplish black. Originally, his head and face were frozen stiff, and his hair and eyebrows were covered in frost. However, in just a few seconds, he began to sweat profusely, as if he was being roasted by a high temperature.
His nose began to bleed, and black blood flowed out.
Then his eyes, mouth, ears, and even some of the newly formed holes on his face began to bleed.
The chrysalis found a new body to attach to, and began to feast on the fresh blood and flesh.
All the blood was black in color.
The blood had already been stained with the venom of the chrysalis, and became a pool of unusable blood.
Fang Yixing's hands scratched his face randomly. He wanted to tear off a piece of skin and a piece of flesh to pull out those little bugs from his body.
However, this was simply too difficult.
His face and body were badly mutilated from his scratches.
Bai Xiu walked over, and looked at Fang Yixing who was lying on the ground in pain. He frowned slightly.
After hesitating for a moment, he used the tip of his sword to stab Fang Yixing's eighteen acupuncture points.
When those acupuncture points also began to bleed, Fang Yixing's body finally calmed down.
He cut off Fang Yixing's pain nerves, so he did not have to endure such pain.
Of course, he did not have to bear any pain. He became a vegetable who did not understand pain and cold.
In less than a minute, Fang Yixing was tormented by the chrysalis that had drilled into his body, and looked like he was neither human nor ghost. He looked like he had aged several decades.
Bai Xiu squatted on the ground, looked at Fang Yixing and asked, "What do you have to say?"
He knew that with Fang Yixing's body condition, he wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.
The last Snake Monarch had planted a pupa before he died, and even the current Snake Monarch had no way of taking it out.
What's more, Fang Yixing had just stabbed Snake Lord's master to death. Snake Lord might not be willing to help Fang Yixing take out the monsters in his body that made people want to die.
Fang Yixing's face was covered in blood and he looked very scary.
He looked at Bai Xiu with a fawning smile.
She wasn't trying to curry favor with him, but rather, she was begging him to pass on her words.
Because Bai Xiu was the only person he could entrust it to.
"I've always been proud of Fang Yan, proud to have such a son. He's very talented in the path of martial arts, and he's also very smart — — I don't need to tell him this, he knows this. "Fang Yixing said softly. "I don't know how far he can go in the future, but I know that he will go very, very far in the future. He will go to the place that we, the ancestors, can't see. "
"I firmly believe this, because he's my son — — although I, as his father, can't be like him. No matter how hard I try, I can't be better than him. "
"I trust Fang Yan very much, so I have nothing to say. My father only hopes that he can take care of himself, and I know that Fang Yan can take good care of him. I want you to pass on a message to Lu Wan — — "Fang Yixing's eyes were sad, and two streaks of bloody tears slid down his cheeks. He said with a sad and regretful voice," I can't tell her face to face, and I can't say it in front of her — — I love her. I've never said this before, and I won't have the chance to say it in the future. If I don't say it now, I may never be able to say it to her in this lifetime — — "
"I, Fang Yixing, have been mediocre all my life, and I may not have the chance to enter the ancestral hall of the Fang Family after I die. If I have the chance to enter, write on my plaque that I'm the husband of a good woman and the father of a good son. "
Fang Yixing reached out to grab Bai Xiu's hand, and begged, "Bring it back for me."
"I will bring it back," Bai Xiu nodded and said.
"Thank you," Fang Yixing said in a weak voice.
His hand fell down, and he closed his eyes unwillingly.
Fang Yixing of Swallow Dock, died in battle! — —
Fang Yan finally arrived.
He saw his grandfather's disciple, Wang Dong, and his father, Fang Yixing.
He saw two corpses.
Fang Yan's hair was disheveled, and his clothes were torn. He ran over barefooted.
His eyes were full of murderous intent, and he looked like a mountain ghost or a savage man.
He knelt in front of Fang Yixing, and didn't dare to touch his body. There was no sadness or joy on his face, as if he had become an idiot.
Yes, Fang Yan had indeed become an idiot.
He couldn't accept the fact in front of him, and he didn't want to accept the fact in front of him.
How could his father die?
How could his father die?
"Fang Yan, get up and practice."
"Dad, it's only six o 'clock, the sun isn't even up —"
"The ancients dance at the sound of the rooster, and the rooster has crowed three times. Get up quickly, and don't be lazy —"
A father was strict, because he couldn't do it himself, so he hoped that his son could do it. He put all his hopes and efforts on Fang Yan.
This was also the reason why Fang Yan had a grudge against him, and the relationship between father and son had never been so close.
Fang Yan had a good relationship with his mother, Lu Wan, but he lacked friendly communication with his father, Fang Yixing.
Fang Yixing liked to scold his son with a straight face, but Fang Yan didn't fall for it at all. He felt that his son was stubborn and inflexible. Conflicts between the two often broke out.
"Fang Yan, there are three mistakes in the 'Rules for a Disciple' that you wrote down from memory today. Go and copy it thirty times —"
"Are you going to copy the mistakes thirty times?"
"Yes, copy the whole thing thirty times —"
"Dad —"
"Don't disobey."
Because he liked ancient literature, he hoped that his son could also like ancient literature. He taught him how to write with a brush, and taught him how to leave blank and how thick the ink should be.
He hoped that his son would be well-versed in both literature and martial arts. He hoped that his son would become a dragon among men. He hoped that his son would be the most outstanding son in the world.
Therefore, when his son made a mistake, or when his son wrote a wrong poem or sentence, he punished his son very severely.
"Fang Yan, I want to discuss something with you —"
"Dad, you say —"
"Your grandfather and the Ye family have discussed it, and they want you to compete with the girl from the Ye family —"
"Dad, why should I compete with the woman from the Ye family? She doesn't like me, and I don't like her. She's cold and always has a straight face, as if everyone owes her two hundred dollars — "
"It's an exchange competition to deepen the relationship between the two families. Friendship comes first, competition comes second. You just need to go on stage and do a perfunctory job, don't think too much — "
"Okay then. I'll just have a casual competition with her — "
"Fang Yan, I want to discuss something with you —"
"Dad, you say —"
"Your grandfather and the Ye family have discussed it, and they want you to compete with the girl from the Ye family again —"
"Compete again? Didn't we just compete last year? No, I won't compete with her. She hit my eyes until they were swollen, and I didn't have the face to go out for more than a month — "
"It's because you lost last year's competition, and your grandfather isn't convinced, so he wants you to compete with her again — your grandfather is old, and his health isn't good. Why don't we just accommodate him? It hasn't been easy for the old man to live his life, isn't he just fighting for his pride now? "
"Dad, I'm afraid I can't beat her — that woman is too powerful. Her Ye family's fist is already at the third rank — "
"That won't happen. You are our Fang family's most talented Taiji successor — even Underestimate says that you are a martial arts genius. Your grandfather has pinned all his hopes on you, and I also believe that you can do it — "
"What if I lose again?"
"Impossible."
"What? Fang Yan is sick? "
"Shh, lower your voice — our son has just fallen asleep. Just now his fever reached 39.6 — tell me, what kind of lousy training method are you thinking of? What kind of method is not good? But you want him to take off his clothes and run along the shore of Shihezi, and use the snow to wipe his body — how low is the temperature today? How can the child not get sick on such a cold day? "
"That's because his physique is too weak. If his physique is strong enough, would this bit of cold wind be enough to make him catch a cold? That won't do, our Fang family doesn't have such a weak bone — when he recovers, we have to double the difficulty of the training. "
"Don't you dare. The child is already so sick, and you're still thinking of how to torture him — I don't agree, and I won't allow you to train the child in such a way — "
"You're just being unreasonable, do you know that? A loving mother will spoil her son — "Fang Yixing slammed the door and left.
When Fang Yan was half asleep, a gentle and honest man's voice came over. Fang Yixing held a bowl of black Chinese medicine and squatted beside Fang Yan's bed. He lowered his voice and said softly, "Fang Yan, I made a bowl of medicinal soup for you — come, drink the soup. You'll be better after you drink it. "
"The medicine is bitter."
"It's not bitter. I specially added a piece of rock candy for you. "
"Fang Yan, the weather is cold, your mother told you to take care of your body —"
"Fang Yan, have you been busy with your studies recently? Your mother told you to come back when you have time, she's been talking about you recently — "
"Fang Yan, your mother said —"
This was a tough and gentle man. This was a man who was stubborn and tolerant with no bottom line. This was a man with great literary talent but was not good at expressing himself verbally. This was — an excellent husband, a great father.
"Dad —"
Fang Yan hugged Fang Yixing's stiff body that was wrapped in ice and snow, shouting hoarsely, tears gushed out like a fountain.
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