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Chapter 201 Ping Yi

Li Pingyi heard a burst of crying in a daze. He walked a few steps and saw a little boy sitting outside the door, crying with wet eyelashes. The sun shone on his side face, which looked quite cute. Li Pingyi took a step forward, Then I heard a childish voice coming out of my own mouth.

"Brother Xiu..."

The boy raised his eyelashes, turned his head to look at him, and Li Pingyi heard himself swearing:

"I'm also sad that you died."

……

"Well."

The blurred vision gradually became clear. Li Pingyi finally woke up from the dream. He felt pain all over his body. His mouth was bitter and astringent, filled with the smell of blood. His chest was broken and his legs were so painful that he was numb. broken.

There were two flies flying in front of him, chasing each other in the air. Li Pingyi wanted to reach out to chase them away, but he didn't lift anything up. He squirmed a few times on the bed, and finally found a person sitting quietly beside the bed with a dark complexion. Sitting quietly like a stone statue, watching him.

"Father……"

"Gone."

It was a basin of bloody water, which seemed to be left when Li Xiewen wiped his body before. It was fishy and smelly, and a gray rag was floating on the water, like a dead fish.

Li Xiewen hesitated, and finally shed two hot tears, and said in a hoarse voice:
"That orb was offered by you."

"Your father, I have been dull since I was a child. If I didn't have a good relationship with Brother Xuanxuan, and my younger brothers were not up to date, I wouldn't be able to take the position in charge."

"Gone."

Li Pingyi's mind was in a daze, everything seemed to be far and near in a daze, he yelled hoarsely.

The nose became sweeter and sweeter, and Li Pingyi began to cough a series of times, making gurgling noises in the water, convulsingly inhaling blood, and coughing it out violently, his body was stiff and tense, the urine brought by the stiffness Wet his trousers.

Li Xiewen continued to cry, and continued:
"After you were born, those two dark eyes stared at me, and I thought, this child will be a material for doing things in the future, better than me, better than me."

"Where is my hand..."

"Snapped."

Li Xiewen wiped away his tears, patted his eldest son, gritted his teeth and said:
"Ke Xiu'er is dead... Li Yuanxiu is dead! That's Li Yuanxiu! The young master of the Li family! He's the heir apparent of the Li family. It's your grandfather who entrusted me with this mission, and I entrust you with the mission! Do you know that!"

Li Xiewen finally moved his throat, and quietly spit out two words.

He fell straight into the bucket, the blood had just covered his chest, and a large amount of blood poured into his mouth. Li Pingyi was afraid that he could not help moving, so he stuck firmly in the bucket with his only remaining and only movable leg. bed corner.

Li Pingyi closed his eyes and replied:

Li Pingyi on the bed was full of father's tears, bitter and astringent, he moved twice, the tears couldn't stop streaming down, sobbing:

"thump!"

The dim yellow light in front of the case was jumping, but it was too far away from Li Pingyi, making him unable to see the surrounding scene clearly. He squirmed like a bug on the bed twice, sticking his head out from the edge of the bed.

Li Xiewen's throat moved, and he spit out two words again.

Li Pingyi seemed to have been slapped in the face, and he was stunned for a while. All the memories finally came to his mind. Orbs, thunder fires, and collapsed houses, Li Pingyi suddenly wriggled violently, and shouted:
"Young Patriarch?!"

Li Xiewen stood up slowly, put the burnt wooden slip into his sleeve, stared at the eldest son's face for a while, then shook his sleeve, walked out of the room, and closed the door for him.

He lay on the ground for a while, unable to tell which side was the beam and which side was the ground, he moved dizzily, and a pair of leather boots appeared in front of him.

----

He squinted his eyes for a while, and found that his eyes were injured by thunder and fire, and he could hardly see with his left eye. He stared with his right eye for a while, and then he realized that there was a wooden barrel under his feet, made of wood from the mountain. The perimeter was carefully wrapped with iron sheets and tied firmly so that not a drop of water leaked out.

"Gone."

Li Xiewen looked at him coldly, Li Pingyi squirmed on the bed, looked around, finally saw the half burnt wooden slip on the bedside, stopped his tears, and said in a low voice:

Li Xiewen twitched his other cheek with his backhand, making him dizzy, and reached out to touch his neck. Li Pingyi squirmed on the bed for a while, crying:
"Father, I still have unfinished business."

"good."

Because Li Xiewen slapped him.

"Father... I'm sorry."

Li Pingyi estimated the distance, moved the angle with the unbroken leg, took a few deep breaths, relieved the pain caused by the pressure of turning over and touched the broken bone, and kicked hard.

"It's a child."

Li Pingyi spit out two words, Li Xiewen's expression didn't fluctuate at all, he just looked at him quietly, neither happy nor sad.

"It's worth it to see each other before we die."

"Young Patriarch asked me to give this book to Master Yuanyun, please trouble father."

Li Pingyi spit out three words from between his teeth, and his spine softened as if his spine was taken away. Li Xiewen was tearing and said hoarsely:
"You have been reassuring since you were a child. You are smart and quick-witted, and you have the ability to advance and retreat. Except that you have no spiritual aperture, you are no worse than the children of Yuan's generation."

Li Xiewen outside the door closed his eyes, his hands were clenched white, tears flowed uncontrollably, until he heard the grunt inside disappear, then he uttered a few syllables convulsively, and slowly fell limp on the ground .

"Father, I know."

A beam of light flashed in front of Li Pingyi's eyes, and he vaguely saw the faces of his father Li Xiewen, his mother, and Li Yuanxiu flashing past him one by one, and a thought appeared in his mind.

Li Pingyi was dazzled by the dazzling sunlight brought by the opening of the door, and his eyes were crystal clear. Following his father's departure, he closed the door, and the room fell into deep darkness again.

Li Xiewen looked at him quietly, watching Li Pingyi go from crying silently to crying loudly, from crying loudly to cursing loudly, and finally stopped abruptly.

Li Pingyi clucked twice like a chicken whose throat was suddenly stuck. Tears burst down his cheeks. He said:

Li Xiewen raised his head and saw a face that was [-]% similar to Li Yuanxiu, but the corners of his eyes were thinner and his expression was more ferocious. He stared straight at his face and said in a low voice:

"Uncle Xie Wen, where's Li Pingyi?"

Li Xiewen straightened up and said in a low voice:
"Having seen Young Master Yuanjiao, Li Pingyi saw the Young Patriarch's death, and felt pain in his heart, so he went together."

Without looking at Li Yuanjiao's shocked expression, he took out half a charred wooden slip from his bosom, offered it with both hands, and said in a deep voice:
"This item was entrusted by the young Patriarch, and it has to be handed over to Master Yuanyun. Li Pingyi is the only one who is worried about this matter, and has already handed it over to his subordinates!"

　I have thought about this chapter for a long time, I know that it is easy to lose the average subscription... But I still wrote it like this, I don’t know how to explain it, I posted an author in the book review area, saying, as explained in it, I write things that's it ^
　　
　
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