The Supreme Soul Emperor of the Three Kingdoms

Until the fire became more and more fierce, until the fire burned the scholar's clothes.

"Ah!" The scholar shouted, he wanted to leave.

But the fire is raging, how should he go?

He can't get out, he'll never get out.

The fire ruthlessly devoured the young body of the scholar, feeling like he was burned alive.That must be painful, right?

I don't know if those uncles and aunts have felt it?

"Help! It hurts!" the young scholar shouted with the little remaining consciousness.

But no one paid any attention to him, everyone just looked at him coldly, and their eyes were full of joy that the trick had succeeded.

When the greedy desire is satisfied, the pleasure must be intoxicating, right?

"What are you doing? Stop him!" someone shouted.

The young scholar suddenly heard the strangeness in the crowd, and with the last of his strength, he opened his eyes wide and watched.

"Oh, it turns out that Dad is here." The scholar muttered in a low voice.He no longer had the strength to speak.

He thought this sentence was the last sentence of his life.

"Dad is here." ..

Chapter 660 A Drama

When the scholar saw his father coming, he smiled at the last moment of his life. The scorching heat of the fire and the rays of the sun both shone on the scholar's face.

But it doesn't seem so warm anymore, it hurts dazzlingly.

The fire seemed to burn into everyone's heart.Some people get the happiness of greed, and some people get the happiness of peace of mind.Some people watched in pain, while others cried.

The scholar standing by the side had already burst into tears. If he was given another chance, would he still trust this midwife?

But death seems to be a good ending, the bad guy is happy, and the scholar is freed.

It seems that the sadness of those few people in this world is not sad, they are mostly ignored, don't they?

The scholar's father rushed forward desperately, tears already overflowing his eyes.Desperately trying to save the feeling that I can't do anything, it must be the pain etched in my bones.

"Scholar!" Wang Damao knelt on the ground and shouted up to the sky.

Voice and language are a strange thing, he can convey not only his meaning, but also an emotion.

The desperation in that voice was terrifying, but all the people who had been blinded by hunger and stupidity were numb.

They are already dull.

The scholar's father suddenly stopped crying, stopped crying, and stopped crying.He gave up the struggle, he chose revenge.

The last thing in this world should be kindness without a bottom line, and kindness should have a bottom line and principles.

The scholar's father stood up blankly, and he suddenly turned his attention to the crowd.

Look at these people, look carefully.

He went home, his eyes were calm, and he went home blankly.

Is there a saying that doesn't say so?Do not erupt in silence, die in silence.

So is this the demise?

Forget it!

Because it won't be long before the scholar's father comes back, and with him comes his anger, his hatred!

What did they do wrong, why do they have to kill them like this?

Isn't a scholar's mother enough?Is one bright red life not enough?

People are always so greedy.

The scholar's father took steady steps, his eyes completely empty.But now the only thing that keeps him alive is hatred, right?

He wants these people dead.

The scholar's father walked beside the midwife and smiled.

The smile on the pale and hollow-eyed face, do you dare to see it?

A smile should be a beautiful thing, but there are always people who give it different meanings.

"Ah!" The midwife suddenly cried out in pain.

No one found the knife hidden in the sleeve of the scholar's father. The sun's rays reflected on the knife.

I don't know if this dazzling light is ironic or sad.

Everyone around was shocked.

The midwife fell to the ground, and blood slowly came out of her body.

It's like a babbling creek, but how come it turns red.

Everyone around was shocked, and they avoided the scholar's father for a while.