Chapter 198 (2/2)

The old man shook his hands slightly and held his son gently. A pair of rough hands rubbed his son's cheek. He looked and looked.

When he turned back, there was deep pain and despair in his eyes.

As well as the unforgettable hatred, like a fire, burning avi to ashes.

Ivy slowly exhaled his breath from his chest and put away his cynical smile. He calmly looked at the old man and said quietly:

”whoever wants to kill me, I will kill anyone!”

”I know, I don't mean to blame you, I just suddenly don't want to live, happened to take you away, I have no problem.”

”A lot of things, catch up and make mistakes later, it's just so helpless.” Ivy showed up.

”Not necessarily. In fact, there are omens today. I have tried to avoid them, but the fate is really not that we mortals can contend with.”

”It's hopeless.”

”Yes, I agree.”

They stopped talking, as if they had all said.

A wisp of wind rose between them, and the murderous thing turned into substance. When the old man picked it up and threw it away, the air suddenly turned into an arrow, and it hit Ivy's heart.

At this time, Ivy turned into black and white, and there were gray of various color scales on his skin, and it seemed that some darker gray flowed out. Before landing, they diffused in the surrounding gray world.The wind arrow went on, as if it were unstoppable. Suddenly, Ivy stretched out his hands and pinched it. His forefinger and thumb were like a pair of chopsticks, so natural and happy.

The wind arrow, on his fingertips, like quicksand, scattered.

”What a wonderful taste, ha ha, good pain feeling, thank you, let me taste the different feelings in the world.”

All pure and strong emotions are my food. In this two-dimensional world, I incinerate them one by one.

Black and white, is my two insistence at the moment.

Pain makes people grow, Ivy grows a lot, he feels his soul is more condensed.

The old man's attack is simple and powerful, perhaps simple enough, so strong enough.

Ivy didn't know. He only knew that he had benefited a lot this time.

If the old man, with ordinary magic and the most popular cultivation, will be tired and bored after this fight. Finally, he can bet on a bag of spicy strips to win, but he won't get such a harvest.

The old man sat next to his son with a smile on his face. He turned his love for his son into a soul arrow of revenge, playing an attack effect ten times more than usual.

The result is that he can't see it, and it doesn't matter. At this moment, he is going to see his son, who is clumsy, disheartened and a little wayward. He has no way out. That's his son.

Ivy stood there for a long time, thinking about what it was all about.

I can't think of it. That's it.

Anyway, it's always right not to be killed.

Even if they are manipulated by fate, there is no way.

The corners of his mouth were upturned and he did not know who he was laughing at, so he forgave himself.

Huo Hong suddenly stood up, took his hand and asked softly:

”Ivy, is that you