The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation Chapter 995: Alas, Zhu Yan is old

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"Daniu, thank you."

Feeling the temperature on Chen Fan's palm, Huang Hua smiled, and then glanced at the **** words in the backyard, and a regretful voice sounded.

"Unfortunately, I did not fulfill my promise in the end. I did not plant more than ten thousand flowers for you."

After that, Huang Hua left.

"No!!!"

Chen Fan cried bitterly, with two lines of blood and tears in his eyes!

He doesn't understand, why from the beginning to the end, all the people related to him have to endure a sad ending, why is he alone, never get the true warmth and happiness!

Originally, Chen Fan thought that he could live a whole life again because of God’s favor, but now he understands that this is the greatest punishment for him!

"God thief, listen to me. If you have any kind of grievances, please come to me Chen Fan, don't involve people around me!"

"If you are visible, wait for me. One day, I will come to the depths of the sky and find you, knocking you high above the ground, and stepping on you, who is in charge of life and death!"

"I want to listen to your wailing, look at your despair, I want to give you everything you impose on me, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times to repay the past!"

"Crack!!"

Chen Fan's voice fell, and a dry thunder suddenly exploded, as if the sky was answering him, showing his own majesty and disdain.

After finishing all this, Chen Fan looked at the yellow flower in his arms again, bowed his head and kissed, and kissed on his forehead.

It's just a pity that Huang Hua can't feel it anymore.

In this backyard, Chen Fan buried Huang Hua with his parents. Er Huang didn't know when he would arrive, and was whimpering in sorrow for the host.

Chen Fan just sat in the backyard, facing a patch of blood-colored flowers, staring at the solitary grave of yellow flowers in a daze.

Night fell quietly, and the sun rose again.

One day and one night passed, and Chen Fan turned his head all night.

The long black hair that was originally black is gone, and what I went there was calm as snow, meticulous white hair!

Ten days have passed, and Chen Fan is still sitting there.

One month has passed, three months, six months, one year, and it just slipped away quietly.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, thunder, rain and snow, rising and falling of the moon, ebb and flow.

Chen Fan's eyes still didn't blink, and his body still didn't move at all.

Thousands of flowers bloom once again, and the life of the villagers in Dahe Village has once again returned to peace, but there are always some people who are silently watching the direction of Chen Fan in their spare time.

No one knows what Chen Fan is thinking, and no one dares to disturb him in front of the mountain.

Everyone seems to be waiting, waiting for a certain moment to come.

One day, after a night of rain, Chen Fan found a small flower on the head of Huang Hua's grave.

The flowers are yellow and thin, as if the wind will blow them away.

It's the same as the yellow flower, its appearance is ugly, faded with amazing resilience, let the wind blow and rain, but always maintain its own posture.

Chen Fan was stunned. He seemed to have seen the Huang Hua who had saved himself and depended on himself.

Suddenly, Chen Fan stretched out his fingers and pointed toward the front. In a short time, thousands of flowers suddenly grew in the backyard.

One year after Huang Hua died, Chen Fan finally fulfilled her long-cherished wish and completed this sea of ​​flowers.

In the very center of the sea of ​​flowers, is a swaying yellow flower.

For the first time, Chen Fan showed a trace of movement, and saw his two sword eyebrows furrowed together, and a drop of crystal teardrops poured down, in order to commemorate himself and the yellow flower.

It's just a pity that she will never see her again.