Chapter 425 Yu Xiaoyu Logs Offline Again
Yan Luo, suspended in mid-air, unleashed an extremely powerful aura. He stabilized himself in the air, extended his right hand, and locked his gaze on the seven people on the throne. Seven invisible barriers trapped the seven people on the throne.
Wang Yi poked the barrier with his gun, knowing that he couldn't break through it with his current strength.
As Liu Qian watched Yan Luo fall from the sky and walk step by step toward Nangong, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
"Yanluo!!! Please don't!! I can't lose my child!!!"
Yan Luo didn't look at Liu Qian, nor did she pay attention to his desperate cries.
Fifth Winter looked at Yan Luo, who had no expression on her face, and shouted, "Little Luo, we're begging you, please don't kill her, we beg you!"
Fifth Winter Summer is Fifth Spring Autumn's older brother. Yan Luo respects him very much, but the overall situation is more important right now. Yan Luo turned to look at him, and Fifth Winter Summer fell silent. He saw the emptiness hidden deep in Yan Luo's eyes, as if he were just an empty shell.
As Tu Keke watched Yan Luo walk step by step toward Nangong with her sword in hand, she felt so suppressed that she couldn't speak.
This is too cruel for Yanluo.
Tu Keke wondered if she had driven Yan Luo to this state, which made her tears fall uncontrollably.
She ran to Yanluo and hugged her tightly.
"No, we don't want it anymore, let's go home, okay?"
Tu Keke's words were accompanied by sobs, and tears streamed down her face as she clung tightly to Yan Luo, causing him to stop in his tracks.
Yan Luo placed his hand on Tu Keke's head and infused some chaotic energy into the girl, causing her to fall into a deep sleep.
He gently placed Tu Keke on the ground. Yan Luo wasn't wearing combat gear; such a thing was unnecessary for him. He took off his coat and covered Tu Keke with it.
Nangong looked at him quietly, a kind and gentle smile always on her face.
"You've grown up."
Yanluo nodded. "You've grown up."
Nangong stood up, opened her arms again, and said softly, "Let Grandma hug you again."
Yanluo hugged Nangong with one arm and pressed his face against Nangong's cool neck. Nangong hugged Yanluo with both arms and buried his face in his chest.
"You look a lot like your grandfather, and in some ways you're like me too, but why are you so fickle? Who did you take after in that respect?"
"Grandma has met them all. They are all good girls. Don't let them down. Give the Yan family more children."
"There's also a coffee shop. Grandma bought it, and all the paperwork is in order. You could open a coffee shop there for fun."
"And that piece, 'Pocahontas,' was actually composed by my grandma. If you miss your grandpa and grandma, just play it for them."
Nangong spoke at length, and Yanluo nodded in agreement.
"Seeing you grow up to this extent, Grandma is at ease."
"Live well, Grandma is watching."
After saying that, Nangong gently pushed Yanluo away, reached out and touched his head one last time, tears of blood streaming down her pale, bloodless face.
Yan Luo gritted her teeth, raised the Chaos Sword, and pointed the tip at Nangong's heart.
Nangong calmly closed his eyes, and Yanluo thrust out with his sword.
The stab wound did not penetrate Nangong's chest, but Yu Xiaoyu's back, striking her heart.
Nangong opened his eyes and saw Yu Xiaoyu, who had taken the sword for him.
She caught Yu Xiaoyu as she fell towards her, and said somewhat dazedly, "Xiaoyu, why are you so silly?"
Yu Xiaoyu leaned against Nangong's chest. Through the ripped black robe, one could see the bloody hole in her heart. Blood slowly trickled from the corner of her mouth, making Nangong hug the poor child with heartache.
"I hate you so much! Why did you force me to eat human flesh? I don't want to become a ghoul."
"That way, we'll be even."
"Sir, I'm so cold. Why is everyone bullying me? I haven't done anything wrong."
"I hope my next life won't be so hard."
Nangong wiped away the blood and tears from Yu Xiaoyu's face little by little, but his own tears kept falling onto her little face, no matter how much he wiped them away.
"I saw Grandma. Grandma came to pick me up."
Yu Xiaoyu smiled, her dark, empty eyes looking nowhere in the distance.
The poor girl turned to ashes little by little and drifted away with the night wind.
Nangong gritted his teeth, staring at Yanluo in front of him, speechless for a long time. With Yanluo's strength, he should have been able to detect Yu Xiaoyu's movements in time, but his sword still pierced Yu Xiaoyu's body.
Yan Luo remained expressionless, as if killing Yu Xiaoyu was an ordinary matter.
Nangong watched the ashes dissipate, then paused for a moment before saying, "There's a reason I want to turn everyone into ghouls. First, I want to live with you openly and honestly."
"Secondly, there's the curse of the Nangong family. Your father couldn't escape the curse that he would die at the age of twenty-five, and it also took your mother with him. You will definitely bear this terrible curse as well. I can't watch you be taken away by the curse."
"Shiki are also human beings. They all want to live openly and honestly like normal people, and they all want to live with their families again."
Nangong stared intently at Yanluo with her deep, blood-red eyes. She gave a desolate smile and said, "I carry the wishes of many people and my own, so I cannot die."
She was surrounded by evil energy, and her accelerated formation had already pushed Nangong to his limit. The terrifying aura she was unleashing now was merely overdrawing the power of [Origin].
Nangong doesn't have bone spurs. When Yan Wuxie transformed her into a corpse demon, she was only a low-level corpse demon. She didn't meet any of the conditions required to possess bone spurs, and she relied solely on years of devouring to get to where she is now.
This outburst also revealed the side effects of [Origin]. Nangong's eyes turned terrifyingly red, and the burning desire for killing made him see Yanluo in front of him as nothing more than prey.
Nangong appeared in front of Yanluo in an instant. Yanluo did not react and let Nangong punch him away.
Yan Luo was knocked to the ground, and Nangong, who only wanted to kill, pounced on him, punching Yan Luo's face repeatedly.
The depletion of the formation made Nangong hungry. She bit down on Yanluo's shoulder, and the fresh, warm blood mixed with the flesh of Yanluo's shoulder filled her mouth, which she enjoyed.
With the replenishment of flesh and blood, Nangong's bombardment became increasingly powerful and fast. Yanluo noticed the difference in Nangong and disappeared before Nangong's eyes.
Nangong slammed his fist into the ground, sending dust flying up from the cracked earth, demonstrating the immense force with which he struck Yanluo.
Yanluo appeared behind Nangong as if nothing had happened. Nangong, like a cheetah on the hunt, rushed towards Yanluo with incredible speed. Yanluo stuck the Chaos Sword into the ground and exchanged blows with Nangong's fists without dodging or evading.
The great filial piety was a great loss.
The seven on the throne watched Yanluo and Nangong fight with complicated expressions. Liu Qian supported himself on the barrier with both hands, tears streaming down his face, seeing the last hope in Nangong.
Liu Qian knew that even with seven people, they couldn't defeat Yan Luo, and it was only a matter of time before Nangong was defeated alone. Yan Luo was completely letting Nangong win right now.
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