I'm the villain in the book

Chapter 317 Death and Life
"Brother Wang, I, there are still young and old in my family, so I really can't die here. Yes, I'm sorry!"

When the first bodyguard struggled to shout this sentence, and fled to the distance, the same thought quickly spread and grew in the hearts of all the bodyguards.

Different from the identities of the dead fighters on the other side, although they are engaged in the business of "taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others", they are still ordinary warriors after all.

If the other party is just an ordinary bandit robbing the road, they may not mind taking the risk to fight.

But right now, this group of killers is clearly not good, and their own side is at a disadvantage, so most bodyguards are still unwilling to fight with their lives.

As the masked man said—

It's not worth it to risk your life for a few taels of silver.

"I'm going to fetch the rescuers!"

"Grandson! Come chase your grandpa!"

"Fuck! I don't want to die!"

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All of a sudden, another seven or eight bodyguards fled the battlefield one after another, leaving behind only a few frank or hypocritical shouts.

The masked man didn't chase these people, but turned his knife and continued to attack those who hadn't escaped yet.

The encirclement was suddenly compressed, and the pressure Wang Gan faced increased several times in an instant.

"Hahahaha! Stop struggling! You still have time to escape!"

The masked man laughed and swung his knife again. Wang Gan was blocking an attack from another direction, and it was too late to turn around to deal with it. A bloody gash was cut on his left arm.

But he didn't even frown, as if the knife hadn't been cut on him.

I have to say that Wang Gan's courage to fight to the end is very admirable, but it seems meaningless.

After all, after those bodyguards escaped, it was only a matter of time before the Shimen Bodyguard Bureau lost. There are no people living in this place for hundreds of miles, and it is unrealistic to expect rescuers to come to their rescue.

So as long as they can't hold on anymore, Lao Zhangtou and Agou will still die.

unless
"Grandpa, grandpa!"

Curled up on the dilapidated cart, Ah Gou held a broken sword tightly in his arms, and asked with wide-eyed eyes, "How much longer will you have?"

"It's coming soon!"

Old Zhang sat cross-legged beside him, with an extremely urgent expression on his face.

"A little bit!"

"But, but... ah!"

A cold light passed over A Gou's head, and the little girl shrank her neck in fright.

Looking at the figures flying up and down around her, she suddenly found a wine bag out of nowhere, and poured the last bit of shochu into her mouth with a gulp.

"Ah! My wine!!"

After seeing this scene, the old Zhangtou subconsciously wailed.

But Ah Gou threw away the wine bag at this time, and then struggled to pull out the sword in his arms, raising his hands above his head.

"You, you bad guys!"

"Don't bully grandpa!!"

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Hearing Agou's "drinking mantra", Lao Zhangtou froze for a moment.

But the masked people were overjoyed.

"My lord is talking about this sword!"

"Shh!"

A few black shadows suddenly broke through the already crumbling defense line and shot towards Agou.

But Ah Gou was not afraid of this, and even jumped off the cart, staggered and ran towards the killers.

"Ah! Eat me with a sword!"

The drunken and immature child's voice echoed in the night sky. This scene is really funny.

But if things go on like this, comedy will soon turn to tragedy.

After all, Agou's combat power is probably not as good as that of a wild dog, let alone fighting a professional killer.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Lao Zhangtou finally gave his strength, and finally completed the preparations before performing the escape technique.

"Snapped!"

He walked behind Agou, picked up the "aggressive" little girl, and turned to look at Wang Gan's position.

Old Zhangtou hesitated for a moment, then ran towards the latter.

"Boss Wang, hurry up"

The hurried shouting stopped abruptly.

Because at this moment, Wang Gan, who was one against three, finally couldn't hold on, and was stabbed in the chest.

"This!"

Old Zhangtou suddenly stopped, took one last look at Wang Gan's crumbling body, and then decisively grabbed his hand.

"Whoosh!"

A bright light suddenly appeared, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

The two figures, one old and one young, just disappeared out of thin air.

Daning, the city of Shuzhou.

The small room was pitch black, and the little boy was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his chest rising and falling very regularly.

His movements at this moment are almost exactly the same as those of a martial artist when he meditates, but there is no flow of heaven and earth true energy in his breathing.

To put it bluntly, it's just sitting.

"Squeak~"

Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open.

The little boy opened his eyes in a panic, as if he had been caught for doing something terribly wrong.

But when he saw who it was, his expression slowly relaxed again.

"Well, it's me."

Zhang San turned around and closed the door with a complicated expression, and slowly sat down beside the little boy.

He had been secretly observing Wang Ran for several months, so he naturally knew that the latter really wanted to practice martial arts.

But Li Suyue has been very opposed to this, so he can't say much.

"You're not sleeping yet. If your mother finds out, she will definitely scold you."

Stretching out his hand to touch Wang Ran's head, Zhang San smiled and said, "Go to sleep."

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Wang Ran nodded obediently, got into the quilt, only showing a pair of big eyes, watching Zhang San get up and walk to the door.

Then, the figure in sight suddenly stopped, turned around and asked:

"However, why do you want to practice martial arts?"

"!!!"

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, Wang Ran quickly got up, excitedly "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" to write on.

This ink pen was invented by Wei Changtian when he had nothing to do. The refill is an ink block. Although it is not as easy to use as the pencil in the previous life, it is no problem for simple writing.

"Shhhhh!"

Soon, Wang Ran wrote a line of words, and held the rice paper in front of Zhang San with a full face of anticipation.

"Okay, let me see"

Zhang San looked at the line of small characters with a smile, and then suddenly froze.

He originally thought that the reason why a child of this age wanted to practice martial arts was nothing more than "chivalry and righteousness".

But did not expect
"Come on, let's ask your mother if she agrees."

Dafeng, West Desert Gobi.

The sound of gnats follows the yellow sand, and the fireflies fall thousands of miles away.

The moon was bright and the night wind was still there, as if the fierce fight just now had never happened.

After Lao Zhangtou and Agou used escape techniques to escape, the remaining bodyguards had no need to fight to the death at all, and they all looked for opportunities to get away and leave.

And the group of masked people also dispersed to track down the traces of Lao Zhangtou and Agou.

Therefore, at this moment, there is only Wang Gan left in this huge Gobi.

Blood kept pouring out from his chest, soaking the loess beneath his body.

An ordinary person with this kind of injury would have died long ago.

Even though Wang Gan was a third-rank martial artist, he knew that he didn't have much left to live.

It is rare for a dart walker to have a good end, Wang Gan has long understood this truth.

So at the last moment of his life, he didn't have any regrets or unwillingness.

It's just that I miss the two people who are tens of thousands of miles away.

They should be doing well.

Originally, I thought I would beg Mr. Wei again when I had a chance in the future, so that I could take another look at what Ran'er looked like when he grew up.

pity……

"Bah!"

Not far away, the old horse pulling the cart suddenly raised its head and let out a long neigh.

Wang Gan struggled to put his hand into his bosom, and slowly fumbled for an ink pen that was stained red with blood.

This pen is a novelty that he came across by chance after he came to Dafeng.

At that time, he just thought that it would be a lot more convenient to have such a pen because he couldn't speak, so he subconsciously bought it.

It wasn't until after he bought it that he realized that he might not have the chance to give this pen to his son.

And now, there is really no chance.

"."

Trembling, he raised the ink pen to his eyes, and his vision slowly became blurred.

"However, you and your mother have to be good"

"Father, let's go."

"Clap."

The generous palm hangs down weakly, and the ink pen rolls and falls in the pool of blood, as if writing the last words of a father.

Shuzhou City.

When Li Suyue saw the line of small characters written by Wang Ran, tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

She held back her tears and gently touched Wang Ran's head.

"However, mother promises you"

"."

Hearing these words, Wang Ran was taken aback for a moment, and then the happiest smile appeared on his face.

Excitedly, he ran around the room twice, and then held Zhang San's clothes tightly, while his other hand kept gesticulating in the air.

Zhang San smiled and asked: "However, do you want to start practicing now?"

"!!!"

"Okay, then let's start now."

Glancing at Li Suyue, Zhang San didn't say much, and walked out of the room with Wang Ran.

The moonlight fell through the window, and the room became quiet again.

Clutching the rice paper tightly in her hands, Li Suyue couldn't hold back the tears from the corners of her eyes, and suddenly bent down on the table and cried bitterly.

Tears wet the small words, smudged the ink, and melted into the sudden surge of thoughts as a man.

"."

"However, when Dad comes back this time, I will teach you martial arts!"

"!!!"

"Hahaha, okay, then you should obediently listen to your mother when you are at home."

"."

The handwriting became more and more blurred, just like everything blurred by time.

But no matter what it is, it will never blur the promise of a father.

"Daddy promised me."

(End of this chapter)