After killing the six core tribes of the Teng family, Wang Lin's soul-devouring soul did not continue to kill, but returned to his body as quickly as possible.

In the place where the body was stored, Wang Lin slowly opened his eyes. He was silent for a little while. At the moment when he killed the middle-aged man, he saw a figure that shocked his heart.

If he read it correctly, this person is Wang Zhuo.

The woman beside Wang Zhuo was the daughter of the middle-aged man. She was with Wang Zhuo. The two obviously had a certain relationship. Wang Lin's eyes flashed, he put away the forbidden banner, the ancient mirror, and took back the devil's head. Then he had a stack of feet, and his body flew up and stepped on the mosquito beast. With the magical sweeping, he immediately found the woman with Wang Zhuo.

The direction of the woman's walking was not Fujijia Castle, but towards the border of neighboring countries.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment and chased after him.

Teng Xiuxiu's eyes showed sadness. Although she ran around, tears could not be stopped. She didn't know what her father was going to happen, but she had an ominous premonition in her heart. This feeling pressed on her heart and almost made her breathless.

Wang Zhuo's heart was even more complicated. Although he was extremely happy when he saw the people from the Teng family dying one by one, he felt very happy, but for some reason, not only did he not feel happy, but he felt deeply worried.

Wang Zhuo's body was shocked, he stopped, closed his eyes, and the scene of the whole clan being brutally killed by Fuji Huayuan back in his mind.

When Teng Xiuxiu saw Wang Zhuo stop, she quickly stopped, bit her lower lip, and looked at Wang Zhuo. The only thing she could rely on was this man, her husband.

A little later, Wang Zhuo opened his eyes and slapped himself hard. He wanted to wake him up completely. He reminded himself over and over again that the Teng family was an enemy, and even Teng Xiuxiu had no feelings for her.

Anyone from the Fuji family deserves to die!

Teng Xiuxiu hurriedly stepped forward to stop Wang Zhuo, and tears flowed down her face.

Wang Zhuo forced himself to force himself to rest. He swung his arm and threw Fuji Xiuxiu's hand aside, and said coldly: "You go, from now on, you will have no relationship with me again."

Teng Xiuxiu's eyes showed despair, and she stared at Wang Zhuo in a daze, and even bit her lower lip with blood. She stepped forward like a tearful person and wanted to grab Wang Zhuo's hand.

However, Wang Zhuo once again made way out and said coldly: "You won't leave, right? I'll go!" As he said that, he turned around and flew slowly in the opposite direction.

Teng Xiuxiu looked at Wang Zhuo's back blankly, and the despair in her eyes became stronger and stronger. Her heart was as if it was cut by a knife, and she felt stinging. Under this stinging pain, her face became morbid rosy, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out. She shook her whole body a few times, and her face was pale and steady.

In fact, the moment Wang Zhuo turned around, his heart felt as if he was torn apart, but the scenes of his death made him have no choice. At this moment, the pain in Wang Zhuo's heart was definitely not less than Teng Xiuxiu.

Teng Xiuxiu smiled miserably, she looked at Wang Zhuo and called softly: "Don't leave..."

Wang Zhuo's body trembled, he clenched his fists, turned around suddenly, and shouted at Teng Xiuxiu: "Get out!"

After saying that, he quickly ran away and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Blood flowed from the corner of Teng Xiuxiu's mouth again. She looked deeply at the direction where Wang Zhuo disappeared, turned around with a tragic smile, and a confused look appeared in her eyes.

Although the world is big, she doesn't know where to go. The two most important men around her are unknown in life and death, and the other abandons her. This is really no difference between a woman and the sky falling.

Wang Zhuo flew all the way. After more than ten miles, his fist had already clenched blood. The figures before the tribe died flashed in his eyes one by one. Then Fuji Xiuxiu's figure and desperate eyes gradually replaced the tribe...

After a long time, Wang Zhuo fell to the ground, kowtowed a few times in the direction of the former family town, and said bitterly: "Dad, mother, child... unfilial!"

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, shed two tears, stood up silently, turned around and chased Fuji Xiuxiu.

As soon as he turned around, he seemed to see his tribe members, especially his parents, showing a look of pain at him, pointing at his nose one by one, calling him a traitor and a rebellious son of the Wang family.

Wang Zhuo's heart was torn in half, and he chased Teng Xiuxiu miserably. Not long after, he saw Teng Xiuxiu flying in a daze. She seemed to have some investigation and looked back at Wang Zhuo in a daze, with tenderness gradually appearing in her eyes.

However, at the moment when the two of them gathered together, a silence of slaughter slowly came from the sky. On top of a huge monster, a young man with white hair fluttering in the wind was watching coldly.

Behind him, there were countless corpses of Teng Family, and the smell of blood was coming, and it was extremely rich as this person approached.

Teng Xiuxiu's face suddenly turned pale. She subconsciously hid behind Wang Zhuo, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

Wang Zhuo stared at the white-haired young man with disbelief in his eyes.

"You...you are Wang Lin!!"

"Wang Zhuo!" Wang Lin jumped, fell from the mosquito beast, stood in front of Wang Zhuo, and casually glanced at the woman behind him.

Wang Zhuo subconsciously blocked the woman's face, looked at Wang Lin, with a complex look in his eyes. After a long time, he whispered: "I should have guessed that only you can have the ability to avenge the tribe."

Wang Lin was silent for a moment and said softly: "Wang Zhuo, I'm sorry."

Wang Zhuo smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "If you had said this to me back then, I would not have forgiven you, but now... we only have one enemy, that is Fuji Huayuan."

A trace of cold light appeared in Wang Lin's eyes and he slowly said, "Teng Huayuan, he can't escape, no one in the entire Teng family can escape!"

Fuji Xiuxiu's body trembled. Despite her fear, she still gritted her teeth and asked softly: "I...my father he..."

"Stop!" Wang Zhuo frowned, stopped Teng Xiuxiu's words, and said calmly to Wang Linqiang: "She is your sister-in-law..."

Before Wang Zhuo finished speaking, Wang Lin said calmly: "Your father shouldn't be surnamed Teng."

Teng Xiuxiu's body trembled, and she looked at Wang Lin with a deep hatred.

When Wang Zhuo heard this, he already knew that Wang Lin knew Teng Xiuxiu's identity, and his complexity in his heart became even stronger.

Wang Lin was silent for a little, looked at the sunset in the sky, and said slowly: "Wang Hao, are you still in Xuandao Sect?"

Wang Zhuo shook his head and said bitterly: "He has not succeeded in forming pills...he is already...dead."

Wang Lin closed his eyes, sighed softly, and said softly, "You and her, leave Zhao State." After that, he didn't even look at Wang Zhuo, turned around and leaped, flying onto the mosquito beast.

Everyone has their own ambitions. Wang Zhuo's series of actions have clearly expressed his thoughts. He does not want Teng Xiuxiu to die.

Wang Zhuo looked at Wang Lin's figure, and his eyes were even more complicated. The scenes of tragic deaths of his tribe members and parents echoed in his heart. It seemed that all the tribe members were staring at him, calling him a traitor to the Wang family.

Wang Zhuo smiled miserably, turned around and looked at Teng Xiuxiu. Suddenly, his heart sank. He saw a trace of deep hatred hidden from Teng Xiuxiu's eyes.

Wang Zhuo was silent, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, and said in a warm voice: "Xiuxiu, let's go." As he said that, his right hand gently stroked Teng Xiuxiu's long hair.

Teng Xiuxiu was stunned, and tears flowed in her eyes again. This was the first time since she was with Wang Zhuo for so many years, Wang Zhuo called her Xiuxiu.

However, her smile froze the next moment, and Wang Zhuo's right hand pressed on Teng Xiuxiu's Tianling. When his spiritual power was spit out, he immediately decided on his wife's vitality.

Fuji Xiuxiu died without any pain, she died in the arms of her beloved person...

Holding the dead wife's body, Wang Zhuo's eyes showed sadness. He looked at Wang Lin's disappearance and murmured to himself: "Wang Lin, I will not become a traitor to the Wang family, nor will I let the Teng family's bloodline be left even a trace of the leftovers."

As he said that, he knelt down at the direction of his hometown, kowtowed a few times, then slapped his forehead with a palm, cutting off the vitality in his body, and a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He looked at his wife in his arms lovingly and fell down.

"Xiuxiu, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you..."

Wang Lin stepped on the mosquito beast, and his body suddenly trembled. He clearly felt that the light spot representing Wang Zhuo's wife in his spiritual sense disappeared. He was silent for a little while, and his body flashed, disappearing on the mosquito beast.

When he appeared, he was already standing next to the corpses of Wang Zhuo and his wife. Wang Lin stared at the two of them in a daze, and his heart was filled with complexity. Wang Zhuo's choice, he already understood that he must be struggling between his relatives and his lover, and in the end he could only kill his lover with his own hands to fill in his guilt for his relatives.

At the same time, after his wife died, he had no choice but to die to give the love for his wife a perfect end.

Wang Lin was silent, and his right hand hit Wang Zhuo's eyebrows. Gradually, a faint soul fire that could dissipate at any time floated out of Wang Zhuo's forehead and was grabbed by Wang Lin.

He sighed and his body disappeared.

There is a huge house in the northeast of the capital of Zhao State. This place is the famous Wang family in the capital. At this moment, a young man with white hair appeared in the Wang family. His body was as transparent as he was walking in the courtyard, and any servant ignored him.

After walking for a while, the white-haired young man came to a loft in a different courtyard. In the room, there was a woman lying on the bed with her lower abdomen slightly bulging, and she was obviously pregnant.

The young man looked a little, and a ball of white light appeared silently in his hand. He sighed lightly, waved his right hand, and the white light floated into it through the attic and entered the woman's abdomen.

It gradually merges with the baby who has not yet formed a soul in his belly...
Chapter completed!