Age of Terror: I Have a Monster Editor

"I'm...I'm dad!!"

When the little boy heard the name "Dad", his changed expression and eyes immediately turned into thick resentment and murderous intent.

His tender voice blurted out: "Damn!!"

Ye Fan smiled lightly.

In the palm of his hand, the flames spewed out.

"what--"

The man screamed in pain.

The flames burned not only his body, but also his soul.

In just a second or two, this man with a face full of flesh and smell of alcohol, his body and soul were all burnt clean.

Only then did Ye Fan feel the anger, sourness, and stagnation in his heart, which was slightly relieved and revealed.

He looked at the little boy he was holding.

When he saw the dead silence slightly dissipated in the latter's eyes, he also smiled gently.

ended?

Do not,

not yet,

There is still something to do! !

Ye Fan's eyes turned cold again.

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Chapter 206 Returning the sun and returning to the soul, conquering the shadow ghost [1111...

After Ye Fan killed all the sword pointing demons and the drunken man, he saw that the deadly color in the little boy's eyes dissipated a little, and couldn't help but smile gently.

It's not over yet!

There is still a lot to do!

The icy gleam flashed across Ye Fan's eyes, and then his eyes became gentle again.

He rubbed the little head of the little boy beside him.

The little boy looked up at him.

Looking at Ye Fan's eyes, there is a touch of kindness.

Ye Fan said warmly, "Let's go, let's see your mother for the last time!"

The little boy nodded heavily, and his small hand held Ye Fan's big hand, tightening his strength involuntarily.

In the small dining room, which is also the living room, tables and chairs are dumped everywhere.

The ground is full of sharp glass and tiles, as well as shards of dishes.

Ye Fan's body was filled with dark purple aura.

All the sharp objects under the feet of one person and one ghost are all separated towards both sides, showing a smooth path.

Ye Fan brought the little boy to the woman's body.

The woman was lying on the ground, and the red blood like a thin snake was constantly flowing from her nose and mouth.

The thin body was almost torn into two halves by the sharp claws of the sword pointing at the demon.

Only a little bit of flesh is left, connecting the upper and lower body halves together.

The dark red blood and various pieces of organs were scattered on the ground like overturned paint jars.

The incomparably rich smell of blood in the air pierced through the nose and mouth.

The woman's corpse has no life.

In his eyes, it was already dark.

Don't rest your eyes!

There seemed to be a last trace of deep nostalgia in his eyes.

As if he was still thinking before his death, whether his son escaped.

The woman's fragile body was ripped open by the sword finger demon, and she was so seriously injured that she naturally died on the spot and could no longer die.

Even in the little boy's spiritual world, he still hasn't seen the last side of his mother.

The little boy had been through such a situation long ago.

He knew his mother was dead.

His eyes were stunned, filled with unforgettable sadness.

The little boy walked to his mother's body, knelt on the ground, put his arms around his mother's neck, and lay on the body.

He felt his mother's rapidly hypothermic, chilling corpse.

There was no hysterical shouting, but the pale little face had begun to flow silently, as if crystal tears had burst.

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The little boy's tears were mixed with his mother's blood and organ fragments.

He hugged his mother tightly, as if he wanted to preserve the last touch of the body's temperature for as long as possible.

This scene of speechless crying made Ye Fan, who was watching next to him, feel extremely sour.

He sighed deeply.

Outside, the dead cannot be brought back to life.

But in the spiritual world, Ye Fan wanted to help the little boy finish this regret, so that the latter could see the last side of his mother.

No matter how cruel the reality is, Ye Fan hopes that in the little boy's spiritual world, he can give the latter the last bit of comfort.

His body was surging.