Old Master Wen only found out about Wen Zhan yesterday. He still hadn't figured out the background of the matter. His subjective assumption was that all the mistakes were attributed to Wu Yang.

After hearing Yan Lang's words, he finally regained his rationality.

The old man put down his hand and looked at Wen Zhan's "relic" again. His eyes involuntarily turned red. His brows involuntarily wrinkled. His heart was still in pain. He extended his palm and pressed it down. The old man involuntarily sighed.

The white-haired man gave the black-haired man a gift. Just how painful was this? Perhaps it was because he had done too many bad things in his life. That was why Heavens tortured him like this when he was old.

He couldn't help but reveal a look of despair. Now, the old man really didn't know what to do.

Wu Yang, who was not far away, looked at his appearance and her expression changed a little. She tightened her grip on her fingers, and her eyes filled with sympathy. Then, she quickly walked to the old man's side and persuaded him, "Old man, don't be so uncomfortable. I think it's very likely that Wen Zhan isn't dead."

Hearing this, the old man's expression became very surprised. He involuntarily looked back and stared at Wu Yang with shock on his face. He felt that this woman must be crazy. To justify herself, he actually found such a ridiculous reason.

It took him an entire night to accept the news of Wen Zhan's death. Wen Zhan was really not in this world anymore. She could still deceive herself and others, and even deceive herself. Isn't that ridiculous?

His eyes were slightly red. The old man was extremely angry. He really couldn't care less about anything. He grabbed something in his hand and threw it at Wu Yang.

Wu Yang couldn't dodge. He just felt something smashing into his forehead. Before he could react, his head suddenly hurt. Soon after, the warmth flowed into her eyes. At that moment, her world seemed to have turned blood red. If there was no mistake, it should be blood.

With a bitter smile, Wu Yang could even smell the smell of blood. She squatted down in a sorry state and felt dizzy.

"Wu Yang." Yan Lang's nervous voice rang out beside his ears. He quickly hugged Wu Yang's shoulder and nervously examined the injuries on her head.

Damn it, Wu Yang's scalp had a very long and deep cut, and fresh blood was flowing out from it. It looked very terrifying.

Yan Lang's face turned much paler in an instant. He gripped his fingers tightly and hurriedly took out a handkerchief from the side, pressing it on Wu Yang's wound.

It was noon now, and Wu Yang's blood was flowing even more severely. She leaned against Yan Lang's shoulder and watched with her own eyes that her blood had already dyed Yan Lang's clothes red.

Wu Yang couldn't help but laugh bitterly. He sighed and covered his eyes with one hand. Her expression was extremely painful and her face was as pale as snow.

"Wu Yang, get lost. I don't want to see you again. From now on, you don't have the qualifications to bring up Wen Zhan." The old man's eyes were filled with sharp hatred. His shoulders were trembling incessantly as he angrily scolded.

'"You..." He was clearly the one who hit him, yet he was still so righteous. Isn't that ridiculous?

Yan Lang prepared to go over and refute. Wu Yang still had some consciousness. She weakly raised her palm, shook her head, and sighed, "Yan Lang, forget it. Don't say anything else. I don't care about that anymore."

Seeing how weak she was, Yan Lang knew that the most important thing right now was to treat Wu Yang. He coldly looked at the old man and suppressed his anger. Then, he took large strides and left.

The old man sneered. He knew that the two of them were having an affair. Wen Zhan was infatuated with Wu Yang, but now that he remembered it, it was ridiculous and ridiculous.

Raising his head, Old Master Wen looked up into the sky and unconsciously let out a desolate laugh. "Wen Zhan, did you see this? This is the woman you like. When your bones are still cold, you actually did something to mix with others. Isn't that ridiculous?"

With that, the old man's eyes turned red. He had never shed tears for anyone in his life, but now, he had cried for Wen Zhan countless times.

In his heart, he told himself that he would not let go of all of this. He remembered all those who wanted to hurt Wen Zhan, including those who killed him. He would avenge Wen Zhan!

At this time, Wu Yang had already fallen into a coma. She saw Wen Zhan with her own eyes in her sleep.

Unlike in the past, Wen Zhan actually wore a white suit. Actually, he looked very good in a white suit. He looked like a prince. When he looked carefully, he seemed to be an angel from heaven. He had a holy feeling.

However, Wu Yang didn't know why, but seeing him like this, he actually felt extremely panicked, as if Wen Zhan really wanted to leave.

Without caring too much, Wu Yang quickly ran over and hugged Wen Zhan's body. Her tears poured out like a flood that opened a sluice. She accidentally wet Wen Zhan's clothes, leaving behind a small water stain.

Wen Zhan's expression was still pampered. He reached out and stroked Wu Yang's long hair. This movement was like countless times he had done it in the past. It looked especially gentle.

"Idiot, why are you crying like this?" The corner of Wen Zhan's mouth curved into a gentle arc, as if he was especially distressed for her. He lowered his head and asked.

Wu Yang raised his face and stared at the man in front of him in a sorry state. He was unwilling to let go of anything he said, as if Wen Zhan would leave her world as long as she let go.

"Wen Zhan, I really feel bad. Can you not leave? Just hug me like this and accompany me." Wu Yang clutched Wen Zhan's clothes tightly, his eyes filled with desire.

If it was in the past, Wen Zhan would definitely have stared at her with a very doting gaze, and then told her that he would definitely not leave.

However, today, Wen Zhan only stared at her with a sorrowful gaze, looking painful.

How could this be? Wu Yang's eyes widened in disbelief. She was already like this, so why didn't Wen Zhan agree to it?

There was a look of surprise in his eyes. Wu Yang was like a hot-tempered child, forcefully shaking his body, wanting Wen Zhan to agree to it.

"Wen Zhan, will you promise me? Wen Zhan, I'm begging you?" Wu Yang's voice grew louder and louder. She bit her lips tightly and asked nervously.

"Sorry." Even though she was like this, Wen Zhan still apologized to her. Immediately, Wu Yang's entire body trembled as he stared at the man in front of him in disbelief.