Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

Emperor Han Tian looked at Mo Ba Tian's dying appearance, and a look of indifference flashed in his eyes.

If this old guy hadn't been needed later, he would have killed him long ago.

At this time, Emperor Han Tian moved his gaze to Mo Yu.

At this time, Mo Yu was even weaker than Mo Batian, and his heartbeat was so weak that it was almost undetectable. If he had waited a little longer, he might have really passed away.

Seeing Emperor Han Tian's eyes looking at Mo Yu, Mo Batian gritted his teeth, dragged his scarred body, and crawled half-kneeling to Emperor Han Tian's feet.

"The previous things were all due to my incompetence in handling things, but Yu'er is loyal to the Lord and has absolutely no intention of giving up. I beg the Lord to save him."

Emperor Han Tian glanced at Mo Batian, with a sarcastic look on his face.

"I did have the strength to save his life before, but now, my origin has been injured, and even if I wanted to save him, I can't do anything."

Hearing this, Mo Ba Tianzhi felt as if five thunders were striking his head, and his whole body suddenly froze on the spot.

After a while, his eyes suddenly turned red, his body was shaking, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

"Bang!"

Mo Batian kowtowed hard to Emperor Han Tian, ​​causing the ground to tremble and making a dull sound.

"Please, please sir, save Yu'er!"

As he said that, he kowtowed his head again, and the stones on the ground jumped up.

"Please, sir, save Yu'er!"

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Mo Batian didn't know how many times he kowtowed, but he only knew that the ground had been cracked by him.

Blood flowed down from his forehead, staining his entire face with blood.

He was swaying, and his hands on the ground were a little weak, but he was still shouting.

"Please sir, save Yu'er~"

As he spoke, he mechanically smashed his head to the ground.

But this time, his head did not touch the hard ground, but felt that it touched something soft.

He raised his head and saw Emperor Han Tian looking at him with a sympathetic but helpless expression, placing his hand on his forehead.

"Sir, please, please save Yu'er."

Mo Batian gritted his teeth and said with tears in his eyes.

His originally luxurious robe was covered with dirt and blood, his face was stained with blood mixed with tears, his hands on the ground were full of dust, his body was trembling, and his face was full of sadness.

At this time, Mo Batian no longer had the majestic appearance of a powerful man, but looked like an old beggar living on the street. Looking at him, people just felt sad.

Everyone in the world has their own weaknesses, ordinary people have them, monks have them, and even the strongest people naturally have them too.

And the weakness of his Mo Batian is Mo Yu.

He has been a demon for a lifetime and has been practicing for hundreds of years. He is a demon and should not have any concerns.

But since his cultivation reached the peak of the ninth level of the Divine Light Realm and he was unable to break through, he stopped thinking about cultivation.

After that, he couldn't help but think of the family he had formed before he practiced cultivation, so after many twists and turns, he found the only relative he had left in this world, Mo Yu.

Moyu was only two years old at the time.

When he was less than a year old, his parents were beaten to death because they could not pay back the money they owed.

Later, people from the same town kindly took Mo Yu home, and then changed hands several times and sold it to a master as his son.

It wasn't until Mo Batian found Mo Yu a year later that Mo Yu finally found his relatives.

And those guys who had beaten Mo Yu's parents to death were also found one by one by Mo Batian and killed one by one.

Looking at Mo Yu, who was only two years old at the time, Mo Batian felt that he owed him and his family so much.