The god pulled over a chair and sat down, staring at Xiao Yuanchao without saying a word. He was waiting for the other party to speak, waiting to see what Xiao Yuanchao could say. And he sat silently, a pressure that was enough to make his legs sore and frightened suddenly surged out, covering Xiao Yuanchao in the middle.

This pressure is extremely heavy, just like the sky that was crushing before the storm, it seemed to collapse at any time, crushing all life. It is not a rock, nor a mountain, but a sky that is much stronger than a rock and a mountain.

Xiao Yuanchao, who could not speak, stared at God's eyes, slowly bent down and bowed to him, then took out the booklet left by the sniper storm, took three steps forward under pressure, and stood five meters away from God. His eyes were very calm, as if he had known that God would come to him, without any fear or any surprises.

If his son is beaten to death, his father will definitely come to seek his life at all costs. Just like Xiao Yuanchao once went deep into Baghdad and fought in Africa, his father Xiao Hongjun just scratched his head and returned to the battlefield with a rifle without saying a word; just like Xiao Yuanchao could go to the remnants of the Nazis for his son, and he didn't care about life or death at all.

"I know why the Americans let me go. They just want me to kill you." The god sitting in the chair stared at Xiao Yuanchao and said, "You killed my son, and I only have such a son..."

Xiao Yuanchao pointed to his chest and nodded to the god.

When God came, when he easily knocked down Li Linglong, Xiao Yuanchao knew that he could not escape. He knew what the other party was so powerful. Not to mention himself now, he could not fight against God even without being injured.

"Hahaha..." Shen suddenly smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said with a very sad smile: "I'm not here to kill you, although I really want to kill you."

Hearing this sentence, Xiao Yuanchao's eyes showed a hint of doubt: Didn't he come to kill him?

He was ready to die. When God arrived, a feeling of being dragged into hell had already arisen. He didn't even have the idea of ​​running away. Because he could not escape before God.

God took the booklet in Xiao Yuanchao's hand and sighed, "It's normal for him to lose if he is not as skilled as a human being. I have advised the storm several times not to be enemies with you, but I didn't listen to my words in the end. I actually just wanted to ask what his last words were before his death and what he wanted to do and what he hadn't done yet. As a father, I have to satisfy his last wish."

God was not here to kill Xiao Yuanchao, even though his pupils were full of murderous intent. However, this murderous intent was suppressed by reason and pain. He wanted to kill, but he knew that he had no reason to kill because it did not conform to his style of conduct. In fact, he had a reason. Just because Xiao Yuanchao killed his son, he had a reason to kill Xiao Yuanchao.

But he didn't do this because he was a god. He said it very clearly that his skills were not as good as humans. If he lost, he would lose and there was nothing to complain about.

Xiao Yuanchao shook his head, turned around and walked towards the cabinet next to the hospital bed, took out an urn from it and handed it to the gods. The urn contained the ashes of the Sniper Storm. It was not originally contained in the box, but after he came back, Xiao Yuanchao asked Li Linglong to buy an urn and put the other party's ashes in it.

Holding the urn, the old man burst into tears. His body was trembling. His throat made an extremely painful sob. At this moment, the pressure from his body disappeared without a trace, and turned into a lonely and helpless old man, crying sadly and heartbroken.

Standing there, Xiao Yuanchao quietly looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes full of sympathy and helplessness. If he had a choice, he would not kill the Sniper Storm, but unfortunately he could not choose at all. If he didn't kill the other party, the other party would have to kill himself. Not everyone could control that kind of scene.

After a while, God stopped crying in pain. He held the urn in his arms and gently flipped through the booklet, page by page. He read it very seriously.

"Storm always likes to write down what he has learned, because he doesn't know when he will die. Just like the sniper myth, he is always forced to accept challenges from many people and eventually lose to Storm." God stroked the booklet and said softly: "In our world, there is no middle ground in our game, either living or dying, this is the rule of the game. Death in your hands is not aggrieved, not aggrieved..."

Xiao Yuanchao stood there quietly and listened, but what he listened to was not what God said, but the endless loneliness of the old man: in his eyes, God was a lonely old man.

"We always want to become stronger, always want to surpass everything, but never think about the price we will pay after we become stronger. I didn't think about this when we were at the age of Storm, but Storm thought of it." God had turned to the last page and stroked the words on it and said, "He left something for himself. Although he was dead, he could keep his life's hard work and pass it on... This is for you, I don't want it, I already know his last wish."

God handed the booklet to Xiao Yuanchao and continued, "You can keep it yourself or pass it to anyone you think you can pass it to. I don't want it to be buried with the storm, it must continue to pass on..."

Xiao Yuanchao slowly took the booklet and focused his attention.

"By the way, I don't want you to learn, I hope..." God raised his head and looked at Xiao Yuanchao with his eyes that were still crying, saying, "Learn for your son, but there must be a condition."

Xiao Yuanchao nodded and asked God with his eyes.

"This condition is..." God tightened the urn in his arms, his voice suddenly changed, and the light in his eyes rose again, and he said in a deep voice to Xiao Yuanchao: "Let your son worship Fengshang as his teacher! Your son must learn, and must worship Fengshang as his teacher!"

Hearing this sentence, Xiao Yuanchao was stunned for a moment, but nodded and agreed. This was not a bad thing, it was a good thing. He was completely confused now. Perhaps because of his son's death, he was already in chaos.

"Do you think I'm in chaos?" God said directly Xiao Yuanchao's thoughts, and the killing in his eyes spread out a little bit, staring at Xiao Yuanchao and said coldly: "Do you really think I will let you go easily? Do you really think I'm such a reasonable person?"

The voice was as cold as the northern ice, and the murderous aura seemed to be rushing out of hell, which was creepy.

At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open, Chang Sheng walked in, and Uncle Chang Sheng from Xiao Yuanchao walked in.
Chapter completed!