He smiled slightly, and looked up at the dragon's tail that had been slapped on the door. Suddenly, there was a tug on his lower back, and something floated up and blocked in front of his door! Han Yiming was stunned, it was the burden he wrapped around his waist, how could it be at this time...... It was this flute, and the dragon's tail had already slammed on the burden! The burden was torn apart! And the dragon's tail slid down the front of the burden, and it was only a fraction of a centimeter away from him! With a loud bang, the dragon's tail smashed down on the dusty ground below, and did not split on top of his head!

Han Yiming stared blankly at the torn baggage, the fur was a piece of white silk, and it was already torn apart at this time! A plain robe wrapped in the baggage had been shattered into rags, and a pair of six-eared bast shoes had also been broken into several pieces. They stopped in the air for a moment, and then fell downward. But there were two pieces of scorched wood in the air, floating lightly, hanging in front of him! These were two pieces of scorched wood, one no more than half a foot long, and the other even more thin and short. This was the remnant of the purple peach wood sword after it was forged by the purple glazed fire, and he didn't remember the magical wooden sword for a long time, but at this moment, they were floating in front of him!

Han Yiming was extremely stunned, and gently stretched out his hand and held the two pieces of scorched wood. Did they save him? At the moment when the Ming Yuan Sword couldn't save him, he survived because of these two pieces of residual wood! Tears rushed up in his eyes, but he didn't expect that after a long time, the Demon Star would still save his life in the twilight! Suddenly he heard the voice of the senior brother behind him: "Little junior brother! Little junior brother!" Han Yiming closed his eyes, took the two pieces of residual wood into his arms, turned around, and looked at Sima Lingyi, who saw him turn around in the chaotic crowd, nodded and pointed downward, and quickly went down.

Han Yiming suddenly became afraid, and a burst of coldness rose from the bottom of his heart. Trembling, he looked in the direction pointed by the senior brother, and saw a piece of plain clothes, and his feet were weak first. After closing his eyes and looking down again, he saw that the person lying on the ground among his fellow senior brothers had a peaceful face, it was Master Lu Yueqing! Han Yiming lost his strength in an instant, Master, that was his Master! The Master who brought him into this magical realm, the Master who was kind to him, was lying there like this!

The bone-chilling cold made Han Yiming stand in the air in a daze, and he didn't dare to go down! He didn't dare to look at Master's peaceful face! For a moment, he was in a trance, and he didn't know if this was a real dream or a dream! I hope this is this nightmare! I can't cry, but it's more sad than crying! After a while, the noise below has reached my ears, and this is not a dream! This is true!

Han Yiming stared blankly, I don't know how long it took, Sima Lingyi's voice sounded in his ears: "Little junior brother, what's wrong with you?" Han Yiming barely squeezed out three words: "I'm fine!" The voice was worse than crying, and he turned his head blankly along the voice, and saw that the senior brother's face was sad and worried. Sima Lingyi said: "Little junior brother, don't you go to see the third senior uncle?" the third senior uncle's charm has dissipated, and in a few moments, even the shadow will be ......" He didn't say any more. Han Yiming's eyes were hot, and his nose was sore, but he couldn't take a step, and his legs became numb. Sima Lingyi sighed and said, "Senior brother, don't be too sad! Come, follow me!"

Sima Lingyi pulled Han Yiming and left, Han Yiming followed him and came to Lu Yueqing. Lu Yueqing's face has not changed, as clear as before, her eyes are closed, and she seems to be just asleep. Some of the senior brothers and sisters next to him bowed their heads and wept, and some had already gotten up and walked away, Han Yiming looked at the master, his eyes became more and more blurred, but he couldn't cry!

After a while, Lu Yueqing's face shone slightly, gradually becoming transparent, and even the dust under his body was reflected through his face, Han Yiming couldn't hold back any longer, and tears fell in big drops. Twist your head and look away. Turning back again, Lu Yueqing's description had disappeared, and even the plain clothes were deflated, as if no one had ever worn them, and it was just a set of clothes spread out here! Han Yiming held back his tears, stretched out his hand to brush the soil and grass clippings off the plain clothes, brushed them clean, and folded them gently.

Suddenly, the brothers and sisters around them all stood up and walked away. Han Yiming just concentrated on folding the clothes that his master had wore, folded them neatly, held them in his hands, and stood up. But seeing that all the senior brothers and sisters were standing silently in front of Zhao Haoyang, Han Yiming saw at a glance that the fifth senior uncle was holding in his hand, Huo Ran was the Qingshuang Sword!

Fourth Uncle's Qingshuang Sword! Han Yiming's eyes darkened, and then he looked at the fifth uncle's hand, the cyan scabbard, the scabbard slightly emitted a cold air, it was indeed the Qingshuang Sword! "What about the fourth uncle?" The words rushed to his mouth, but they were as heavy as a thousand catties, and his lips were dry in an instant, and he couldn't ask anymore. He had endured and endured, and when he saw this sword again, where could he still endure it, his feet were weak, and he sat down on the ground. The fourth uncle, the fourth uncle who is extremely smart, the fourth uncle who can't hide his eyes, the fourth uncle who is handsome and handsome, is also the same as the master, is the god scattered?

He didn't dare to ask, so he sat on the ground holding Master's clothes, crying loudly! Master, Uncle Shi, and Bai Long died almost at the same time, how could Han Yiming still be able to endure it? Bai Long was like a pair of friends to him, and Master was like an elder to him, and Uncle Shi was completely a good friend to him. At this moment, they all left him. Han Yiming's heart ached and he cried bitterly.

After crying for a while, his chest hurt, he wiped the tears all over his face, pressed his hand on his chest, and there was something on his chest that was attached to the skin on his chest, slightly cool. He reached into his arms, and first touched a disc. The white dragon died, and the dragon scales really fell off his chest! For a while, he became more and more sad, clenching his teeth, and half of the dragon scales were clenched tightly in the palm of his hand. Does he blame Bai Long? He can't blame it! Bai Long is already dead, and Bai Long was blind before he died, and he definitely didn't mean to kill his master and uncle! When Bai Long was dying and struggling, many people were affected by it, but why were there Master and Fourth Master among them? Why were these two extremely important people to him?

When you look at it, you can see it more and more clearly. There are not a few people lying on the ground, count them at random, let alone dozens of people, and Lingshan has also lost several disciples. At this time, I don't know when the lifeless body that fell to the ground was killed? I don't know if it was killed by the green dragon or the white dragon? Or maybe it was the pond fish that was killed when the two were fighting? But they are all dead, even if they know, they can't exchange their lives, not to mention this question, they can't be investigated! I can only stop it!

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