On the palm of Huang Qingtian's hand, two words were written in blood.

Just now, while Duanmu Wenhao was unprepared, Huang Qingtian secretly wrote.

This is where the cover door of Duanmu Wenhao's nine-turn magic skill is located.

Under the heavy rain, the handwriting was already a little blurry, but it was faintly visible.

"I understand, I understand, I will definitely tell Qin Yan. Helian Yanguang said in a choked voice.

The corners of Huang Qingtian's mouth twitched, a smile bloomed, and he slowly closed his eyes.

He, where he died. Being able to pass on the news, he no longer has the slightest regrets, nor does he have any worries.

If you have to say that there is any regret, it may be Yan Zhiyu.

That, the woman he loved deeply, he couldn't accompany her to old age.

If it weren't for Duanmu Wenhao's resurrection, perhaps, Huang Qingtian and Yan Zhiyu would live in the Wumen for the rest of their lives. Simple, but also plain happy life, carefree, that's what he yearns for.

But all this is no longer possible.

If you can, you can only hope for the next life.

"Ah......h

It was raining heavily, and it was pouring down, as if the whole world was grieving for his death.

Helian Yanguang picked up his body and slowly left.

Even with the rain on his body, Helian Yanguang didn't seem to feel anything. Huang Qingtian's righteousness and Huang Qingtian's dedication made him admire it in his heart. This is the real man.

Taking Huang Qingtian home, Helian Yanguang took out his mobile phone and dialed Xue Bing's number.

He knew what Huang Qingtian's last look meant, and that could be regarded as Huang Qingtian's last wish.

The leaves fall back to their roots, how can Helian Yanguang let the emperor die in a foreign land?

Following!

Under Xue Bing's arrangement, Helian Yanguang boarded the helicopter with Huang Qingtian's corpse and flew straight to Wumen.

There, there are the women he loves, the people he cares about, and it is also his home. Even if he died, his soul should return there.

The news of Huang Qingtian's death, Helian Yanguang did not inform Xue Bing. However, from Helian Yanguang's words and tone, Xue Bing could also vaguely feel it.

Before leaving, Helian Yanguang called Yan Zhiyu on Huang Qingtian's mobile phone and told her the truth of the matter.

When the plane landed at Wumen, Yan Zhiyu walked out of the house. The entire Wumen is filled with a sad atmosphere, and filial piety cloth is everywhere. The mourning hall has been arranged, and Yan Zhiyu has also put on a filial piety cloth. As the widow of Huang Qingtian, Yan Zhiyu's face was surprisingly calm, and she couldn't see her sadness.

It's not that she's not sad, but she knows that even if she cries all the time at this time, it's useless. She pressed all her grief in her heart, she wanted Huang Qingtian to go, and she was happy to go, and she didn't care.

This was Huang Qingtian's last journey, and Yan Zhiyu didn't want him to be unhappy.

"I'm sorry, I ......" Helian Yanguang looked at her and said in a choked voice.

"Give it to me. Yan Zhiyu's voice was very calm, calm and unbelievable.

Helian Yanguang handed Huang Qingtian into Yan Zhiyu's arms, looking at him, a smile appeared on the corner of Yan Zhiyu's mouth, with bitterness in grief and happiness in sadness.

"You're back? Now you can really be with me forever without any scruples, no worries, and you can finally let go of all your burdens quietly. I will be with you, always with you. Yan Zhiyu looked at him affectionately and muttered to herself.

Tears flowed uncontrollably after all.

No matter how strong she is, when she sees him at this moment, she can't control her emotions after all. She tried her best to suppress herself from crying, but her tears poured down like a flood that burst the embankment.

The mourning hall had already been arranged, and the emperor was put down, and suddenly, there was a cry in the whole house.

Huang Qingtian can also be regarded as half the master of the Wumen. Moreover, when I was in Wumen, I got along with them very happily. These people are heartfelt and saddened by the death of Huang Qingtian.

The dead are like this, and the living are gone!

The funeral was held for three days.

Helian Yanguang also stayed in Wumen for three days.

It wasn't until the emperor's burial that Helian Yanguang left.

Huang Qingtian is dead, but he still has something to do. He can't let Huang Qingtian's death have no value, he wants to inherit Huang Qingtian's will and protect what Huang Qingtian wants to protect.

"Miss Yan......"

"Call me the Imperial Lady!" Yan Zhiyu interrupted him.

"Madam Huang, Qingtian has been sacrificed, and you are also mourning. In his life, the greatness of life, the glory of death, he guarded everything he wanted to protect. I don't think he regretted having such a choice. Before he died, he was speechless, but the way he looked at me I could understand that the most reassuring thing for him was you. So, you have to be strong. Helian Yanguang didn't know how to comfort Yan Zhiyu.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. When you meet Qin Yan, please tell him that Qingtian has dedicated his life to Tianmen, and he has no regrets. I hope that he and Tianmen will do the last thing for Optimus as well. Yan Zhi said slowly.

"You say. ”

Taking a deep breath, Yan Zhiyu said, "If one day, you defeat Duanmu Wenhao, please don't kill him and take him to Qingtian's grave." I want Qingtian to see Duanmu Wenhao die in front of him with his own eyes, so that he can go on the road with peace of mind and reincarnate as soon as possible. In the next life, you will no longer have to suffer like this. ”

"Good. Helian Yanguang nodded emphatically.

Although Huang Qingtian found the cover door of Duanmu Wenhao's Nine Turns Divine Skill, it was still not easy to kill him. Duanmu Wenhao must know his flaws better than anyone else, and he is bound to be on guard. In addition, his cultivation is so profound, even if he knows his flaws, I am afraid it will be difficult to take him down.

However, even if you know you can't do it, you have to do it.

Huang Qingtian paid the price of his life in exchange for such information, how could they live up to it? Even if they were crushed, they should have no regrets.

"You go, I'll be sent not far away. I'm going to be here, to spend a little more time with him. When he was alive, we were together for too short, and now, no one can separate us. He will always be with me. Yan Zhiyu looked at the tombstone, and the corners of her mouth were filled with a happy smile.

Her grief, not wanting to be seen, and not wanting to, show it in front of Huang Qingtian.

She wants him to go with peace of mind and without worry.

Helian Yanguang looked at her, sighed silently, and turned to leave.

Here, quiet, harmonious. There is no strife, no deceit, no intrigue.

This is the destination of his life.