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"Xi'er, don't be sad and blame yourself, hurry up, I already guessed that something would happen to your sister, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly, and our father and daughter won't even see each other for the last time." Purple Wanhua ignored the shocked gazes of everyone in the room and continued.

"Your sister works beside the god of flowers, and everyone is afraid of her and respects her, in fact, I already knew that something would happen to her, and I knew it from the beginning." After Zi Saliva Wanhua finished speaking, his whole body seemed to be out of strength, and he fell into the chair with no energy.

Zi Liao Qianxun frowned, and said puzzledly: "Dad, since you already knew that something would happen to your sister, why did you still let her follow Lord Flower." "Purple saliva Qiansheng didn't understand.

"Lord Flower's ability is so powerful, and Hao'er's ability is also so powerful, how could something happen." Purple saliva whispered to herself.

A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of Wei An and Zhou Yunxuan, and seeing Zi Lian Wanhua's sighing and sad appearance, he obviously knew something.

Rong Ling sat with a smile on his face, a trace of coldness crossed his eyes, so fast that it was unpredictable.

"Yes, the god of flowers is so powerful, how do you know that something will happen to Hao'er." Rong Ling pretended to be puzzled, but in fact, he did have doubts in his heart.

Zi Lian Wanhua looked up and saw Wei An and the three of them, they were all confused, and he sighed, he said: "This is related to the ancestral inheritance secret technique of our Sea Clan, and this matter is a long story. Zi Lian Wanhua obviously didn't want to say any more, so he asked Zi Lian Qianxing to help him up.

"Benefactor, take me to meet Hao'er."

Zi Lian Wanhua's voice was sad, and her face was sad, Wei An had a lot of questions in her heart, all of which made her suppress, and she couldn't bear to ask Zi Wanhua at this time.

Wen Xin stood in the courtyard with worry on his face, and looked at Shangguan Ming with uneasy eyes.

"He knows that Hao'er has passed away, will the internal injuries be aggravated, what do we have to ask him, can't we hide the news from him." Wen Xin frowned.

There is no greater pain in the world than a white-haired person sending a black-haired person.

Shangguan Ming took a few steps forward and stood side by side with Wen Xin. The voice is as soft as a warm spring breeze.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine, but it's safe."

Wen Xin nodded, she knew Wei An's ability. But it can only heal the wounds on the body, not the wounds in the heart.

When Zi Liao Wanhua came, his face was pale, and the brilliance in his eyes was extinguished a little.

Wei An nodded to Shangguan Ming, signaling that Zi Lian Wanhua already knew about Hao'er's death.

It's just that things are different from what they imagined. He knew that something would happen to Hao'er sooner or later, and he seemed to be ready for Hao'er to have an accident.

In the big room, there was no furniture left, only the red coffin in the middle.

Seeing the coffin, Zi Saliva Wanhua's hand holding the door was bruised, and Zi Wanhua had red eyes on the side.

Zi Saliva Wanhua asked Zi Shu Qianyi to help him walk to the coffin, let people push the coffin open, and saw the body wrapped in cold jade inside, he hid his face and sighed, and the tears in his eyes wet his face.

"The god of flowers chose you in the first place. I already knew that it would be such a consequence, and I blamed my father for not being strong enough, and he gave up you for the Sea Clan, so if you want to blame your father. ”

Zi Lian Wanhua clutched the coffin with both hands and said something that everyone couldn't understand.

Annoyance flashed in Rong Ling's eyes, he took a fancy to Hao'er, and wanted her to dedicate the power of her soul to herself, which was to raise Hao'er, this old immortal actually complained.

Outside the house, Wen Xin's little face was slightly bulging. He glared angrily in the direction of the study.

"There's a secret we can't hear, we have to let it out." Looking at Wei An and Man Dong Yu'an, all the women came out, and the men all stayed inside.

Wei An and Man Dong Yu'an's eyes met in the air. A strange brilliance flashed through their eyes.

"There's no secret, it's just that men talk about things, and we inevitably have some bad feelings." After Wei An finished speaking, he glanced at Man Dong and Yu An very meaningfully, and the two hurriedly agreed.

Wen Xin rolled her eyes, she was not a three-year-old child, so naturally she would not believe Wei'an's words.

It's just that it's going to be eventful now. She's not going to make a mess and ask.

Seeing that Wen Xin didn't ask the bottom line, Wei An quietly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, her heart was full of vague worry, she looked at Wen Xin, and her eyes showed unbearability.

Soon she hid her expression and chatted with Wen Xin intently, talking about the whirlpools that appeared out of thin air overnight, although Wen Xin didn't answer a word, she still insisted on chatting.

In the study, the two rows of chairs in the room were full of people, the door was tightly closed, and a dull and oppressive atmosphere came to the face.

"Patriarch, can she still be saved?" Shangguan Ming's brows furrowed slightly, he saw the sad and desperate look on Zi Wanhua's face, and he had already guessed seven points, but he didn't hear it with his own ears, he was unwilling.

Sitting below Zi Saliva Wanhua, Zi Saliva Qianxing, looked excited, stood up from his position suddenly, his face turned red, and he asked very quickly: "Dad, sister, is she really still saved?" ”

Zi Liao Qianxian looked at Shangguan Ming with grateful eyes, it turned out that he had always blamed them, they must have known that his sister might be saved, so they insisted on telling him about his father and sister.

They were trying to save his sister.

Zi Liao Wanhua looked at Zi Liao Qianxing with a closed expression, and sighed in despair.

"Where is it so easy, Hao'er, she is really dead, burning her soul and dying, no one in the world can save her." Zi Wanhua's hands trembled, and he suddenly hid his face and cried bitterly.

Burning souls is different from real death, his daughter has completely disappeared from the world, and there is no possibility of reincarnation.

Hearing this, Shangguan Ming had disappointment in his eyes, looked at Zi Wanhua who was sad and cried, and comforted him. "Patriarch, please mourn."

Zi Wanhua's suppressed cry echoed in the house, like the Y wind blowing in the forest in the middle of the night, making people uncomfortable and nervous.

Purple Saliva Qian's eyes were also red, and his voice was a little choked.

"Shangguan Gongzi, I don't know how my sister died."

Zi Yu Qianxing firmly believes that there is a secret in this, his sister is strong in martial arts, and not to mention the identity of the flower god messenger, how many people in this world can take her life.

Shangguan Ming's face flashed with guilt, and it was said that Hao'er's death had nothing to do with him.

"Hao'er died to save my wife." After speaking, Shangguan Ming stood up, thanked Zi Lian Wanhua sincerely, and bowed to him deeply.

Zi Saliva Qiansheng stood in place, his expression was complicated, looking at Shangguan Ming's eyes with doubts, unwillingness, and a trace of hatred.

His wife is fate, is his sister's life not fate?

Zi Lian Wanhua was a little stunned, and when he came back to his senses, Shangguan Ming had already stood up, he stood up tremblingly, and asked anxiously: "You said that Hao'er burned her soul to save your wife, does Hao'er's death have nothing to do with Lord Huashen?" ”

Everyone was stunned by this question, what does Hao'er's death have to do with the god of flowers.

Rong Ling, who was sitting on the chair, looked at Zi Wanhua with a slight displeasure in his eyes, and his displeased expression flashed, and no one noticed it. To be continued.