Not far from the Jiuxiao Palace, Yuhao and the others suddenly trembled, knowing that their deed of sale had been destroyed, they were immediately puzzled, and they all turned their horses' heads and ran back.

The first floor of this drunken immortal building, has been broken by the fight just now, a mess, between the rubble and soil, there is a corpse lying down, Ying Long half knelt in front of him, Qing'er lay on the master and cried, the rain was angry under the huge force, the red silk rushed out to wrap Ying Long tightly, dragged over, but Ying Long did not resist.

This old woman is indeed very strict with them, but after decades of getting along, she has already had a deep affection for mother and son, and now she suddenly saw that her master was killed, and her heart was full of anger, and when Ying Long dragged her in front of her, Yu Hazy's sharp and hoarse throat shouted:

"You killed my master?"

Ying Long Mu looked at Yu Hao, his eyes were chaotic, he scratched his head, and said:

"Sister Yuha, it's not me-it's me-I don't know!"

Ying Long didn't know how the old woman died, at that time he only felt a gust of crisp wind into his body, and the muscles and veins of his body were several times stronger, and when he woke up, the old woman had become a dying person, but if he didn't kill it, it would be unreasonable, there were only three people in this room, and he had been fighting with the old woman for a long time, who would have killed him if he hadn't killed him?

Yu Hao was also puzzled, Master's illusion was even more above her, and Ying Long couldn't even escape his soul-snatching eyes, how could he escape Master's Fengtian Illusion, besides, Ying Long's face was ruddy at the moment, as if he had just slept a little, even if he had Qing'er to help, he shouldn't have won so easily.

She put down Ying Long, looked at the master's corpse, tears welled up at once, staggered a few steps and pounced, and asked in a sad voice:

"Qing'er, you say, how did Master die?"

Qing'er raised her head, her face full of tears:

"Master—Master just—just died?"

"Did Master leave any last words?"

When Ying Long heard the "last words", he preemptively said

"The old woman asked me to hand over the pot of flowers to my ancestor, and also told my ancestor: she won!"

When a group of people said this, the doubts in their hearts increased unabated, but they all silently decided that the master couldn't put down this pot of flowers, and if he could entrust this matter to Ying Long when he was dying, it would definitely not be the master that Ying Long killed.

Ying Long, Xiaoyaozi and the seven sisters of the Phantom Sect took the corpse of the old woman out of the "Drunken Immortal Building", Xiaoyaozi looked at the tall building behind him, and sighed slightly:

"Come back to Jiuxiao Palace with me, it's much better than here, at least I don't have to sneak through the window every night!"

After that, with a wave of the folding fan, the strong wind swept out, and the building could not withstand the wind, and in a blink of an eye, it fell to the ground with a bang, the dust curtain was filled, and the stones and gravel were scattered and rolled down.

They buried the old woman on a sunny hill outside the imperial city, and planted flowers on her grave, and sometimes when the wind blew, a few would fall, and those broken petals would float with the wind, where would they go?