Jiang Zebei looked at his dejected appearance, the cruel smile on his face disappeared, and he became gentle and affectionate.

He continued, "I'd rather bear the people of the world than her, she is my life." ”

These words reached the ears of everyone behind them.

Qingyuan listened to these gentle, affectionate, but not difficult to find words of grief in his ears.

After all, he is still self-willed, why hasn't he grown a little brain after so many years.

Senior brother's body is the most suitable vessel for raising ghost qi, so the day when the ghost qi is completed is also the time when his life comes to an end.

The ghost qi had been in his body for seven years, and it could not be removed at all, and it had become one with his body and his flesh and blood.

Chi Yi led the team of secret guards behind him, and when they passed by Qingyuan, they all looked at him with a murderous intent, and then caught up with their master's footsteps.

Qingyuan stood in place in despair, his compassion was ridiculous in the face of cruelty.

If he had known his senior brother's identity at the beginning, he should have told him his identity and the method of removing the body of the ghost qi, then he would not have fallen into this situation now.

But his relationship with his senior brother was not good at that time, and the reason why he was friendly with the other party was because he still had the intention of taking advantage of it.

After many years of getting along, even now, he has not done anything to his senior brother, but not saying a word is also a kind of harm.

Qingyuan looked at the figures on the steps, where the senior brother and the others were gradually moving away, wiped his face, and quickly chased after him.

No matter what, now that it has reached this point, there is no worse situation.

……

A moment of time has passed, Chen Mengtian took Ning'er and An'er in her hands, and walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, she and the child looked at the open door of the Dayin Temple.

The lights in the huge temple are constantly lit up, and the surrounding scene is clearly illuminated.

Chen Mengtian looked out of the temple gate, her heartbeat getting faster and faster.

Until he saw a vague figure appear outside the temple gate, Chen Mengtian couldn't help but hold it hard, a pair of children's small hands in his hands.

Ning'er pursed her mouth hard to prevent her exclamation, and she looked sideways at her brother on the other side.

An'er was also pursing her lips gently, but she didn't work as hard as Ning'er, and her expression was more natural than Ning'er's.

Chen Mengtian quickly realized that her strength might have hurt Ning'er and An'er, and quickly let go of their hands.

She took Ning'er's hand, saw that her little hand was red, and said apologetically: "Mother didn't control it, does her hand hurt?" ”

After that, he took An'er's hand and looked at it, and asked him the same.

An'er took his hand out of his mother's hand, he looked at the door of the temple, and exclaimed: "An'er doesn't hurt, mother, look, it's my father here!" ”

Chen Mengtian raised her head sharply and looked at the monks who had already stepped into the monastery and were wearing white-robed monk's robes, one of them was her Aze.

Jiang Zebei also saw Chen Mengtian standing outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall from a distance.

His gaze was gentle and affectionate, and the coldness in his eyes was as soft as ice and snow melting.

However, soon his face adjusted to a faint expression, even if there was an indescribable mildness in his eyes, it was not so intense.

Jiang Zebei and Qingyuan, as well as the secret guards behind them, slowly walked towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Suzaku, Shiyi, Dark Guard and others knelt in place for the first time when they saw the figure of the master coming.

"Welcome back to the master!"

"Welcome back to the master!"

Jiang Zebei held the Buddha beads in his hand and went up the steps step by step, looking indifferent.