Chapter 48

The Heavenly Sword Sect, which was once a major sect in the cultivation realm, was shattered in a short period of time.

The disciples of the disciples died, and those who left left.

Rats leave a sinking ship.

Chang Miao watched the Heavenly Sword Sect finally destroy it in his own hands, and blew himself up and died.

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When Ye Ran learned the news of Chang Miao's death, Ye Ran was on the street.

This kind of Ye Ran is estimated to be unthinkable to those who have been looking for him.

The once proud son of heaven has become what it is now.

His clothes were gray and tattered, and his hair used to be neatly tied, but now it was a mess, like a chicken coop.

In the past, Ye Ran's face was like jade, and he was handsome, but now this man has long been unable to see his original appearance on his face, his waist is bent, his eyes are shrunk, and his whole body exudes a burst of unpleasant smell.

He listened to the people passing by say that the Heavenly Sword Sect had dispersed and Chang Miao was dead.

Someone pushed him, with great strength, and the long-term lack of food made him hit the wall without any resistance.

Ye Ran slowly lay down with numb eyes and looked at the sky.

It's so blue!

The cramps in his stomach came one after another, and he curled up uncomfortably, covered his stomach with his hands, and bit his lip tightly, waiting for the pain to pass.

He leaned sideways, pressed his cheek to the ground, and thought: This is so big!

But there is no place for him in this world......

Night was slowly falling, and Ye Ran had maintained his curled up movements unchanged.

His breathing was weak, and if it weren't for the slight heaval on his body, someone would have thought that this man was dead.

That night, he had a dream.

Everything in the dream is different.

In the dream, the person who became a demon cultivator was Mo Qin, and the person who was hunted down and killed by the entire cultivation world was also Mo Qin.

The Qingchen Master in the dream is still fairy and beautiful, but there is no human touch.

Even because Mochin fell into the devil's path, he learned about his life with his own hands.

In the dream, he is still the radiant senior brother of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Heavenly Sword Sect is still the powerful sect, and he is still the proud son of the sky standing in the sunlight.

If it was such a dream, he would rather be immersed in a dream for the rest of his life than wake up.

Early the next morning, a small vendor found Ye Ran who was still curled up on the ground, and called him a few times but did not respond, only to find out that he was dead.

The corpses were already stiff.

The example of countless people who used to be quietly died in such a way.

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Over the years, the people in the cultivation realm have been looking for Rong Qi.

Some people say that she is dead, and some people say that she is hiding, and with her apprentice, the two of them may not know where to be happy.

What everyone didn't expect was that Rong Qi and Mo Qin were not hiding, they were still in the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Heavenly Sword Sect, Lingyi Peak.

Mochin took a basin of water, wet the handkerchief, and carefully wiped it on the face of the beautiful woman on the bed.

His expression was extremely gentle and doting, and if you listened carefully, you could hear him seem to say a sentence: "Master, I am offended." ”

After wiping his face, he put the handkerchief aside, stretched out his hand and put it on the front of her clothes, and untied the shirt reverently and nervously: "Master, I am offended." ”

The clothes faded away, revealing a perfect actress carcass, but Ye Ran's eyes only had love, no desire.

His lips lingered on her instead of a veil, and he wiped it over her with warm water.