Compared to the black dragon, Duguchen was as small as an ant. However, even so, he was not afraid, and rushed towards the black dragon again and again.

Xia Houying on the deck had burst into tears at this time, and she suddenly understood why since Duguchen appeared again, he always had a sad look from time to time. That's because...... He already knew that he was going to have this battle, and he was ready to die!

Xiahou Ying watched Duguchen jump onto the back of the black dragon, saw Duguchen almost thrown off by the black dragon several times, and watched Duguchen try his best to move forward on the back of the black dragon little by little......

Finally, Duguchen came to the top of the black dragon's head, only to see him raise the sword in his hand high, and stab at the top of the black dragon's head with all his strength!

"Whew!" The battered black dragon began to roar loudly, and its body writhed violently, until finally the entire crack exploded......

And Duguchen seemed to have exhausted his last strength and fell straight into Yingjiang from the air......

"Ah Chen!!"

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The sky cleared again, and the river, which had been rising, began to slowly recede, and everything was returning to its original appearance......

"Ah Chen......." Xiahou Ying looked at Duguchen, who was fished out of the river and was full of white hair, and the whole person was trembling.

"Miss Lu...... Dugu Gongzi he ...... ...... dead," Wei Ziqi cautiously said to Xiahou Ying.

"Nope! No, it won't! Xiahou Ying shook her head vigorously, refusing to believe what Wei Ziqi said.

He ...... It's really ......" Wei Ziqi couldn't bear to continue, and turned his back directly.

"Ah Chen......" Xiahou Ying sat on the ground, looking at Duguchen's lifeless face, his face was like ashes......

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On the silent mourning hall, Xiahou Ying, who was dressed in plain clothes, silently threw paper money into the brazier.

Yu Wenling walked in from outside the mourning hall and sighed helplessly when he saw Xiahou Ying's pale little face.

"Wanxin, you can't go on like this. You have to take care of Nan Rongliang during the day, and you have to come to guard Dugu Gongzi's spirit at night, your body can't stand it! Yu Wenling persuaded worriedly.

"Ling'er, I'm fine." Xia Houying shook her head slightly.

"If you are like this, even if Dugu Gongzi leaves, he will not feel at ease!" Yu Wenling continued to persuade.

Xiahou Ying raised her head and glanced at Duguchen's spiritual position, and smiled faintly, "Ah Chen won't blame my ......"

"Wanxin!" Yu Wenling looked at Xiahou Ying with distressed eyes.

"Ling'er, just let me stay here alone for a while, I'm really fine......" Xiahou Ying looked at Yuwen Ling with pleading eyes.

Looking at Xiahou Ying's appearance, Yuwen Ling finally just shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked out of the mourning hall.

Xiahou Ying looked up at Duguchen's spiritual position, and the tears she had endured for a long time finally fell. After Nan Rongliang fell into a coma, Xiahou Ying kept telling herself to hold on and be strong, but now, she really can't hold on......

Xia Houying realized at this time that her strength and bravery were just the worst disguises, and after removing those disguises, she was actually very fragile......

Life and death, she didn't dare to face it......

Xiahou Ying's cry resounded throughout the mourning hall, and the cry was full of grief and despair......

However, when Xiahou Ying couldn't cry anymore, a white light suddenly flashed in Duguchen's coffin, and the light became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a white ball of light, flying towards Xiahou Ying, who couldn't stop crying......