"Ahem, ahem." The sound of a deliberate cough suddenly came to mind.

Qin Yan raised his head and met Mo Xue's playful gaze.

"Yo, I said junior brother, I'm busy caring about you Senior Sister Forget Yu when I come, even forget about me, Senior Sister Moxue!"

Mo Xue smiled narrowly, and her smile made the roots of Forget Yu's ears red.

Gently pulling out his hand, Forget the rain gave Mo Xue a strange look.

"No, no, Senior Sister Mo Xue, you, what's wrong with you? Is it better? ”

Qin Yan scratched his head, and his speech became a little stammering.

"Those of us who no one cares about, how can we get better."

Mo Xue let out a long sigh deliberately.

This made Qin Yan even more embarrassed.

And Mo Xue's words also caused the other person in the bed to laugh.

Only then did Qin Yan see who the other two people were.

It is boundless and unintentional.

However, the two of them were obviously more seriously injured than Forget Yu and Mo Xue, and their whole bodies were wrapped like a zongzi, if it weren't for the exposed face being seen by Qin Yan, he really wouldn't have recognized it.

"Just like you, why are you still smiling, aren't you afraid of the wound cracking?"

Mo Xue seems to be very familiar with Wan Wujiang.

Wan Wujiang sighed and said to Wuxin next to him: "I said Wuxin junior sister, look at it, people are more popular than people, we worked so hard that we almost took our lives, this kid came back intact." ”

"People are strong, you are a defeated general, can you compare?" Wuxin's cold voice came.

However, when she looked at Qin Yan's gaze, there was a hint of softness.

"I said, well, we are also the heroes of the formation, it's a little wrong for you to say that." Boundless aggrieved. There is no image of the heartthrob in the ring at all.

Wuxin didn't speak anymore, but glanced at Wan Wujiang, and it seemed that he didn't bother to say a word to him again.

However, she said to Qin Yan, "You can come back alive, it's really fateful." ”

Qin Yan also touched his nose, a little speechless.

It's nice to have someone who cares, though.

After chatting with a few people, Qin Yan took a stool and sat quietly beside Wangyu.

"Rest well, I'm here with you."

Forget Yu nodded, closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes shook slightly.

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, Qin Yan's heart couldn't be calm.

At this time, he was a little confused.

I don't know when I will be able to get revenge, and in the face of such a behemoth, maybe, the final outcome is also death.

And he also knows the intention of forgetting the rain, but he doesn't know how to face this intention.

Stretched out his hand and gently arranged a strand of hair in front of Forget Yu's forehead, Qin Yan was in turmoil.

The entire compartment suddenly became quiet, and there was a hint of warmth in the air.

Mo Xue secretly opened her eyes and looked at the stubborn and thin young man, and there was also a hint of pity in her eyes.

Wan Wujiang had already fallen asleep, he looked very handsome, but he was snoring when he slew, and he didn't have the demeanor of the turbid prince at all.

Unintentionally disgusted, he glanced at Wan Wujiang, but his eyes involuntarily fell on Qin Yan's body.

This teenager gave him a different feeling, and what this feeling was, she couldn't tell.

I just feel that my cold heart has a hint of thawing.

Three days have passed, and during this time, Lu Mingyun also came to visit them once, but his eyes were red, and it was obvious that he had not recovered from the blow of Lu Qingxuan's death.

Finally, one hundred and eight bells rang throughout the hall.

Everyone gathered in the main hall, and all of them changed into white linen clothes, and on their arms, a black cloth.

Forget Yu and Mo Xue have basically regained their mobility, and the two of them have also come here accompanied by Qin Yan, while Wan Wujiang and Wuxin are too seriously injured and are still recuperating.

In the center of the main hall, a huge coffin appeared, and in front of the coffin, kneeling Lu Mingyun and Lu Yunxuan.

Behind him, in turn, were the major elders, the children of the inner and outer clans.

At the bottom, there are the disciples of each sect.

Meng Yunfei stood in front of the coffin, his voice was desolate, and he said loudly: "Liyang mourning, start, kowtow!" ”

Everyone knelt down one after another, bowing to the patron saint of this family, the head of the Liyang family, the person who guards everything with his own life, Lu Qingxuan, three bows and nine bows.

Bursts of cries rang out among the people of the Liyang family, and Lu Mingyun's tears rained down.

Qin Yan had relatives in his heart, he didn't expect that he would participate in such a big competition and witness the fall of a family master.

After everyone finished saluting and got up, Meng Yunfei said loudly again: "Raise the coffin and let everyone worship!" ”

Ten sturdy men lifted the coffin and walked towards the outside of the main hall.

According to the regulations of the great funeral in Liyang, the head of the family fell, and the coffin needed to go around Yangcheng for a week to accept the worship of mortals.

The door of the main hall slowly pushed open, and at this time, outside the door, it was already full of mortals who had come to mourn.

The coffin moved slowly, and in the crowd, the cry shook the sky.

The people in the main hall followed the coffin out.

Qin Yan looked at the expressions on the faces of those people, and also knew how much this family master was loved.

"Who said that immortals try mortals to kill dogs, maybe, it's just that everyone's choice is different, some people choose to be selfish, and some people choose to guard."

Qin Yan's heart was touched.

He knew that with Lu Qingxuan's strength, it would be no problem to escape, but he chose to guard, and chose to use his life to protect his most precious things.

The coffin was still moving, leaving Yang City, and the cry shook the sky, and this cry turned into an invisible force, directly breaking through the sky.

The sky was raining blood.

In the rain of blood, the funeral procession is boundless, there are old people, children, husbands and wives, brothers, their faces are sad from the heart, because what they have lost is not a family head, but their relatives.

Finally, the coffin came to the center of Liyang City, where a huge pile of firewood had been piled up.

The coffin was parked on top of the firewood, and Lu Mingyun stood quietly in front of the coffin with a torch in his hand.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely be like you, and use my life to protect everything in the Liyang family."

The torches were thrown out, and the sky-high flames illuminated the entire Liyang City.

In the crowd, I don't know who started and sang the funeral song at the funeral in Liyang City:

Like the scorching sun, scorching its scorching glory

Heaven and earth are born, and they will eventually return to dust

The husband is worthy of his heart

The soul of the sun is gone, and the blood is not extinguished

Now my family is in charge, and I finally enjoy peace of mind

In the dark, I am frank and blessed

Like the ancient murmuring sound, resounding throughout Liyang City, the sound is desolate for a long time, but the pride in it makes people's blood boil.

The aftermath of the funeral song was left in Yangcheng for three days, and it did not disperse for a long time.