No one knew that on that morning dew wet and cold morning wind, what did Lin Zhan and the elder Lin Mu say, and no one dared to say that His Majesty's dormitory was blown up.

The empire is singing and dancing, but in fact, under this calm surface, the undercurrent is flowing turbulently, so that people who know the inside story are frightened, unable to sleep at night, panicked and unable to live all day.

On the third day of the attack on the Qingyu Demon Beast Forest, above the court, Zhao Feng, the minister of the Ministry of Heavenly Engineering, and Li Yunqi, the minister of the Ministry of Armaments, played together, saying that they had a hidden illness and could no longer do their best for the country. His Majesty Lin Zhan, the lord of the Ming Dynasty, regretted that the two loyal ministers of the court could not do their best for the country, and gave a large amount of gold, silver and elixir, and sympathized with Lin Zhan, who was subordinate to him, and allowed the two to return to their hometowns.

The Zhao and Li families are both famous families in the imperial capital, but since then, the imperial capital has no names of these two families, and no one has stepped into the court or the army for a hundred years, even if it is the lowest-level village chief and other functions, no one dares to take on the two major families. A few years later, the families of the two families were attacked by a large number of demonic beasts, and the elite clans of the Zhao and Li families lost more than ninety percent of them.

In the underground dark world, a major event also happened, the "Ice Thorn Pavilion", which ranked sixth among the top ten assassin organizations, suddenly launched an endless attack on the fifth-ranked "Scythe of Death", and it is said that the "Scythe of Death", which lost a large number of masters because of a certain mission, only resisted for less than three days, and the lair was breached. Three years later, when the last apprentice-level assassin of the "Scythe of Death" was killed on the western border of the Eastern Continent, the "Scythe of Death", an ancient organization that had been inherited for 300 years, finally disappeared, and the "Ice Thorn Pavilion" successfully ascended to the throne and became the fifth largest assassin organization in the mainland.

The sun still rises every day, the moon still sets every day, the stars are still so mysterious and charming, and countless people are still struggling for survival.

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Things are people, and everything is resting, and tears flow first, and sadness and sighing.

The weather in April is very sunny, all kinds of flowers bloom more and more bright and dazzling, all kinds of green trees are also green shade, countless butterflies are fluttering, praising the beauty and life of spring, a qiē, very beautiful.

Qingyu City, Laijia courtyard, rooftop on the third floor.

Ryan sat on the chaise longue, at this time, it was the beginning of the rising sun, countless golden morning light generously scattered from the sky, reflecting on the white walls and black tiles of houses near and far, outlining a vibrant picture of the city, which was extremely beautiful and splendid.

Ryan didn't have the heart to enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of him, a month ago, after Rifle brought them back, they all threw them into the big medicine barrel and soaked them, using a precious potion called "holy liquid" to heal them, forty-nine large wooden barrels were neatly placed in the courtyard, and the fire was constantly burning under the barrels, and Ryan and other forty-nine people except for their heads were deeply soaked in the medicinal liquid, the scene was a little ridiculous, but none of the people present could laugh.

Stimulated by the liquid, Ryan quickly woke up, and he roared angrily, wanting to take Wang Yifan to be healed, and his appearance was even better than that day. In desperation, Rifle had no choice but to knock him unconscious again. After waking up again, Ryan roared wildly as usual, and Rifle knocked him unconscious again, and so on, coming and going, Ryan roared furiously as soon as he woke up, and Rifle immediately knocked him unconscious, and finally, even Rifford couldn't remember how many times he knocked Ryan unconscious.

Half a month later, when Ryan woke up, he finally calmed down, no roaring, no yelling, no crying, he just stared at the other forty-seven brothers who were still unconscious, his eyes were as deep as the mysterious starry sky, and his face was not sad or happy.

On the side, Hall was carefully watching over their forty-eight medicine barrels, and Hall, who was usually very aggressive, was now carefully controlling every flame like the most attentive girl. Hall was unlucky, the first one was knocked unconscious by the Warcraft Thunder Tiger King and Ryan together, and at the same time, Hall was also lucky, because he was unconscious, Hall was not attacked by the black-clothed man Lone Leaf, and finally became the least injured one of the many brothers.

After soaking in the medicine barrel for three days, all the injuries in Hall's body were healed, and his strength also broke through to a small realm, reaching the mid-level Bronze Horseman, which can be described as a blessing in disguise. No one would rejoice when they saw their brothers killed and wounded.

Seeing Ryan roaring and waking up again and again, and being knocked unconscious by Rifle, Hall was also in great pain, and after learning about the tragic situation from Rifle's mouth, Hall hated why he was in a coma at that time, and did not resist the danger of death with his brothers, Hall blamed himself.

Seeing that he was about to become as depressed as Ryan, Rifle immediately gave Hale the task of guarding the size of the pill barrel's firepower to distract him from becoming Ryan's. Hall was stupid from time to time, he quickly understood the intention of Laifu, now that the brothers were dead and wounded, only he was still intact, he could no longer grieve, he had to be strong, and he had to save his eldest brother Ryan from that sad and crazy love.

Therefore, every time Ryan woke up, Hall would come forward to tell him about their brother's childhood, hoping to help Ryan, but Ryan, who fell into madness, didn't recognize who he was at all, and Hold was bruised and swollen from his nose and face after a mess of punching, but Hall did not complain, he just told Ryan the best things they had since they were children again and again, until half a month later, Ryan burst into tears and pain, and finally admitted the death of his brother Wang Yifan and recovered from his madness.

In the next half a month, Ryan's brothers woke up one after another, and with the help of the powerful liquid, everyone was quickly recovering from their injuries, and the injuries that were almost seriously injured to death were completely repaired within half a month, and everyone's strength broke through a small realm and reached the middle-level Bronze Horseman.

After waking up, Lin Xiaofeng, Lin Xiaomi and others remained silent very tacitly, but said that they would bring their dead good brother Wang Yifan back to his hometown for a thick burial, Lane nodded in agreement, so everyone got busy, today is the day for Wang Yifan's soul to return to his hometown.

"Big brother, it's time to go. Behind Ryan came Hale's deep voice, reminding him that the time was up.

Ryan nodded heavily, changed into sackcloth without saying a word, wore a white cloth on his head, and lifted the green jade coffin containing Wang Yifan with Hall, Lin Xiaofeng, and Lin Xiaomi.

Facing Wang Yifan's painful family, Lane had to kneel down heavily to express his apologies, Wang Yifan died for himself, and no matter how much he did, he couldn't soothe the grief of his family.

I don't kill Beren, but Beren died because of me, is he really a disaster? Standing in front of the tombstone, Ryan thought with some frustration, thinking about the attack seven years ago, five or six thousand neighbors died because of him, and this time his good brother died, so what about next time? Who will be the turn next time?

Ryan's heart was suddenly in great pain, and he fell to his knees in front of the tombstone.

After a long time, Ryan stood up, and there was no longer a trace of weakness in his eyes, replaced by an incomparably cold look, and a trace of murderous aura that was extremely hidden but infinitely terrifying.

"Today, at my brother's grave, I swear that if anyone hurts my brother again in the future, even if the poor fall into the Yellow Spring, I will kill him and destroy his race!" Ryan said with a fierce oath with his palms raised.

"Since you're so afraid of me taking that throne, then, no, I'm going to fight for it too! From today onwards, my name is Lynn!" Lane said, no, Lynn gritted his teeth in a low voice, recovering his original surname.

If Concubine Hua and Concubine Li knew that their assassination would make Lynn have an extremely strong desire to snatch the throne, they would definitely want to die headlong, and they would be shooting themselves in the foot.

Originally, Lynn just wanted to live happily with his relatives and brothers, drinking wine and eating meat every day, plus Xiaomei, a beautiful woman, to live a chic life. However, now, Ryan, who has been aroused with endless thoughts of revenge, has decided to snatch the throne that belongs to him in the first place.