With mixed feelings, Honglie stepped into the Qingyu Hall. And with a drop of sweat, dripping on the ground.

Zheng Yuyu's old voice also came from the air.

“··· Lie'er, about Yong'er... Have you seen it? ”

Honglie was silent until half a ring, and then responded:

"Returning to the Master, disciple... I've seen it already. ”

···“ The disciple dares to ask, Master...

My brother, how he died, I don't believe ... With my brother's cultivation of Takuha, he will suddenly die overnight. ”

After Honglie finished speaking, he lowered his head silently, and the more he thought about it, the more terrible thoughts would come to his mind...

···“ Alas...

This matter is not to be mentioned, and it is very sad for the teacher. ”

After Zheng Yuyu finished speaking, he sighed lonely and didn't say much.

“··· I understand. ”

Honglie lowered his head, clenched his fists and said, and between his expressions, there was a lot of sadness.

"You step back first, as for the thing you broke into Takumi... Let's talk about it in the future. ”

··· After Yu Honglie stepped out of the Qingyu Hall, an iron cable appeared out of thin air, blocking the hall again...

Honglie shook his head, looked at the sky and sighed, and then went to the Wangxian Sect, a magnificent Yunxia attic.

··· Piao Ran sat alone on one of his rocking wooden chairs, and between his beautiful little faces, he was a little more sad today.

"Macro Surge that guy, I remember, isn't his life quite hard...

A few years ago, I saw that he had two legs cut off and was carried back, wouldn't it be better to be rescued?

Why, all of a sudden, overnight, inexplicably dead, dead..."

Piao Yu sighed and touched the ant ink in his arms, although he didn't know what was happening at this moment.

However, he can still understand and perceive the sadness in his heart, and he also whines and screams a few times with him.

···“ Knock knock knock ————"

"Who?"

It's the seventh quarter of the unitary hour,

Honglie shook his head and sighed lonely. Walking towards the Wangxian Sect, on top of a magnificent cloud tower, Piao Ran sat alone on a rocking wooden chair, and on his little face, he was a little sad today.

"Macro Surge that guy, don't I feel quite hard...

A few years ago, I watched someone cut off two legs and be carried back. Didn't they all be rescued?

So... Suddenly, overnight, he died inexplicably. ”

Piao Ran sighed and touched the ant ink in his arms, although it didn't know what was happening. However, he can understand that the sorrow in his heart is also accompanied by a whining of sorrow.

···“ Knock knock knock ————"

"Who?"

It is now seven o'clock in the unitary hour, and the sun has already sunset, and at night, no one usually knocks on the girl's boudoir.

···“ It's me. ”

Honglie, who was standing in front of the red flag door, said lightly, although his voice was not loud, but Piaoran, which was located in a four-story building, could still be heard clearly.

Piao Ran opened the door, first glanced at Honglie in surprise, and then asked:

"It's so late, what's the matter?"

His face was hesitant, like a wooden man, and it was difficult to see any expression on his face.

Piao Ran knows, Honglie he... The blow in today's situation is really a bit big, after all... It was the closest relative to him.

For many years, Honglie rarely saw his parents, and his brother... It is also to accompany his growth every day.

He lowered his head, and after a moment of silence, he slowly spoke:

"Go in and say..."

··· He glanced at the elegantly decorated boudoir.

Once, he may have fantasized about the décor of this boudoir, but now... But he had long since lost that mind.

"Okay, come on, you come to me... It's something. ”

Piao Ran sat on the pale pink plush bed, hugged the ant ink, and said softly. Although it has not yet manifested, Honglie... But next to her ears, she saw a blush.

"Ugh..."

Honglie first sighed silently, then stepped forward and hugged Piaoran.

His expression was empty, but in his eyes, there was deep pain.

“··· Hey, what are you doing!

Let go, let go!"

The pretty face of the fluttering color became a little more red in an instant, and in his small mouth, he murmured indistinctly:

"I... I, I... People aren't ready yet..."

Honglie hugged Piaodye, and in the corners of his eyes, for some reason, two lines of hot tears flowed down unconsciously...

··· Pieces of snow and rain, falling on the world, falling on the edge of the bed, leaving love and hatred empty, and going alone.

The frost and snow are flying horizontally, leaving in the air, the frost is all over the world, the frost is all over the world, and the frost is all over the building.

···“ Lie'er, he...

Sure enough, I had already guessed it. ”

In one of its green jade halls, a white-haired old man was holding a white jade cup in his hand, and he muttered to himself alone:

"Well, he's already guessed...

So, this glass of 'wine' that has been hidden for more than ten years... It's also time to drink. ”

The words fell, and the old man sighed. The white jade cup in his hand was also suddenly damaged, and in his eyes...

It was also a flash of coldness.