Feihuo stood in front of Qin Huan's sickbed, and the surroundings were already in a mess, there were blood-stained gauze everywhere, as well as all kinds of bottles and cans, some of which had been knocked over to the ground, looking at the type of bottles, it was already the best gold sore medicine. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Steward Xu retreated from everyone and closed the door with his hand, Qin Huan was half-asleep and was already powerless to return to the sky, but he didn't call anyone else, only Feihuo was called, and even Qingwen was stopped outside the door and not allowed to enter.

Feihuo saw Qingwen being stopped out of the door with an unwilling face, so he had to comfort her and let her wait outside the door, but in this case, it was already

"Farewell to Death~"

Qin Huan lay on the sickbed, his head tilted in the direction of the visitor. Although he was treated with all his might, he was too seriously injured, and in the end, the ten whips became the last straw that crushed the camel, and the consequence of resisting the iron whip was that he was powerless.

Steward Xu had to temporarily use medicine to restore Qin Huan's senses, this young man who had no relatives and no reason, must have had a lot to say at the last moment of his life, but the last person Qin Huan wanted to confide in was actually this young man who had just landed on the island.

"Brother Spitfire, you're here!" Qin Huan said weakly, every word was overdrawing his last vitality.

"Brother Qin, why are you so troubled!" Feihuo was puzzled, and in front of everyone's eyes, he actually chose the most drastic way to show everyone this fearless spirit.

"I, I can't say more!" Qin Huan's voice became weaker and weaker, and the thoughts in his heart may not be understood by anyone, whether it is in the face of foreign enemies or door rules, he will not give in, let alone give in in front of the ill-intentioned Gao Liancheng.

It's just that his body may not be as tough as he thought, and the road to Dragon City came to an abrupt end here. But this may be a good thing, the Tang Sect still has the deepest secrets of the martial arts, and he doesn't need to know. How will such a young man with a fiery heart feel after knowing the truth about the future?

"Brother Spitfire, you and I haven't known each other for a long time, but I think you're ten thousand times better than that Gao Liancheng. Please take care of everything in this Tang Sect for me, as well as Qingwen and Senior Sister Qingling!" Qin Huan coughed a few times, and the blood he coughed up splashed on Feihuo's body, Feihuo did not retreat, and he couldn't help but be moved by this scene.

"I will, the game of Dragon City, I will do my best to help Tangmen~"

"It's not~ I found that the door master's state of mind seems to be very different from before~" Qin Huan's eyes gradually dimmed, and he struggled to point to the thunderbolt sword placed in the corner of the wall, "My sword, please take it, maybe one day it will be used~"

"Tell the door master that there are still two girls, Qin Huan will go..."Gao Liancheng's hand hung down, this dark battle before the Dragon City situation actually lost a promising young man for such a reason.

"Brother Qin, don't worry!" Feihuo picked up the thunderbolt sword in the corner of the wall, and pulled out the sword in the scabbard, as if a thunderbolt light emanated from the scabbard, and the mirror-like sword body reflected the resolute face of the young man.

Perhaps an assassin should not have the feeling of parting with ordinary life, but at this moment, a certain fire in Spitfire's heart was ignited again, and he walked out of the door without looking back.

Qing Wen saw a warrior with a thunderbolt sword, the warrior was dignified and acted like the wind, sometimes as gentle as a big brother, sometimes as strict as an elder.

Her tears flowed out of her face, like a trickle across her face, and uncontrollable tears blurred her eyes. She was almost on the verge of taking a step to meet her, but it wasn't the swordsman she knew so well.

"Qin Huan is going to go~ That's what he said!" Feihuo walked past Qingwen's side, and he was going to tell the Tang Sect Master the news. He couldn't stop, afraid that when he stood in front of Qingwen, the seemingly strong girl would rush over and hug him.

He can't comfort her, he is not qualified to comfort her, he can only go all the way. The flame in my heart burns even more fiercely, and only by continuing to go on will I not be stumped.

"Senior Brother Qin!" the girl collapsed and was held up by the maid on the side.

In the haze, the young man surnamed Qin walked farther and farther away, becoming the first Tang Sect disciple who did not lose his life at the hands of a foreign enemy, but he was not the last.

Tang Beiyi still stood in front of the council hall, not saying a word. The disciples on the side didn't dare to make a sound, and silently stayed by his side for an hour.

That Gao Liancheng returned to his guest room early, and he didn't have to clean up the mess of the morning incident. Although I feel that this time I have gone too far, after all, I have achieved my goal, so I will not touch the sore spot of the people in the Tang Sect.

As soon as Tang Bei saw Qin Huan's Thunderbolt Sword, it was made by him personally looking for craftsmen, using a special kind of mineral iron, which can absorb internal force, buzzing and shining when used, so it is called "Thunderbolt Sword".

However, this thunderbolt sword appeared in the hands of another person, the slightly naïve young assassin, who was also as resolute as steel at the moment, as if Qin Huan was possessed.

Feihuo walked up to Tang Beiyi, then half-knelt down, and then said quietly:

"Qin Huan said: Qin Huan is going!"

Tang Beiyi's expression twitched, and he was half a late before slowly replying: "Yes, it's okay like this, the fortitude of life, and the joy of death!"

"Come on, bury you!" Tang Bei waved his hand one by one, walked straight through the council hall, and then walked straight in the direction of Xiaobie Mountain in the apse.

"What a resolute life, happy death!" Although Feihuo was full of resentment in his heart, he couldn't speak, this entanglement in the Tang Sect was too far away from him, an alien assassin.

Everyone is forced to be caught up in this storm, and everyone is a pawn. Whether it was Qin Huan, Gao Liancheng, Qing Wen, Qing Ling, or even up and down the Tang Sect, as well as this foreign Heavenly Machine Assassin, they were all swept up in the merciless storm.

Only ruthless people can control this storm, and the storm in the world is only a small microcosm here.

"Whoever can control his own destiny can control his own life and death, and whoever can control the fate of others can control the life and death of others!"

Gao Liancheng stood in the attic on the second floor, looking at the waves outside Dongting Lake, such a beautiful weather, who would want to make this small island full of wind and rain in just a few hours?

"It only takes one sentence to bury a life, and I have to wonder if I have the talent to control people's life and death!" Gao Liancheng picked up a jar of flower carvings, and then took a sip.

"Brother Qin, thank you for the gift, life is fleeting, a hundred years in a moment, you are just one step ahead, when you come to the Netherworld in the next day, please invite me to drink an altar!"

"I just don't know, how many other people can drink together?"