"Sixth Senior Sister, you have always... always been so powerful, there has never been any difficulty that can stump you... I beg you to tell me, you can save Senior Brother... tell me!"
The people of Xiaoyaomen have always had a personality that would rather shed blood than cry.
At this time, almost everyone was in tears.
Qin Jiu still had a silly look on his face, as if he didn't understand what happened.
But seeing everyone crying, his tears also fell down.
He knelt in front of Yun Ruohan, patted his chest, and said to Muyan: "Little Junior Sister... wants blood, flesh, use mine... Xiao Qi is too thin, it's not good... use mine, save... save senior brother !"
He yelled for a long time, but everyone just cried and ignored him.
Puzzled Ling Yusheng and Leng Yumo, they stumbled and said: "Xiao Wu, Yumo, I... I am strong, I have a lot of flesh... I can really... you guys... tell my junior sister for me... Tell me!"
Ling Yusheng couldn't hold it any longer, and sat down on the ground, covered his face, and wailed in pain.
If possible, he would also like to give his flesh and blood to the senior brother, as long as... as long as the senior senior brother can live.
Leng Yumo pulled out the Red Lotus Seizing Soul Saber, and slashed fiercely at the boulder in the distance.
With a bang, the flames roared into the sky, and the boulder shattered into powder.
Leng Yumo threw down the long saber, knelt down in front of Muyan, grabbed her hand, and cried: "Little junior sister, senior brother, can he not die? Can he not die? We are the Seven Sons of Xiaoyao! If we are missing Eldest brother, then what are we?"
Keeping the seven out of the six is tantamount to having nothing, and they can no longer return to the past.
Yun Ruohan's heart was already calm, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel pain in his heart.
However, his body has been necrotic.
Even my eyesight was a little blurry, let alone shed tears.
He couldn't even say a few words to comfort his younger brothers and sisters.
"Little Junior Sister."
Suddenly, a hoarse and steady voice sounded.
Muyan's gaze turned to Chu Moli.
Her third senior brother has a mysterious origin, mysterious strength, and unpredictable thoughts.
Muyan has never seen him cry, nor has she seen him really smile.
Sometimes, she even wondered if Chu Moli was always wearing a mask and would never show her true heart to others.
But at this moment, seeing him pushing the wheelchair, Chu Moli was slowly walking towards him.
Compared with other people in Xiaoyaomen, his expression is so calm and calm.
There was not a single tear in the corner of his eyes, and his every move was so smooth and calm.
Obviously, Chu Moli at this moment is no different from normal days.
But Muyan looked at Chu Moli who was walking slowly, but felt as if she had touched the true heart of this third senior brother.
"Junior Sister." Chu Moli slowly raised his head, looked at Muyan, and asked word by word, "The physical body that has been taken away and reborn is dead, and spiritual cultivation cannot continue to survive, so what if... a demon cultivation?"
Muyan was taken aback for a moment, then her pupils shrank suddenly.
Her hands were tightly clenched into fists, and chaotic thoughts whizzed through her mind.
Abandoning the death of the reborn body, spiritual cultivation cannot continue to survive, so what if... the cultivation of demons
"Little Junior Sister? What does Third Senior Brother mean?"
There were anxious inquiries from the people of Xiaoyaomen.
But these voices seem to be far away from Muyan.
She walked up to Yun Ruohan step by step, slowly grabbed his already cold and stiff hand, and murmured in a low voice: "Xu Yilun can survive, Jiusha can survive... why can't you, big brother?"