"You trapped yourself in the small world of the Jiuli Tribe, guarding that bit of power and cultivation and refusing to let go, but you thought you had the whole world."
"However, in fact, the only thing you have from the beginning to the end is Lin Wan, a younger sister."
"Only she loves you, Lin Huai, from beginning to end. Even if she was hurt and betrayed by you, she never thought of leaving you."
"Lin Huai, have you treated your only sister well these years?"
"Do you still hold even a little bit of your own in your hands?"
Lin Huai's chapped lips parted, and the pain in his body gradually went away.
But he felt as if a piece of his heart had been severely gouged out, it was painful and empty.
He suddenly realized that he had just lost something very important.
Lost forever, never... never to return.
Lin Huai's body curled up into a ball.
The blue flame that had been blocked by his divine power from continuing to burn up suddenly shot up, burning Lin Huai's whole body in an instant.
But this time, Lin Huai did not cry out in pain and beg for mercy.
He curled himself up like a baby.
Muttering in a low voice: "Wan'er... Wan'er..."
As if he had seen something, the severed hand stretched out tremblingly, with a hopeful and happy expression on his face.
Muddy tears flowed slowly from the corners of his eyes.
Wan'er, Xiaojiu...
How nice it would be to do it all over again...
If I could do it all over again, I would rather give up everything in exchange for your happiness.
If life is only as it was first seen, why is the autumn wind sadly drawing a fan.
The flames completely engulfed Lin Huai's body, burned it to ashes, and drifted away with the wind.
Han Chujiu stared into the distance in a daze, finally turned around indifferently, and ran towards his precious apprentice.
Di Ming Jue has already hugged Muyan up at this moment, there is no trace of coldness on his face anymore, only worry and concern remain.
Muyan's condition is very bad at this time.
His face was as white as rice paper, and his whole body was trembling slightly.
Even though Lin Huai was dead, she didn't get better, on the contrary, her condition got worse.
"Let me see!" Han Chujiu said urgently.
He grabbed Muyan's wrist, and after probing for a while, his face was cloudy and uncertain.
Li Weiran said with a smile on the side: "Don't worry about it, Muyan was fed Huangquan fruit by Lin Huai, and now it's been a stick of incense, and the Huangquan fruit has melted in her dantian. This is her soul in the Nine Nether Yellow Springs Suffering!"
Han Chujiu gritted his teeth.
He was really too cheap just now, Lin Huai, that bastard.
How could he die so easily
He even dared to bully his precious apprentice like this!
Obviously, he should have been tortured, and in the end, he would be better off dying and going to hell!
At this time, Han Chujiu completely forgot that the only Yellow Spring Fruit in the world was swallowed by Muyan, and the [Bi Shore Yellow Spring Curse] on him may no longer be curable.
Di Ming Jue is also stunned when he hears the word Huang Quan Guo, and looks at Han Chujiu.
Han Chujiu frowned and said: "If it's just because of swallowing the Yellow Spring Fruit, with Muyan's [Unstained Body] physique, there shouldn't be any problem. She will be able to wake up in about three months, and her cultivation can go a step further. But The pain she has suffered during this period is really like rolling through hell. And no one can help her relieve it."
Di Ming Jue hugs the trembling person in his arms a little tighter, his eyes are full of distress.