Jin Zeyu stood aside and listened silently, without speaking.
In the past few days, he has heard too much crying and felt suffocated grief.
He will never forget that when he confirmed that Xi Yue was dead, he was at a loss and despair, as if the goal of life that he had found with great difficulty collapsed at this moment.
Everyone in the Huangyi branch collapsed, they were crying hysterically, they were crazily digging the Cangshan Mountain with their bare hands, and they couldn't believe that the amazingly talented girl was really dead.
Everyone was crying, Shen Qingluo picked up Gu Liufeng's shattered mask outside Yanjing City.
The little princess of the Shen family knelt down in a pool of blood, crying heartbreakingly until she passed out and was taken away by Shen Sen.
This day and night in Yanjing, from extreme joy to extreme sorrow, only took a few hours, but for them, it took a lifetime to slowly forget and heal slowly.
Master Xuanqing drank another glass of wine, suddenly sneered, gritted his teeth and said, "Lou family, Qingteng clan, good! If you dare to kill my apprentice, I want all of you to pay with blood!"
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Jin Zeyu to reply, his figure quickly disappeared into the air.
Jin Zeyu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the pain in his eyes had been quietly covered up, and everything turned into persistent firmness.
He will become stronger, and everyone in their deserted hospital will become stronger.
Because it is weak, it cannot be protected, so it can only be lost.
One day, they will be strong enough to protect everything they cherish.
One day, they must get back the blood debt today tenfold and a hundredfold from those high-ranking scumbags in the upper world.
Xi Yue, you have a spirit in heaven, please protect us.
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On a remote island in mainland Siam, there is a quaint palace.
At this moment, the owner of the palace, a man in a purple-gold dragon-pattern robe, was looking at a crystal ball with great interest.
In the crystal ball, a golden young dragon curled up, floated in it, and fell into a coma.
On the other side, there is a projection floating in the void.
During the projection, the displayed scenes are constantly changing, including burning fire, thousands of miles of glaciers, rushing vegetation, and desert yellow sand.
And these scenes, which were already damaged and badly damaged, are now being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If Xi Yue were here, she would definitely be able to recognize at a glance that these changing scenes are exactly her Fenglongyu.
The Burning Sky Realm and the Green Wood Realm, which were severely damaged by wars and explosions, are being repaired bit by bit, and the surviving Zhenwei Army, Zhou Yan'an and others are sleeping peacefully in the repaired Shuiyue Mirror.
The elegant man in a purple-gold robe glanced over the projection, and finally landed on the little dragon in the crystal ball, shaking his head as if amused, "I never thought that a golden flying dragon would have such a sentimental feeling." time?"
"What kind of new master did you accept to make you so determined? It made me, the former master, a little jealous!"
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The ninth day of September is a day that people in Miluo Mainland will never forget.
On this day, Nangong Yu, the strongest god of war in Miluo, fell, and Xi Yue, the talented young master of Shengdetang, disappeared.
Because of Xi Yue's death, the School of Divine Medicine was completely reorganized. The staff of the Huangyi Branch changed from the tail end of the crane to elites. Under the leadership of Jin Zeyu, they reached the peak of the School of Divine Medicine.