Langwu looked at the girl who was crying in a complicated expression.

He didn't know what happened just now. He didn't expect such an ending? Ningxia finally survived, but she seemed very sad... very sad.

"Who is Chonghuan...? Is there someone inside just now?" He asked softly when the girl's mood calmed down, but he still couldn't untie the confinement.

The third brother had already gone to the front to investigate. Before it was confirmed, it was still very dangerous. He could not let Ningxia run over, just because he was afraid that there would be some danger. Otherwise, wouldn’t this person be saved in vain? Although it seemed that they didn’t save him...

The incident happened suddenly just now, and they were confused now, but they could see clearly the whole process.

At that time, Wan Ziming had a disagreement and clearly wanted to kill Ningxia, and blood was splattering on the spot. According to the situation at that time, even if they were twice as fast as possible, they would not be able to save Ningxia. If nothing unexpected happened, Ningxia would have to die.

Unexpectedly, before Wan Ziming used his sword to cut off Ningxia's head, he was stabbed to death by a sword that came from. This was definitely not something Ningxia moved. How should he do it at that angle?

He just found that it was unlikely that he would have checked Ningxia. This little thing was seriously injured, lost too much blood, his wound was inflamed and his whole body was full of fever, his spiritual power was empty, and he even had a faint overdrawn image.

How could such a young monk successfully attack a Jindan real person? At that time, Qianmian Sanren was not injured.

Besides, Wan Ziming's death was so strange. They didn't know what had happened before and had never seen it before.

The black fog came too strangely, and the sword came very strangely.

Why was Wan Ziming penetrated his heart by a sword at that time, but he still struggled for so long before he died? And why was there only a corpse left after this person's death?

Also, if he remembered correctly, Wan Ziming only kidnapped Ningxia. After they surrounded each other, they only saw Ningxia and Qianmian Sanren, without anyone else, and he was sure.

But who was the person Ningxia was calling desperately in the end? Who did she want to rush back to save?

The one named Chonghuan could not be Wan Ziming, right? Lang Wu scoffed at his whimsical thoughts.

What happened tonight was really incredible, which made Lang Wu feel that the friend Ning, who was considered an acquaintance, was covered with a veil.

He seemed to be unable to see this person clearly. Lang Wu looked at Ningxia, who was deeply thought to himself.

"Who is Chonghuan?" Ningxia, who was temporarily imprisoned, looked at Yanlang Wu without any hesitation. From this angle, he could clearly see the sadness and despair flashing in the girl's eyes, as well as helpless self-blame. Lang Wu, who was about to say, suddenly couldn't say it again.

No, nothing was left. She searched her soul and even screamed loudly, and no one responded to him.

There is no more of the other end of the connection in the soul. It is clean and there is really nothing, just like nothing has happened.

This thing she had dreamed of in her dreams was realized in a way that she could not accept the most. She was able to get what she wanted and suffered while suffering.

Chonghuan is really gone.

Ningxia knew clearly that it was not a false alarm, nor a joke, there was no hope... he would still be alive.

Her friend left her in such a ridiculous and funny way. She hadn't even had time to say goodbye to him...

When she heard the question from Langwu, she opened her mouth and wanted to tell him that Chonghuan was her friend and best friend.

But as she walked towards this side, looked at the skeleton being carried over, and the sword that was dimly stuck in the ribs of the bones... she even stopped and suddenly couldn't say anything.

Who is Chonghuan?

The holy vein of the Li clan? He was a person, once a person, and he could no longer be a human being. And they didn’t know that except her, Xie Shi, and Chonghuan himself, no one knew that there was a person like Chonghuan in this world.

She sadly couldn't tell others that her friend had lost his life just now and could never come back.

She didn't even dare to tell others that this sword was her friend.

"He... is my sword." Ning Xia even swallowed the dull sword from the bone, crying like a three-year-old child. She hugged it in her arms regardless of the care, and no one was willing to let go, as if she could still feel the pulse of life.

Lang Sanlang Wu and others didn't know what she was sad and sad, so they just watched the child crying silently, but no one spoke for a while.

After crying, she completely lost her strength, and all her fatigue surged up, and she didn't want to do anything. Confusion and pain drowned her, and she was barely lying in the arms of Lang Wu.

He was still holding the sword tightly in his arms, and no one could pull it out.

Lang Wu was afraid that she would be stabbed when she hugged her too tightly, and saw that she had fallen asleep, so she wanted to pull out the sword carefully. She didn't expect that the other party would hug her too tightly, so she refused to let go. If she pulled it out, she would hurt her immediately, so she had no choice but to give up.

He sighed and looked at Lang San: "Let's go. Let's go back first. Let's talk. She needs to heal her wounds well. If she drags on her, it will burn. I'll ask when I wake up."

"good."

Lang Sanlang Wu led the disciples of Greedy Wolf Mace back to the Worm City, and brought one seriously injured and the other dead. There were still many things waiting for them to deal with when they returned, so I was afraid they could only stay up all night.

Lang Wu, who put Ningxia in the carriage, sighed again.

No one noticed that Ningxia was holding the sword, even though she was close to her skin, she had never hurt Ningxia a single point even though she was so close.

Its blade was as dim as his current sword body, losing its former sharpness or his soul.

"Chonghuan..."

The last time.

Really...got to be goodbye.

No one heard it. In the spacious carriage, someone sighed, softly, with regret and pity. Then it disappeared with the wind, as if nothing had ever appeared.

A tear overflowed from Ningxia's tightly closed eyes, slowly crossed his face and penetrated into his temples.

goodbye.

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Wu Family Secret Room

There was a gust of air in the closed dark room, rolling endlessly, with a sharp air, as if clamoring for something, expressing its dissatisfaction.

The old god was sitting upright on the couch without moving his eyes.

A long sword was floating in front of him, and the gorgeous scabbard was shaking violently. The strange wind was howling, as if life was trembling excitedly, and it made a sonorous sound of swords. It seemed that something inside would not be blocked and popped out.

"Okay, okay, okay! I'm finally back. I've really told me to wait for a long time." The monk Xuanyi was so excited that he couldn't help himself. His face, which had been calm all year round, twisted a strange expression.
Chapter completed!