Mo Fei’s mourning hall was set up in Tianle Medical Center for three days.

On the morning of the fourth day, when the sky turned white, Tianle looked at Mo Fei's coffin and couldn't help but look red again. She asked Bai Yu to carry Xiao Anan out and asked him to send Mo Fei for the last journey.

"An An, see you goodbye to my mother!" Tianle held Xue An's hand and bowed three times.

Xiao Anan is sleeping at this moment.

"Take him back to Lantingju." Tianle asked Bai Yu to carry Xiao Anan back. After a while, it was too much talkative. Don't let people know about this child for the time being.

Tianle ignited another incense stick with his own hands. When the incense stick was burned, it was time to send Mo Fei on his way.

Looking at the monks and drummers chanting scriptures, Tianle took out a few ingots of gold from the ring, placed the gold on the table in front of them, and said, "In a moment, you will use all your strength to blow!"

The monk who recites scriptures is still unavoidable. When he saw the yellow gold, his eyes immediately lit up, and the sound of reciting scriptures sounded much more pleasant.

"You haven't slept for three days and three nights, go and lie down for a while." Luo Zhongting couldn't bear it and gently hugged Tianle's shoulder.

Tianle snuggled into his arms and shook his head gently.

The moment Mo Fei's mourning hall was set up, Tianle changed into white mourning clothes and wrapped her head in a white mourning scarf.

Tianle never knew how many people's hearts had she tightened in these three days of mourning?

The ten maids were originally from the Jiuzhou Alliance, and they obeyed Murong Youzeng. Although they believed that Tianle was their new master, they were somewhat concerned about Jiuzhou Alliance. However, after these three days, they could no longer hold anything except the master Tianle. A master so good to their personal maid is worthy of their life to protect.

Every time Li Gejian came out of the Purgatory Tower, he saw Tianle sitting upright in a chair, guarding Mo Fei's coffin. He was so moved that his nose was sore and he suddenly had the urge to cry. Once upon a time, he had owed Tianle and bet on his own life, so he wanted to fight with his life to protect Tianle. Now, he wanted to protect Tianle with his heart, thinking about what Tianle thinks and worry about what Tianle is worried about.

Li Ge's Yewu stairs are too low, and he only killed rabbits and pheasants on the first floor of the Purgatory Tower, but it still couldn't last long, and he would come out almost every hour. Every time, seeing Tianle almost motionless, he couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.

This is the subtle feelings between people. When you give a relationship for another person, you may be moved by a group of people. The attitude towards people and attitude towards things creates a person's personality.

Zhuge Yunlang came to visit Tianle twice a day with sadness, not saying anything, just looked at her quietly and then left.

Zhuge Tianlian's favorability towards Tianle became more and more excited when she hoped to be friends with her.

When Yuwen Nankang came to visit the night of the second day, he curled his lips and realized through Tianle's affairs. It turned out that sincerity can be exchanged for many people's hearts. As for whether sincerity is true or false, what's the point?

When a stick of incense was about to burn out, the sixteen people carrying the coffin were in place.

Tianle gave each of them some silver.

A stick of incense burned out.

Tianle stood up, raised his hand, and shouted: "Get up!"

The person carrying the coffin stood up in unison and quickly lifted the coffin.

The person who sprinkled copper coins was nine maids except Bai Yu.

Tianle held the coffin and walked along with the coffin without sobbing, but just silently shed tears that made Luo Zhongting heartbroken.

"Mo Fei, remember your husband's words and go west!" Tianle held the coffin and repeated this sentence every few minutes. She suddenly believed that the gentleman who appeared inexplicably could see a person's past and present life.

Ten maids sprinkled money to guide the way. Behind them were the drummers, and behind them were the coffins.

Behind the coffin, there are people who come to see you off. Of course, most of them watch the fun.

After turning out of the street corner, I walked another two or three kilometers, and it started drizzling in the sky.

Tianle said softly to the coffin: "Mo Fei, have you seen it? It's good weather, remember to go all the way west!"

There was a voice in the crowd: "Hey, look, this girl is too young to resist the trouble. She is crazy. She has just said one thing along the way. People die like a lamp that goes out. Where can they have any soul? Alas..."

After walking for another mile, passing a stream, you can see the outline of Tianleju.

On the other side of the stream, a green figure blocked the way for those who came.

Luo Zhongting immediately became alert. A weak woman dared to block the road, so she must have something to rely on behind her.

Everyone thought the woman was watching the fun or just passing by. However, when the funeral procession passed the stream, the woman was still standing there, holding the sword with her hands on her chest, motionless.

When the coffin passed by her, she spoke out: "Jimo Ziya, long time no see!"

Tianle raised his head, looked at Jimo Zixuan, looked deep, and said nothing. After Mo Fei died, she was very sad. She suddenly understood what a sinful debt was. Killing someone was a matter of a sword. However, how many people would be sad behind the dead? No matter how unforgivable the person is, someone would care about it. How painful will the person who cares about him be after losing him?

"Jimo Ziya, she is still so arrogant when she dies!" Jimo Zixuan seemed to be angry with Tianle's calmness.

Tianle raised his head again and said, "I'm here to Xue Tianle, haven't you asked for advice?"

"Jimo Ziya, don't pretend to be garlic anymore. Hahaha, your surname is Xue, right? His surname is Xue, very good. Whether you are Jimo Ziya or a woman named Xue, today is your death." Jimo Zixuan laughed proudly. The bead hairpin on his head gently knocked out a nice sound like a wind chime.

Tianle didn't say anything and continued to walk forward with the coffin.

There are always so many disgusting people in this world. You just don’t want to kill people, but you are regarded as incompetent! Xue Tianle swears here that if someone doesn’t offend me, I won’t offend others. If someone offends me, retreat and retreat without retreat, and get rid of the roots! When you desperately want to kill me, you should think about it. If you die, how many people will be sad for you? How can you bear to lie in the coffin and watch the people who care about you lie on your coffin and cry bitterly? It turns out that people are not just for themselves!

When Jimo Zixuan saw Tianle walking forward with the coffin, he chased after him in two steps, raised his chin and said, "Jimo Ziya, do you know? As long as you die, I will become the daughter that my father cares most! I can marry into Yancheng as the young master's wife!"

"Get out of the way!" Tianle was slightly angry and his voice was cold.

"Hahaha, Jimo Ziya, are you anxious? You still can't forget Brother Lang, right? Hahaha, it's a pity that you can't live today!" Jimo Zixuan finished speaking, slapped the high fives hard in the air three times, and said, "I'll send you on the way now!"
Chapter completed!