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Ming Fengcao stared at this scene, tears couldn't stop gushing out of her eyes, slowly choking.

"He is the teacher's son, he already has two children. If the teacher knows this, he should be happy..."

Shaville said in his gentlest voice: "Old man Sox should know their existence. As a fortune teller, he should be clear about his bloodline."

Ming Fengcao's tears were even more intense: "Before the teacher left, he couldn't see them... If he could see his grandson, he would definitely be very happy..."

Lin Yu scratched the back of his head and sighed, "This is not necessarily, Cao'er, have you forgotten? According to the style of the old man Sox, he has basically devoted himself to the sect for the rest of his life, and he has always been in charge of this lineage.

The bloodline inheritance may not be attentive. As long as you can manage the sect well so that it will not decline, Old Man Sox should be satisfied. Don’t think too much.”

Shaville said lightly: "Lin Yu can also listen to these words. Cao'er. Don't cry anymore. You have reached the A-level, and there will be no obstacles in the sect. Old man Sox knows this, he leaves

I was very pleased before. The rule that was placed in the inheritance list was the last thing he brought to you. It would be great if you comprehend it well and live up to his expectations."

Lin Yu curled his lips, and was still worried about Ming Fengcao's depressed mood and gave up the opportunity to argue with Shaville. He was also the one with the most normal thoughts among the five people, and advised: "Sox, since Mr. Sox has passed away, follow us."

The Chinese people should be buried in peace. Is there any other rules for the Great Akarna sect?"

It can be reflected at this time. Although Lin Yu is very careless, he is still very pragmatic in nature. After all, he is a person who once managed a whole branch of superpowers.

Ming Fengcao slowly recalled for a moment and shook his head: "The top twenty leaders and members of the sect rarely leave records about their deaths. Most of them seem to... disappear and disappear.

, I don’t know if it was dead or because of the increase in strength, I jumped out of this box and went somewhere else…”

She took out the red list and turned to the page of Sox Fiesman. The name on it was slightly dim, just like the names of the people on the previous nineteen pages.

"Buried in the soil... I don't really want to do this. No matter where I am buried, the teacher's body will be desecrated in the future... Yes," Ming Fengcao finally remembered the big elf Hong.

He Qiu: "You two, you should know each generation of leaders. Do you know how they arranged it after they died?"

Hong and Qiu looked at each other, and Qiu, who was relatively lively and talkative, said: "In the central mountain range of the main world of the subspace, there is a cemetery, but only ten members of the sect are buried."

"Where are the other members?"

"The others, occasionally disappear one day, never come back. Unless we form a close contract with our master, we cannot feel too much information."

"Yeah." Speaking of this, Ming Fengcao finally felt a little excited: "Then, let's bury Teacher Sox in that mountain range. Hong, remember what I pointed out in this blood pursuit.
Chapter completed!