"Really? Where did you get the news?" The thick clouds quietly moved away and there was a rare moonlight in the yard. Long Boji said: "Don't have unrealistic illusions anymore. We can only rely on ourselves. We

We can only save ourselves."

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall raised his chin behind him: "Didn't this junior brother who is on duty to guard the faith tell you?"

"Ha, are you talking about the Zhongshan Weisun incident? I did just hear that, do you take it seriously?" Long Boji shook his head: "He can't beat Qu Shunhua. I don't count on it."

"But there is also hope of winning, right?" asked the true disciple of Tiantong Hall.

There was a rustling sound at night.

That is the restless human heart.

"Hope" is such a beautiful word, but it is also too cruel amid the wall of despair that cannot be crossed.

Looking at the densely packed familiar faces in the courtyard, looking at the pairs of unfamiliar eyes... those strange and dancing lights made Long Boji feel a little cold.

He knew there was a better way to handle it now, and he was not a person who didn't know how to weigh the situation, but for some reason, his heart beat violently twice. His calm mood suddenly became very irritable.

He tried his best to suppress his emotions: "Winning or losing, it's not that simple. It's very late, junior brother. Let's not waste each other's time. I don't want to discuss this now. I want to go to the front line to kill the enemy."

But the crowd did not make way for him, Senior Brother Nandou.

"My master is dead and was killed by Douzhao. It's disrespectful to say this - but I think it's appropriate for him to die. He fled to the sky by himself and didn't care about me." The true disciple of Tiantong Hall said: "Senior brother,

You shouldn't leave."

His heart beat faster and faster. Long Boji was agitated: "I don't know what you want to say. Why can't you leave? Get out of the way!"

Instead, the crowd gathered.

Those familiar faces were spinning in the field of vision.

"Senior brother, you are the acting headmaster of His Highness Nandou, how can you abandon us?"

"Senior brother, you have to stay and fight with us."

"Senior brother..."

"That's enough!" Long Boji suddenly pulled out his sword: "That's enough! Do you think I can't see your dirty thoughts? I will fight with you, ha! Will I die with you?!"

"Senior brother! I don't understand what you are saying!" The true disciple of Tiantong Hall said coldly: "You don't want to die with us? Why aren't you from Nandou Hall?"

God understands it, God understands it, but God is not there!

The world around him was violently surging, and his heart was pounding like thunder. Long Boji felt waves of disgust and a splitting headache. He raised his sword and swung it suddenly: "Get away!"

The out-of-control sword energy screamed and cut a disciple into two pieces.

"I'm not -" Long Boji took a step back suddenly, struggling to wake up for a moment in fear. He tried his best to suppress his chaotic power: "I didn't mean it!"

Anger suddenly broke out in the crowd: "He wants us to die, and he wants to live alone!"

"Can't let him go! Remove his sword!"

"Let him pay with his life, pay with his life!"

Bang bang bang bang, my heart beats like a drum.

Countless hands, countless faces, countless swords... everything is coming!

The crowds are like a sea.

The tide has gone out again.

"Whirring whirring……"

Long Boji was holding the long sword that he could not swing again, kneeling on the ground, panting violently.

"Huhu..."

There were five swords stuck in his body, the most deadly of which was the one stuck in his heart.

He felt that his heart was beating very fast, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, but he paid careful attention to the sword, and it did not tremble with it.

Why is all this happening?

Long Boji knelt straight in front of the door and in his courtyard. He tried to raise his head and opened his eyes to look forward. Everything in front of him became dark and blurry.

Blurred figures swayed.

The sounds in my ears are sometimes far away and sometimes close——

"He betrayed! He betrayed us!"

"He was the one who made the first move! We were just forced to fight back!"

"He also killed people! Killed fellow disciples!"

"He is a traitor to the Chu State! They have colluded with each other for a long time!"

"Okay! Let's kill the traitor!"

The junior brother who delivered the letter, the junior brother from Tiantong Hall, the junior brother who was killed by his sword, the junior brother who stabbed his sword into his heart... Long Boji could not recall any of these people's names.

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground, making a lonely sound. It was particularly lonely amidst the noise.

What are their names?

Long Boji thought hard and slowly lowered his head.

"Senior brother, how are you?" The junior brother from Tiantong Hall knelt half in front of him, supporting him.

At this moment, the face of this junior brother suddenly became very clear, and every word of this junior brother's voice reached his ears, and he could hear it very clearly.

Long Boji stared at him blankly, and felt the junior brother's heartbeat through the touching arm, which was so chaotic and strong——

Thump! Thump!

Long Boji seemed to understand something, and at the last moment of his life, he grinned.

…

…

One peaceful afternoon many years ago.

There are not many people in Taixu Illusion Realm, and there are only a few pedestrians in Hongmeng Space.

"This Dugu Wudi must be an old antique!" Jia Fugui said harshly.

"Someone must be between two and three hundred years old. Look at the old smell on his body." Zhao Tiezhu curled his lips.

"Everyone should be more objective." Shangguan analyzed in a similar way: "The naming method of Dugu Wudi was very popular fifty years ago. And his dressing style is really earthy, like his grandfather's.

That kind of person, he should be around fifty or sixty years old."

Jia Fugui clapped his hands and praised: "Brother Shangguan is still objective! It's reasonable and well-founded!"

"Ah, why did the old man accept this broken illusion?" Zhao Tiezhu cursed loudly: "We agreed to cultivate geniuses? Even those in their fifties and sixties, why the hell are they too old!"

"Hahahaha, Jiazi is too old!" Shangguan laughed so much that his stomach ached: "That's wonderful, Brother Tiezhu!"

Jia Fugui clenched his fist: "When I challenge Blessed Land, I will definitely knock down this Jiazi Taisui. His grandma still dares to be called Dugu Wudi. The most annoying thing is these old people with green onions stuck in pig noses!"

"Two brothers, it's rare that we get along so well." Zhao Tiezhu grinned: "Why don't you find a place to sit down and talk about it?"

"Okay!" Jia Fugui raised his hands in agreement.

Shangguan waved his hand: "I have to leave first."

He walked a few steps and added: "But I will come again tomorrow."

"Then, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!"
Chapter completed!