When Xu Yan heard Qin Mo's words, she was completely stunned on the bed.

Her beautiful big eyes stared at Qin Mo, and her eyes gradually turned red.

She didn't understand why Qin Mo suddenly said such words.

People need to be praised, especially after working hard for so long.

Just like if a child helps his parents with housework, he also hopes that his parents will reward him with a piece of candy.

Xu Yan worked hard all day and night.

She was in the hospital and kept tense for 24 hours until she finally fell tired in the hospital corridor.

“Is it because I didn’t do well enough?”

Xu Yan was a little panicked, "I... the first time I became the dean, I did something wrong, or..." "No, don't say that."

Qin Mo hurriedly stopped Xu Yan.

"You helped me stabilize the rear, so that many people were safe and sound. Without you, I wonder how heavy the casualties would be in Shiyang Street..." "Then you..." Xu Yan asked blankly.

"I feel sorry for you."

Qin Mo looked out the window and the birds on the branches were chirping.

"I was too selfish at the beginning. In order to do a good job in logistics and stabilize the rear, I called you from Yanbei here. You shouldn't have suffered this hardship."

Xu Yan shook her head and laughed, "I was originally a doctor."

"You didn't want to pay me a salary. I thought I was causing trouble for you, and you were going to drive me away."

"But you..." Qin Mo paused and sighed, "But you are not short of money. You could have lived a more relaxed and comfortable life, there is no need..." "Stop talking, okay?"

Xu Yan interrupted Qin Mo.

They all know each other well.

It’s just that I have some feelings, because I missed it, there is no need to pick it up anymore.

Of course, Xu Yan is not short of money. She was born in a superior family and is a top student who graduated from Yan University Medical College. She can get a relaxed and decent job in any hospital.

Of course, all this is not because of money...as for what.

Xu Yan didn't want to say it out loud, and Qin Mo couldn't make it clear. What I missed would never come back, and some feelings were destined to be hidden in the deepest part.

Qin Mo tried hard to squeeze out a smile. He smiled and touched Xu Yan's little head, "Okay, I won't say it."

"Then you have a good rest. Send me a WeChat message any time if you have anything to do. I'll go out first."

As he said that, Qin Mo walked out of the ward.

"Qin Mo!"

When he walked to the door, Xu Yan suddenly stopped him.

Qin Mo stopped in place without turning his head.

"Have you lived this life since you came to China?"

Qin Mo couldn't help but be stunned.

He had never thought about this issue carefully. For more than two years, Qin Mo rarely looked back and looked at the path he had walked. Now, after thinking about it, since he entered China, he has been licking blood on the tip of a knife step by step.

"Um."

"Then you...be careful!"

Xu Yan hesitated for a moment.

She wanted Qin Mo to give up, but thinking about it, she was nameless, so how could she have the truth to let him give up?

After all, it is not a world or a person at the same level. She can't understand what Qin Mo is doing now, and she will no longer persuade him like she did before.

"Okay, I promise you."

Shiyang Street and Wudou Street have only been completely renewed after two days. It is just a strong smell of blood. It will take some time before it can gradually dissipate.

Dou Jinning and Xie Bucai and the other two were urgently transferred from Yanbei to several engineering teams, and the two streets were completely restored in a few days.

The buildings stained with blood were all painted.

The scorched earth after the war was really no trace of it except for the still-existing smell of blood.

Tianyin City, sacred mountains, and cemeteries.

Hundreds of people, wearing black mourning clothes, stood here.

The Mo group died in a total of eight people, the Ye group lost twenty people, and dozens of residents in Shiyang Street died. As for the number of casualties of the fighters, it is even more uncountable... Qin Mo can still compensate for some of them with money.

But organizations like Mo Group, which are composed of casual cultivators, have no family in their entire lives. Qin Mo just wants to compensate, but there is no room for compensation.

Dozens of new tombstones, together with the old tombstones in the Mo Group, were placed together.

The brothers who had fought together finally met again on this day.

The Mo group, the Ye group, and these fighters all picked up their wine glasses and sprinkled the strong wine in the glass on this piece of loess.

Qin Mo leaned against a tree, lowered his head and said nothing.

This was the second time he came to this place. The first time he came to meet his former old friend with Mo Group, but the second time he sent his own person away.

This feeling of depression made Qin Mo almost suffocate.

Extremely guilty.

"You don't have to blame yourself, and you don't have any burden."

Zhan Gu walked over and leaned against the trunk with Qin Mo, watching people not far away burning paper for these departing people.

"They have never regretted it once, whether it is following Qin Yenan, or following you now."

"Do you know what old guys like us who are free cultivators who are not known in the world are most afraid of?"

Qin Mo listened silently.

Zhan Gu sighed and looked at the sunset in the sky in the distance, "What we fear the most is that in this world, there is no sense of existence and the value of living."

"So, from the day the Mo Group reorganized, these people have never regretted it."

"They already knew their destination and ending, but they... were still very happy..." The tears in Qin Mo's eyes couldn't help but slip.

He hurriedly wiped away his tears, walked quickly to the grave, knelt on the ground, picked up a stack of paper money, and burned silently for the deceased.

Qin Mo is only in his twenties.

He might understand the meaning of Zhan Gu's words, but he could not understand that as a person in his sixties, his state of mind would not be able to get any comfort from it, but instead became heavier.

At this prime of life and death, any separation of life and death is unbearable.

Suddenly, the quarrel not far away broke the silence here.

People were burning money quietly to mourn the deceased brothers, and this untimely quarrel suddenly rang.

"I'm on Wudou Street, killing more than ten people, and breaking through many of the main players in Wudou Street! I want two shops, so that boy Qin Mo must give it to me!"

"I have made quite a contribution! The martial arts street has been fighting for a day, and this kid is here to burn paper money and hold a memorial service. He is dead and dies. What a fuck! I don't think this kid wants to give it to our shop at all!"

"Ha! He dares! If you dare to treat our fighters as gunmen, hundreds of us are still afraid of them! Just kill him!"

"Damn it! Did Qin Mo hold a memorial service after the memorial service?

Are you still divided into shops?"

Not far away, dozens of fighters began to yell.

The noisy and harsh sounds rang across the grave, causing the paper money in the brazier to fly in a mess and not burn them completely.

The people from the Ye Group and the Mo Group looked coldly at the small group of yelling fighters.

They clenched their fists in anger, but because Qin Mo was here, neither Ye Group nor Mo Group moved randomly.

The disadvantages of pulling these fighters into the gang finally showed up at this time.

For decades, these fighters who have not had any royal law discipline have become wild.

Before, they had a common hatred of the enemy and took down the martial arts street together.

But when everything is over, the first thing they think of is profit.

"Master, look..." Qin Zifang couldn't help but bend down to seek the master's orders.

Qin Mo made a ban on voice gesture, "Don't make noise, I'm burning paper."

He let the chaotic noise behind him ring, and he still kneels on the ground silently, burning paper.

It's been about half an hour.

Until all the paper money on the side was burned, Qin Mo kowtowed three times before he stood up.

He walked straight past the crowd and walked over. People's eyes instantly looked at Qin Mo, and Qin Mo stopped in front of the two people who were leading the way to shout.

The two leaders also had some status in the original Battlefield of Yama.

A named Wang Mao, who used to be in the Arena of Yan Luo, was also an excellent fighter who could win seven or eight consecutive games.
To be continued...