Seeing that Wang Junyuan was about to burst into tears again, he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't care whether I'm stupid or not, I just know that my master can't die inexplicably like this!"
Zhao Rui quickly looked at Murong Chunyu and asked, "Is it possible that you also think so?"
Murong Chunyu turned his head suddenly and said through gritted teeth: "Master Shi Lin died unjustly. His body is still in the cold. If we kill him at this time, we can at least let Master Shi Lin die in peace."
Zhao Rui sighed deeply, grabbed Murong Chunyu's shoulder with one hand and Wang Junyuan's shoulder with the other, and said, "How can I not understand the mood of the two of you?"
"But even if Master Shi Lin is in the Shaolin Temple, it is almost impossible to fight against those stinky monks in the Shaolin Temple. If you two go back like this, you will probably only gain two more lives!"
"You keep saying that you want Master Shi Lin to die in peace, but don't you two have any idea? Why did Master Shi Lin die?"
When Zhao Rui mentioned this section, Murong Chunyu and Wang Junyuan lowered their heads as if they had made mistakes.
The expression on his face is extremely complicated.
Zhao Rui tentatively pushed the two of them back gently while saying: "In short, this matter must be put to an end for the time being."
"If you two are like you and act out of your own will and focus on killing us back, you will only make the situation more chaotic in the end."
Murong Chunyu and Wang Junyuan were forced to sit back by Zhao Rui. The two of them were dejected and frowning for a moment.
Zhao Rui sat next to the two of them, picked up the empty teacup on the table, and played with it in his hands.
Seeing that it was already getting late, I thought: Maybe they would forget about this episode after sleeping. Although the death of Master Shi Lin had caused a huge blow to both of them.
However, after all, the two of them have never rested until now. As long as they can take a short rest, they may have a different mood when they wake up.
So, Zhao Rui walked to the bed and prepared to spread out the quilt.
Since Wang Junyuan was still young, Zhao Rui planned to let Wang Junyuan sleep in the room.
There is only one bed in this room, and Zhao Rui and Murong Chunyu sleep on the same bed.
If Wang Junyuan also sleeps in this room, then he needs to merge several chairs in the room together, and then put a layer of quilt on top of the chairs.
Zhao Rui was thinking this, turned his head to look at the two silent people, and wanted to speak.
But at this moment, I suddenly heard an urgent cry from outside the door: "Where is Senior Sister?"
Immediately afterwards, another person was heard saying: "Senior Sister? Stop making trouble. Wan Yu is now the sect leader of our Wuling Sect. Why are you still calling the eldest sister? You are not afraid that our sect leader will blame you."
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The man just now smiled and said apologetically: "The main reason is that we have been calling Wan Yu senior sister for so many years, and suddenly we want to call her sect master. This is really not smooth."
The man said urgently: "You have to scream even if you don't like it!"
Zhao Rui and Murong Chunyu looked at each other blankly. They could clearly hear the conversation outside, and they knew very well that Wan Yu arrived here just in time with her disciples from the Wuling Sect.
Zhao Rui and Murong Chunyu were stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran quickly towards the door.
After running for a while, I came to the door and pulled the door open.