In mid-air, two figures fell down, just in time to separate Nalan Lingruo and Wen Shaoyi.
One of them was the Supreme Elder of the Song and Yuan Dynasties. He was dying, so pale that he could hardly be seen, and the aura on his body was almost empty.
Wen Shaoyi didn't know where he got the strength to break free from the servant's shackles and rushed to Song Yuan's side.
He wanted to help Song Yuan up, but his body was transparent when he touched him.
"Grandpa Song..."
Song Yuan stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, struggled a few times to get up, but failed to do so, so he fell down.
He looked at Deputy Clan Sikong who was also seriously injured and dying with some disappointment, unwilling to give up.
"One move away, just one move away, and I can kill him."
But his body couldn't support it any longer.
God is so unfair.
Such a treacherous and evil person is still allowed to wander around in the world.
"Grandpa Song, tell me, how can I save you?"
Wen Shaoyi was helpless and helpless, just like when he was in the endless abyss.
After hearing Wen Shaoyi's words, Song Yuan's eyes softened. He reached out to touch Wen Shaoyi, but what he touched was transparent.
There was a bit of bitterness in Song and Yuan's words, but they were said indifferently.
"Grandpa Song is old. He has lived for more than a hundred years. He should have died long ago. Being able to live for so long is already a gift from God. Shaoyi doll, don't be sad. You know that Grandpa Song has been most afraid of since he was a child.
I'm sad to see you."
"It doesn't matter whether you are the patriarch's biological son or not. What matters is that you are you, the kind and elegant Shaoyi doll."
"Remember, we don't have to take the position of patriarch, but let's not let anyone bully you. If anyone dares to bully you, you will beat him, hard."
"Grandpa Song, please stop talking about this and tell me first, how can I save you?"
"It can't be saved. I'm afraid I can't stay with you anymore. My child, don't be sad. Even if Grandpa Song is in despair, he will leave a trace of his thoughts to accompany you forever."
"Your pipa bone can be repaired. Grandpa believes that if you are such a good person, God will not treat you so cruelly."
"Grandpa Song..."
"Don't cry, my poor Shaoyi baby. It's because grandpa doesn't have the ability to fight a bloody path for you. Grandpa is unwilling to accept it..."
"What can you do if I die and you are all alone? What can you do? Phew... "
Not sure if he was too excited, or if all his life force had been burned out, Song Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body turned into a point of light and disappeared without a trace.
"Grandpa Song Yuan..."
Wen Shaoyi tried desperately to grab it, but couldn't grab anything, so he could only kneel down dejectedly.
In the Jade Clan, four supreme elders died tragically one after another, and thousands of disciples were killed by Gu Chunuan and others.
In the Tianfen clan, thousands of disciples were killed by Sikong and Nalan, and each one of them was clearly imprinted in their mind.
And these people were just trying to protect him.
He was burdened with too many lives.
Once, he thought that as long as he treated people sincerely and kindly, he could always turn resentment into a virtue and make the world a better place.
Now look around.
He was wrong.
Big mistake.
This world is a cannibal world.
Only if you are strong enough can you not be bullied.
Only when you are strong enough can you protect the people you want to protect.
No matter how kind you are, people will buy your fault.
Now, he is being picked on...
The Tianfen tribe is facing the biggest crisis in thousands of years.
He no longer has any trump cards to make a comeback.