Even if they were willing, she would never forgive herself in this life.
Wen Shaoyi was lying when he told the Demon Lord that he didn't feel sad.
They would rather Gu Chunuan cry like Hua Qiluo.
However, she clenched her silver teeth tightly and said nothing. She just stared at the Ice Tribe disciples who kept jumping down one after another without even blinking.
No one knows what is going on in her mind.
No one knew how much pain she felt.
It is precisely because of this that the Demon Lord and Wen Shaoyi feel even more distressed.
More than a hundred sisters, in order to help her break the blood curse, died in such a cruel way in front of her eyes. How could ordinary people accept it?
The Demon Lord suddenly hugged Gu Chunuan's cold body and said in a choked voice, "Sister, if you want to cry, just cry. I'll give you Amo's shoulder to lean on."
Gu Chunuan didn't react at all, still just watching quietly as the sisters sacrificed one by one.
The pain is so deep that maybe it is so numb.
"Little sister..."
The Demon Lord reached out to cover her eyes, but Gu Chunuan blocked her eyes.
Her cold voice sounded faintly.
"They will not die in vain."
stunned……
The Demon Lord didn't know what Gu Chunuan meant by saying this, so he could only look at Wen Shaoyi.
Wen Shaoyi clutched his right hand tightly. His right hand was broken and the pain was severe.
Seeing the question in the Demon Lord's eyes, she said in a hoarse voice, "She will do everything she can to fuse the Dragon Balls to prevent their deaths from being in vain."
Wen Shaoyi wanted to hug her thin body like the Demon Lord.
But he had no position or qualifications, so he could only stay by her side silently.
The Demon Lord seemed to understand but not quite.
"After so many sacrifices, it would be unreasonable for the Dragon Balls to be unable to fuse together again."
The Sixth Elder closed his eyes in compassion, unable to bear to look at that cruel scene again.
Only Hua Qiluo was still beating the barrier desperately, crying heartbrokenly.
"No...no...sister...sister...don't dance anymore, I beg you, don't dance anymore."
"Xiao Qiluo must listen to his master carefully from now on, and even more, he must protect his master well."
"Sister...I beg you, please stop dancing."
No matter how sad she cried, no matter how much she begged.
The one hundred and five disciples would not stop sacrificing because of her words.
finally……
In their grief, all one hundred and five disciples died.
Bai Jin was the only one left beside Nuo Da's alchemy furnace.
Bai Jinfen clenched her fists tightly, and it took a long time before she let go. She smiled and said, "I'm the only one left. Master... take care of it..."
Hua Qiluo cried like crazy, "No...Sister Bai Jin...How can you be so cruel...You can't die...Sister Nuan, why are you silent? Please beg Sister Bai Jin, please let her
Don't leave us."
Gu Chunuan raised his head numbly and said with a dry throat, "Don't worry, I will take good care of Sister Qiluo. I'm sorry..."
"Bai Jin would like to thank my master here. I hope that my master... will have lifted the blood curse long ago."
"good……"
"Master cherishes..."
Bai Jin raised his lips in a smile, opened his hands, and jumped out of the alchemy furnace with a smile.
Just like her other sisters, there is no hesitation, no complaint, only willingness.
"Rumble..."
The flames bloomed again, accompanied by the mournful sound of the phoenix, as if lamenting that they had withered and withered like flowers in their old age.
The evil spirit in the alchemy furnace completely disappeared after Bai Jin jumped down, even the first layer of evil spirit disappeared.