The heavens and the earth are sorrowful, and everything is sad.
The terrible potential impact of the origin of the world's origin, for many practitioners, warlocks, etc., has noticed understanding.
Knowing that the road has become more and more difficult to go, it has even been broken.
Without the future of these practice systems.
But for those mortals, they have no sense at all, and they only feel that they are a little sad in their hearts at most.
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Yan Kingdom's capital Jicheng, the gate of Prince's Mansion.
Yan Chunjun and Prince Dan, who were originally confronting each other, also felt inexplicably sad. In front of everyone, there was a kind of urge to cry and cry.
This makes the two of them a little weird.
"As a prince of Yan Guo, how can I cry casually? This is not possible." Yan Dan thought so much.
Yan Chunjun, who was standing opposite, also had a retreat in his heart, secretly thinking: "I am Yan Chunjun, covering the sky in this country."
"If you shed tears in front of Yan Dan, you will not lose your face."
"No, this is definitely not good!"
Just when Yan Chunjun wondered what kind of excuses, he left temporarily, and slowly sorrow in his heart.
A man who belonged to Luo.com immediately came to him.
Report to him whisper.
"I didn't find any abnormal clues in the house, everything is normal."
"How is it possible?!" Yan Chunjun heard this, and was a little suspicious in his heart: "Is it the boy who reported the news before, and was deceiving me intentionally?"
"Still say ... Yan Dan's guy has been doing too fast, and has already dealt with everything?"
Thinking about it, he didn't think that inside the Yan Kingdom's Jicheng, someone dared to deceive himself.
There is only one possibility.
Yan Dan, a kid, has hidden everything that may be exposed.
"Let's walk and see, this matter is not over!"
Yan Chunjun stared at Yan Dan deeply.
Immediately turned around and took the initiative to walk inside the sedan seed. He was afraid to watch more for a while, and he couldn't help crying on the spot.
Then the music is big, he can't afford to lose this face.
"strangeness!"
"Why do I have the urge to cry?"
Sitting inside the sedan, Yan Chunjun closed his eyes to cover up his tears.
I frowned and thoughtfully.
But he didn't wait for him to understand, the strange sadness felt disappeared, and there was no shadow, no trace, so that he could not notice any wrong place.
"Go, leave here today." Yan Chunjun suddenly ordered, and then instructed: "Send someone to secretly keep in secret prince's house, do not let go of any abnormal movement."
"Sooner or later, he will show your feet."
The man inside Naolo's organization heard Yan Chunjun's words, and immediately bowed his head to him, and then turned to leave quickly.
"Get up!"
Outside the sedan seed, there was a high voice.
Those dozens of sedanias bent over and grabbed the wooden rods at the same time, lifted them up together, resisted on their shoulders, and carried the sedan seeds to leave here steadily.
Looking at Yan Chunjun, who suddenly left.
Yan Dan, who was standing at the door of the Prince Mansion, was also relieved. He almost didn't hold back crying. Fortunately, he had a good wish.
But for Yan Chunjun's departure, he understood that that was not the end.
It's just the beginning.
"Back to the house!" Yan Dan turned around, and glanced at everyone quickly, reminding: "Yan Chunjun will not stop easily. Recently, everyone pays attention."
"If there is nothing important, don't go out easily."
"This matter is handled by the son of this generation, you can rest assured for the time being."
Everyone heard the words, and they should take it down.
Facing the strong and domineering Yan Chunjun, they naturally will not make a joke with their own life. Help the prince Yan Dan to make suggestions, they are rushing to be reliable than themselves.
After a while.
At the gate of the original number, it was almost scattered.
Only the Yan nationality soldiers who were stationed in the daily station existed.
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On the other side.
Inside Huaman Building, No. 1 198 VIP courtyard.
After taking a closer look at the rest for a while, the waxy yellow face of the thoughts became much better, but it still looked a little pale, and the mental state was very tired.
Not long.
Duan Mu Rong personally mixed his own cooking diet with his own cooked diet and came to the room.
"Master, drink it while it is hot."
"Hmm!" Nian Duan reached out and took the medicated diet that Duan Murong made, put it beside the table next to him.
Pick up a white porcelain spoon, gently stir the medicinal diet, and then gently squeeze the small mouth, showing a satisfactory look on his face.
"The heat is good, and the medicinal ratio is also very good."
When I heard Master praise himself, Duan Mu Rong didn't show much joy.
Instead of sorrow.
"Ke Rong'er has no way to completely heal Master, it's my medical skills, it's not good enough."
"It's not blame you, it's old." Nian Duan comforted Duan Murong at will.
Recalling those civilians that have been rescued by herself over the years, and even spending a lot of money to sacrifice her life essence, she didn't feel that she had done something wrong.
It's just a pity in my heart. I can't accompany the biological daughter for a long time in the future.
What is her physical condition? She knows that she is almost close to the state of the oil and the light is dead. It won't be long to live.
"I hope that before I died, I can watch him continue to live ..."
In my mind, I unconsciously recall the scene of the scene where I met the six -finger Black Man.
I feel more and more nostalgic and miss in my heart.
Inside the room, Xun Yuan sat on a soft collapse, and his eyes stared at the thoughts carefully. For her physical condition, he also had a count.
"The situation is a bit bad!"
"Her body seems to be abolished, and the atmosphere of life is weakened."
"It's not like a martial art master at all."
His eyes glanced at Duan Mu Rong sitting on the edge of the bed.
He hesitated in his heart, and suddenly opened his mouth and spoke a few words that made Duanmu Rong uneasy.
"You are about to die!"
"I can live for another three years."
"If you continue to consume the essence of life and go to cure some critical patients who are seriously wounded and dying, you will live more shortly."
"What?!" Duan Mu Rong heard this, and turned his head to stare at his master. He unconsciously appeared in his eyes and asked, "Master, what is true?"
Nian Duan looked at her own daughter, closed disciples, silent.
Hesitated for a while.
In the end, she nodded silently, which responded to Duan Murong's inquiry.
She knows too much about Duan Murong's true character.
A positive response from Master himself, Duanmu Rong suddenly burst into tears, and the white little hand covered his mouth, and he didn't want to make himself cry.
But the sadness and sorrow deep in my heart couldn't stop.