Like a beast on the verge of despair, he knelt in the mess on the ground, looked at the torn rice paper, and howled in despair.
In bursts.
Life is worse than death.
He hunched his body in a strange posture.
Already burst into tears.
When he saw the torn painting, he slowly picked up the broken one.
Carefully hold it in the palm of your hand and place it against your chest.
How could Chu Cheng, the woman he loved most?
He had never felt so regretful as he did now.
Emotions of guilt and regret are like a capsized sea, pouring in from all directions.
Ruthlessly, completely, it devoured him.
Chu Changge lay on the ground, holding the broken painting tightly with both hands. He closed his eyes and whined.
The mother-in-law of the three tribes looked at Chu Changge and sighed.
She felt that this move was too cruel.
It would be better to let Chu Changge live in the illusion.
At least he can still be carefree, but when he thinks of his hometown occasionally, his brows will be stained with sadness.
Such a devastating blow can easily crush a person and destroy a life.
But if you struggle to get up from adversity and achieve Nirvana, you may be able to soar into the sky and turn everything around.
The young man in red slowly came to Chu Changge.
She lowered her eyes and looked at Chu Changge, who was in great pain and crying, and stretched out her hand towards him.
"Chu Changge, let them see your style. This time, don't live up to grandpa's expectations again, and don't let bad people take advantage of you again. After having enough fun in this journey of mountains and rivers, it's time to go back."
"You are never alone. Behind you, there is me, the Moon Sect, the Demon Abyss, and...the Demon Realm!"
"As long as you raise your arms and give an order, I am willing to fight against the Xuanhan clan for you."
"If he eats your food, he will have to spit it out for you."
"If he has done all the bad things and God forgives him, then I will judge him and judge him."
He spoke softly in a soft voice, his voice as cold as cold, and a perfect and bright smile appeared on his lips.
The romance and laziness radiating from the bones make people feel slightly startled.
Chu Changge opened his eyes with difficulty, and tears were pouring out from between his eyelashes.
The bright moon is behind the boy.
The cold winter wind lifted the strands of hair from her forehead.
Her hands were long, thin, and cold white, and they were clearly beautiful.
Chu Changge opened his eyes as hard as he could, but even so, tears still burst out crazily.
Chu Changge gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and placed it on the white palm.
The young man held him and pulled him up with a little force.
"Mother-in-law, are you ready?" Qingge asked.
"Deputy Sect Master Jiang, we're waiting outside." The mother-in-law of the three clans replied in a low voice.
Outside the city lord's palace, a huge flying mythical beast stood on the cold street.
If the lower three tribes want to go to the upper three tribes, they must pass through the teleportation array and then use the flying beast.
But in Yuezong, there is a superb flying beast that can fly among various clans.
When Jiang Ling'er heard the footsteps, she turned around and clasped her hands in fists: "Sect Master."
"Yeah." Qingge nodded, jumped onto the flying beast, "Come up."
"Where are you going?" Chu Changge asked.
"Xuanhan, if you don't see it with your own eyes, how will you know whether your decision is right or wrong?"
Hearing is never as real as seeing with your own eyes.
She wanted to push Chu Changge completely into the abyss and then let him climb out.
Chu Changge hesitated again and again, and finally reached the back of the flying beast.
"Stand firm."
After Jiang Ling'er said coldly, he saw the flying beast flying straight towards the area of the upper three tribes.
Sweeping away the heavy black clouds, tearing apart the sadness of the night.
The sky was filled with fine pieces of snow, revealing a trace of sadness.
The flying beast headed straight for the Xuanhan clan.
The Xuanhan clan, which has a long history, stands on the top of the mountain.
Like a castle, surrounded by a formation of bloody thorns.
Among the thorns, the roar of wild beasts resounded.
The sound was heartbreaking and hysterical.
When it is poured into the ears of the cultivator, even the soul feels endless shock.
Thorns flew out one after another, intertwining between the sky and the earth, blocking the way of the flying beast.
A soldier wearing thorn armor swept out from the sky, holding a ten-foot silver spear. His face was full of iron-blooded perseverance, and he looked indifferently at the flying beast and the three figures on its back.
The soldiers' voices were as powerful as bells and like thunder, resounding throughout the dim world.
"Whoever is coming, please tell me your name. This is my mysterious and cold place. Foreigners are not allowed to enter." The soldier shouted loudly, looking at the flying mythical beast with wary eyes.
Qingge held her fan and smiled, and said loudly: "I won't change my name if I'm going to do it, but I won't change my surname. Your grandpa Ye Wuhen."
Ye Wuhen...
Demon Lord Night Demon.
The soldier was stunned.
During this period, Ye Wuhen was famous for three thousand generations.
No one knows it, no one knows it.
The soldier frowned and was slightly stunned.
Why is this man, so good-looking, coming to the Xuanhan clan late at night?
"Vice Sect of the Yue Sect, Jiang Ling'er." Jiang Ling'er's voice had a hint of bloody hoarseness.
"I am...Chu Changge, do you still remember me?" Chu Changge said bitterly and tiredly.
"Young Master, are you back?" The soldier's eyes suddenly turned red when he saw Chu Changge, "Where have you been for so many years, and why did you come back?"
He is no longer the cold, hard-blooded person he was before.
Like a cluster of fire that bloomed after long-awaited and hoped-for.
This soldier was once a cabinet member of the Xuanhan clan. He had known Chu Changge since childhood and grew up together.
After Chu Changge left the Xuanhan clan, he asked for orders to guard the formation outside the clan.
There is no other thought.
Just because he hopes that when the eldest young master returns to his family, he can personally welcome him.
The soldier put down the silver gun in his hand and choked with sobs: "Open the formation!"
The next moment, he raised his head and uttered a loud voice that shocked the Xuanhan clan: "Welcome, young master, back to the clan!"
He has been waiting for this day for too long.
He guarded the formation of thorns, waiting for Chu Changge to return home.
But day and night, Chu Changge was nowhere to be seen.
It's like the world has evaporated.
He will never come back.
The soldiers went from expectation to disappointment.
Finally, he gave up waiting.
He looked at the Xuanhan clan, undergoing changes and chaos.
He looked at the former high-level officials who were dying, leaving, and getting sick.
Sometimes, he wonders, if the eldest young master was here, would the scenery be different?
At least, the Xuanhan clan, which used to be harmonious and warm, is no longer lifeless and cold.
The smell of blood is felt inside and outside the clan.
The soldier's throat hurt, so he turned his back and looked up at the sky.
A good man, a real man, bleeds without shedding tears.
However, tears still welled up.
His hands were covered with iron gloves and he could not wipe his tears.
"It made the eldest young master laugh," he said.
Chu Changge closed his eyes, raised his face, and took a deep breath.
Immediately, he slowly opened his eyes and said, "I've been waiting for a long time. I'm back." The soldier laughed, "I knew you would come back, young master. You still have us and Xuanhan in your heart."