Chapter 470

The ancestral hall has already been destroyed in half, leaving only a small half of the isolated ruins.

Arbor looks at the miniature of the life lamp of the disciples.

Looking at the last moment of the battle between the second elder martial sister Xue Xiao and the enemy, her broken body was provoked

The tree can no longer shed tears.

She held her cheek in one hand and looked at the miniature of life lamp one by one.

When he saw that the patriarch dragged a rickety old man to the snow peak to explode himself, the whole man suddenly froze.

She knows the old man. She met him at the gate of the South Second garden of Qixia valley.

Later, she met the old man on the court.

Isn't he the elder Keqing of the ghost gate? What is the rumored zhongliufu in the market? Is the elder Keqing of the ghost sect actually a member of Zhongliu mansion?

She didn't find Murong URT's life lamp. Maybe it was because the ancestral hall collapsed. Most of the disciples' life lamps were smashed by stones.

The tree lowered its head and couldn't find it in the stone crack for a long time, but its hands and fingers were broken.

"Master." "You don't have to dig," chirped weakly. It should have fallen down to the snow peak with the avalanche. "

"Murong nettle. You great liar! " Said the little face, paralyzed and expressionless.

What are you and Shifu? Shifu will accompany you in the future. Shifu never deceives you! All lies!

"JOJO, do you know?" The voice of small face paralysis murmured, "after me There is no master. "

"Hahaha, I'm afraid of nothing without master. Without master, you still have brother me! Little beauty, as long as you are willing to go back with my brother and I, and make sure that you will eat and drink spicy food in the future, the life will never be bad. " A harsh laugh suddenly broke into the eardrum of the tree.

She got up and took a step. She kicked a hard iron card and so on at the toe of her foot. She stooped to pick it up, looked over it, and coldly put it into the inner circle.

Later, I raised my eyes to a group of people outside the ancestral hall.

She knew Fei Qing, the son of the leader of the sanluomen sect, who had been sick all day and was fascinated by coloring.

Elder of the ghost gate.

One of them is an old friend of arbor.

At the beginning, when fighting for the land of peach land, Mo Lian helped to draw her life soul, yao ji of Hehuan gate.

At this time, her soul is still in the inner boundary of the tree, so when the tree looks at her coldly, yao ji's eyes shrink slightly.

"You bastard! Three words do not change old habits. " Qi mei'er of Hehuan gate giggled with her mouth covered. She shook her body and said to the tree, "little martial sister, you are the only one. Tut tut Tut, I cried. Look at that little face of pear blossom with rain. Tut Tut, the tears are still dry. If the three masters of Shenshui sect have their own opinions, they must be very distressed. "

The tree stared at the woman with cold eyes, and said coldly, "why, shenluomenhuan gate, the ghost gate, can't wait to come down the well?"

Fei Qing of Sen Luomen, with a pretentious smile, said, "if there is something wrong with the Shenshui sect, we three sects will come here to have a look and condole. Little sister, don't be afraid. Come, come, come to my brother. He will protect you. "