Chapter 1853

"We still need safety first."

"Don't worry, madam. Our lives are not so easy to sacrifice."

"Yes, we still need to save our lives." A round face girl of 19 years old, clenched her teeth and clenched her fist.

Aunt Yi sighed, three years later, but the seeds of hatred, buried in the hearts of these young children, are growing stronger and stronger.

The past is over, but the sorrow is even worse.

Don't say that these disciples are worried about her. Even she can't let go of the hatred in her heart.

Yang raised her eyes and looked out of the window.

Under the setting sun, Wanlu town was shrouded in a faint yellow, and pedestrians rushed by.

Three years ago, only two hundred of the eight disciples of shenshuizong were slaughtered, and they fled here as if they were bereaved dogs.

Most importantly, the Shenshui sect lost their backbone.

The patriarch is dead. The eldest and the third younger martial sisters are dead.

When he thought about how the youngest disciple would hurt in the face of the ruins of shenshuizong's former residence, Yang couldn't help but grasp it.

The most wrong is not to bring the children together.

I don't know how she is now. It should be safe

"Master." The leading woman is Yu Gui, the elder martial sister of the second peak.

In the battle three years ago, the disciples of Sanfeng were all killed and injured, and the rest were few.

Yang Wurong smiled bitterly, poured down a cup of tea, and lightly nodded his head, "it's OK to be a teacher."

All these years have passed, but when I think of the fireworks of that day and the wine of that day, I feel a little bitter in my heart.

In any case, she did not expect that the happy reunion that night would be the prelude to the performance of death.

"Second uncle, how are the others?" Chen Hanzi, the third peak disciple, asked softly.

"All very well." Yang Wurong nodded and looked at the six people with guilt in his eyes. "In order to find out the news, he sent six of you to Tianci college. I've been getting together for so many years. It's hard for teachers and sisters to meet each other. Do you blame me? "

All six shook their heads.

They all know their mission.

Even in the college, when six people meet occasionally, they just nod their heads lightly and never show how close they are.

It's like they're just one of the most common students in the college.

"Second uncle, don't worry. Most of the other students in the college are very good. This time we went to Daizong mountain with six other people. There will be mentors to lead the team. When in danger, they can leave Daizong mountain as soon as possible. They will not take their lives. " The disciple who spoke was Jiang Qi, the first disciple of the peak.

In fact, at that time, most of the disciples of the first peak stayed. Jiang Qi, who was only 14 years old, and several other younger martial sisters were beaten by Murong URT and stuffed by Yang Guorong and others.

Among the three peaks, except for Jiang Qi and Lu Ling sitting beside her, the number of surviving disciples of the first peak is absolutely no more than ten.

At that time, all the disciples of the first peak almost stayed with master Murong URT and senior sister Xu Shanshan.

Jiang Qi wants to come now, but he can't help crying in silence.

Maybe at the end of my life, I will never find a master like Murong URT.

"Let's drink tea instead of wine. Although it's a short time to get together, as long as we all know that we are all well together. "