"So See her for the last time! You're going to take it away from me! "

Tears rolled down the eyes, smashed down, rolled down.

The tree choked and asked, "why?"

"Why, not even the last time?"

"By what?"

"I can't live to see people."

"You can't see a corpse even if you die?"

"Why Can you do this to me? "

"Joe Joe." Mo Lian saw her small face wrinkled into a ball, a face of pain, can't help but hold her, blame the eyes light, looked to the two brothers of the cloud family.

"Open the coffin!"

"Cloud Fir a face exhausted ground closed Mou," a nettle has already entered the ground for safety. "

"Open the coffin! You don't want me! " Mo Lian brushed his sleeves and swept the workers who filled the soil out.

A palm wind swept past, pushing piles of earth directly out of the grave.

Yuncong sighed, as if he had no way, "even if he saw it, what could he do?"

The wordless master sighed, and said softly, "the fool."

Qi Xuanxuan, little fat man and his entourage, he Wen, Ni Hanzhi and his entourage, just came here and saw a shocking scene in front of them.

I saw a pair of painted wooden coffins were sucked out from the grave and fell to the ground.

The coffin cover flew up with a swish, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The tree darted forward, looking at a pair of crystal coffins inside, slowly floating in the air, and slowly fell in front of her with a light wave of ink lotus's hand.

Across the crystal coffin, this is the tree for four years, once again see Murong nettle.

A purple shirt, gentle eyebrows, beautiful face, hanging a light quiet smile.

As if sleeping, I closed my eyes gently and gathered all the light. The rest seemed to be only the faint traces left by those years

Murong nettle

Murong nettle

The tree climbs forward a few steps, lies on her crystal coffin, small hand across the cold white crystal, gently caresses, whispers, "Murong nettle, liar."

She pushed the crystal coffin open and touched her icy cheek.

Big tears fell on Murong URT's forehead.

"Murong nettle." The tree murmured, murmured, "we have settled down at the top of the clouds."

"Second martial uncle is here, everyone is here."

"We will not fail to live up to the hope of the old master when we build Shenshui sect again."

"In his lifetime, Shenshui sect will be fine."

"Disciple Zai, Shenshui sect, will live forever and carry forward."

"Master..." The tree whispered, "aren't you sorry?"

"Can't you see with your own eyes the rejuvenation of Shenshui sect? Don't you feel any regret in your life? Master, master... " "Master, master, master," cried the little girl in a trembling voice

"Joe Joe is here."

"Master Master. Will you open your eyes to see Joe? "

"Master, master Master. " The tree hugged Murong nettle tightly.

Qi Xuanxuan couldn't help lifting her sleeve and wiping her tears. She saw for the first time that Qiao Qiao was crying like a tearful man. She couldn't help crying and choking.

She always thought that Joe Joe was an iron man.

But in fact, there is a vulnerability in this little guy's heart

Mo Lian crouched beside her, stroked the little girl's head gently, and said softly, "Qiao Qiao, master has gone, we Let her go to the ground. "