Immortal Voices

Seeing that Rong Xian didn't answer late, Sixin's eyes turned, gloating gloatingly, "I think Xiaoshimei was cheated by someone, so sorry."

Rong Xian glanced at Sixin's heart.

Both Tsinghua University and Yangming were worried. In their hearts, Rong Xian was really a particularly easy to deceive. If someone really cheated Rong Xian to be so sad, they would not let him go.

"Speak, can you be sure that Jiu Liu is the chief of the Yu minority?" Tsinghua asked hurriedly.

"唔 ——" Rong Xian lengthened the tone, sang the appetite of Tsinghua, Yangming, and Sixin. After seeing the nervous look of the three, he gave such an answer: "OK."

Tsinghua and Yangming relented a little, they still trusted Rong Xian, since Rong Xian said that the person was the Yu chief.

"He is not in a coma. You gave him an antidote." Tsinghua said affirmatively.

Rong Xian groaned for a moment. When Tsinghua thought he had guessed wrongly and the apprentice could not bear to point it out, Rong Xian slowly said, "You can say the same."

Shen Jiuluu was always in front of the antidote at that time, and she did not faint the person. But then she did give the antidote, so Shen Jiu Liu took the antidote to save people.

So she is still a master. She pointed out two facts in one sentence.

Tsinghua was stung for a moment, and she changed the subject with a slight cough: "Where is the elder?"

Rong Xian didn't conceal anything: "Save people."

Yangming asked in amazement: "Who did he save? Is it his friend?"

"Of course ..." Rong Xian gasped innocently. "No."

Yangming: I haven't seen it for eight years, and Xiao Shimei has become naughty.

Rong Xian sighed quietly and said, "My friends who stayed for a long time were rescued, but I don't know if they were injured. After all, the monks who came to look for the sword emperor's blood were too crazy."

She mournfully said, "It's okay to pass the inaction and coma. Most people who have not passed out have lost their lives. They all died in internal fighting."

Rong Xian did not casually say that the old woman died in the hands of the middle-aged man. Those two were outsiders to Rong Xian, so their killing each other is not internal fighting?

Oh, by the way, there are people who died in Ling Juncong and Lu Yuan's hands. That is also an internal fight. Rong Xian she firmly refuses to admit that Ling Juncongled with her.

She pulled up her sleeves and wiped the corners of her eyes, and her eyebrows were filled with natural melancholy: “So many people, just for the dead like sword emperor ’s blood, do n’t care about their lives, they fight hard, they just do n’t care. alone?"

Well, Rong Xian she completely took into account the fact that she had executed dozens of people with one order.

Rong Xian paused, staring at the heavy night with a deep vision, sighed slightly, and sang well: "It's unbearable for me to watch every life disappear before me. I can't stop them, nor The way to bring those people back to life, I— "

"Xiao Shimei, don't be sad, that's not your fault." Yang Ming saw Rong Xian so uncomfortable and couldn't help but exclaim.

It's those people who take care of themselves. Little sisters don't need to have any mercy on them. Alas, little sisters are just too kind.

After being interrupted, Rong Xian's expression was stagnant, and it was bad. The sentiment that was just brewing was lost by the master.

Rong Xian didn't want to talk about Yang Ming, she went on with her own words and said without expression: "--I'm sorry."

The atmosphere was completely lost, and she said that it was hard to come by, without any emotion at all.

Fortunately, several people in Yangming came with their own filters when they saw Rong Xian. Yangming faced the eyes as clear as the sky, where they were full of intolerance and loneliness towards the death of the enemy, like a compassionate Buddha.

For a while, Yang Ming felt that his soul had been sublimated by such mercy.

He quietly said, "Little sister, don't be sad for irrelevant people, there are still many people in this world waiting for you to save it."

Sixin whispered, "Can she save it?"

After Tsinghua was silent for a long time, they said helplessly: "They are not worthy of you, Xiaoxian, as long as you protect those who are worthy of protection. Those people are trying to steal the blood of the sword emperor. Nothing. "

Sixin rolled his eyes: "False compassion, the sword emperor's blood is on you. If you really don't want to see someone die, it's better to disappear with the sword emperor's blood."

Rong Xian glanced at her in surprise, frowning and thinking.

Seeing that the apprentice was really thinking about this outrageous suggestion of Sixin, Tsinghua looked cold: "Sixin, enough! Xiaoxian is your sister and sister, how can you be so mean and have no sympathy?"

What does it mean to disappear with the blood of the sword emperor?

Sixin's eyes were red with Master's unrelenting training.

Rong Xian seemed to be back at this moment, Shi Shiran said: "Master, sister has a straight temper, this is not intended to come, you don't get angry."

She said obediently, "Master, don't be mad, you will be worried if you are angry."

Tsinghua's face eased, and when she just wanted to say something, her eyes flashed and her body flickered. She quickly came to her disciples, her eyes looked out of the yard, her sword looming.

"Doctor Rong." The frivolous tone sounded suddenly, frowning Tsinghua and Yangming.

At this time, a group of people came into sight.

A white robe was spotless, the eyebrows with red moles were left in the forefront, and a little behind him was Ling Jun, who was still in a rough sackcloth. Ling was surrounded by four women with different manners. Now, all eyes are staring at Ling Juncong, the feelings in his eyes are straightforward and undisguised.

It was Lu Yuan and Anyang who walked in the end. The two brothers finally met, and it was gratifying.

Through the mist, watching Rong Xian, who is still in the dust under the cold and shining light of the night pearl, makes Jun's obsession flash away.

He quickly jumped over Shen Jiu Liu, and made a ceremonial gesture towards Tsinghua and Yang Ming, and then he gathered Rong Xian to his face and resentfully said, "Doctor Rong, how can your medicine be separated from me? , I even fell to the ground and almost broke my face. "

Rong Xian carefully looked at this spirited face, smiled softly, and carried the kind of holy light: "Relax, I can cure it if you break it."

Ling Jun almost didn't kneel to her, and then felt the knife next to him. He looked blankly at Qingbo and Yangming. What happened?

He didn't seem to offend Master Rongxian and Brother, and his etiquette was adequate, so what happened to the two of them?

Yangming stepped forward, leaving the trace of Ling Juncong separated from the younger sister, with a dignified expression: "Where there is a difference between men and women, just talk when you talk, why are you so close?"