Chapter 1782

"The old Taoist priest is incompetent. Please forgive me for the change." a master nodded to several people and turned to leave.

Zhuzhi's dream stopped a master: "master, think about it. Is there any other way?"

"I don't know the outside world, but it's impossible to have it in the exile street." a master said very definitely, "if there were, every exile Memorial, so many people wouldn't die. No one can compete with the exile curse."

Night Nong Ying came back to her senses and took two steps: "but she is different. Isn't she protecting her body with the holy light? I should be able to think of a way!"

A master shook his head, "she made too many mistakes and had great merit, so she didn't die immediately and didn't punish her to attend the memorial ceremony, which has been the greatest kindness to her."

Lord Fang heard that the words of a master and the previous virtuous old gentleman coincided unexpectedly.

Night shadow also heard, heart swish cold, hands and feet cold.

"I'm leaving."

A master nodded and walked away.

Lord fang had to send someone to send a master back.

"Let's go back too." zhuzhifeng looked at his brother without expression.

Zhuzhimeng's face was ugly. He stared at Duanmu Ya and didn't respond. It seemed that he didn't hear his brother's words at all.

The wind frowned and said nothing.

There was a brief silence in the room.

Lord Fang glanced at the family chasing brothers and gave a faint order: "family chasing Lord, this is South Street. It seems that it is not suitable for people in your West Street to stay here for too long during the exile Festival."

"I know."

Seeing that Zhuzhi dream was so concerned about Duanmu Ya Wang, Zhuzhi wind pondered and asked, "can we take Miss Duanmu back to South Street? She is the benefactor of Zhuzhi dream. We have the morality to deal with her future affairs."

"I'm afraid not." Lord Fang said in a tough tone: "Miss Duanmu is also kind to us. Since she is in our house now, we can't let her suffer from turbulence at this time."

Follow the wind.

He could only say to his brother, "dream of, go."

He naturally knew the rules, but, "Lord Fang, after the memorial ceremony, I want to see her again, can you?"

Let's take a look again. It means the last look.

Lord Fang naturally couldn't say no, "naturally."

"Thank you."

Zhuzhi's dream looked at Duanmu yawang and said to Zhuzhi, "brother, let's go."

"OK."

After the brothers left, there were only Fang ruoxing, Lord Fang, Xiao Wuzheng and night shadow in the room.

Of course, there are also little white deer who have been ordered acupoints and can't wake up.

Fang ruoxing has been crying with red eyes. She still can't believe Duanmu yawang will die. "Dad, Miss Duanmu has been breathing and her face is ruddy. She must be able to save. Did she really give up like this?"

"We don't want to give up either." Xiao Wuzheng whispered, "no one is willing to give up." but it's already this time. There's really no way.

"But it hasn't arrived at the memorial ceremony yet. What if she still breathes after the memorial ceremony?" she thought Wu Kun was neither a virtuous old man nor a master, and there was no way!

"Xing'er, don't worry. We will start to make a final decision after the exile ceremony."

If Duanmu yawang's memorial ceremony and breathing are naturally good, she's afraid that she won't breathe when the memorial ceremony begins.

No matter Mr. Xian or a master, they will not talk wildly.

It must make sense.

"Well, we must wait until after the memorial ceremony." Fang ruoxing said so, but his heart was still uncomfortable. He covered his face with a handkerchief and cried badly.

Lord Fang sighed, came forward to hug her and patted her on the back.

Fang ruoxing calmed down after a good moment. Seeing the little white deer sleeping all the time, he asked Lord Fang, "do you want to wake him up?" he didn't know anything. It was also cruel.

Lord Fang shook his head: "I'm afraid that if he cries like this again, he will cry and damage his body. Moreover, the child's bearing capacity is limited. Don't let him wake up first. Talk slowly."

"Yes."

Lord Fang looked at everyone and said, "let's go back and have a rest tomorrow..."

He didn't say the rest, but everyone knew what he meant.

Night nongying didn't want to go: "I'll sit here. Go back."

Fang ruoxing also said, "I also..."

"You can't." Lord Fang undoubtedly said, "you need to rest."

"But..."

"Or do you want me to point your acupoints?"

Fang ruoxing stopped talking, red eyes, bit his lips and left.

Xiao Wuzheng didn't dare to persuade ye to make a shadow, so he had to go with her. Seeing that Lord Fang also left, he followed up.

Both of them looked very heavy.

It was silent for a while.

Lord Fang: "there are a lot of things to deal with in the memorial ceremony. Someone has to deal with Miss Duanmu's future affairs. Can you help me?"

"Well." Xiao Wuzheng sighed and deliberated, "I'd better wait after the exile ceremony."

"Are you waiting for a miracle?"

"Don't you wait?"

"Wait."

"Sometimes, I think she is a miracle. She is a black eyed person who has lived up to now, and has superior strength. She can be called omnipotent. I always feel that she won't disappear like this. I brought her to exile street. If she really disappears, I don't know how long it will take to slow down."

Xiao Wuzheng smiled bitterly as he talked.

Fang Zhushang doesn't speak.

Men and women express their grief in different ways. It's not that they are indifferent, but that they have a heavier responsibility on their shoulders.

Almost no one could sleep that night.

After dawn, there is the exile ceremony.

When it was more than an hour before dawn, Fang ruoxing, who had not slept all night, couldn't help getting up from bed, dressed and asked someone to send him to Duanmu yawang's room.

When she arrived, she found that Lord Fang and Xiao Wuzheng were also there.

And the night shadow never left.

However, they all looked dignified.

"Daddy?"

Fang ruoxing's heart was chilly and asked softly, "what's the matter?"

Lord Fang pulled at the corner of her upper lip, "Miss Duanmu's breath has weakened."

Fang ruoxing took a cold breath and looked at duanmuya. She saw that her face was also a little pale, "don't you mean euthanasia? Why would her breathing become weak?"

Lord Fang whispered, "but there is no pain on her face." she was still very peaceful.

Euthanasia is also death. Breathing cannot be maintained all the time.

It's just that this is a precursor to death.

I guess it won't last a quarter of an hour.

Fang ruoxing doesn't know whether to be relieved or distressed after listening to Lord Fang's words.

Xiao Wuzheng looked at Lord Fang, and they both smiled bitterly.

The miracle they waited for did not appear.

When the two whispered, Lord Fang said, "I'm going to do the memorial ceremony. Here you stay and have a look. As for the future..."

Xiao Wu said, "leave it to me. After the memorial ceremony, make sure... Say it again. If it's true... I don't think she's suitable to be buried here. There's no need for a funeral. Nongying knows where she lives. It's better to send her back."

"Yes."

Exile street is not a good place. Lord Fang doesn't want Duan Muya to stay here after she died.

"Yes."

Lord Fang nodded, looked at Duanmu yawang, and then opened his mouth to the people: "I'm going to be busy, everyone..."

Before the words fell, suddenly, somehow, they began to shake up!

"What's the matter? Is there an earthquake?"

"Ah!"

Fang ruoxing nearly fell from the chariot.

Lord Fang opened his spiritual power, barely stabilized himself, took his daughter and left the ground.

Others also vacated from the ground.

However, the shaking continued.

There seemed to be something oppressed on his head.

It was a very powerful force. Whether Lord Fang or Xiao Wuzheng, they both changed their faces. The night shadow was even darker in front of them, so that those who couldn't get enough strength would fall off.

"Make a shadow!"

Xiao Wuzheng's eyes and hands were quick. He dragged her into his arms. At the same time, he turned back to the other party and shouted, "this can't be an earthquake! What is it?"

Before Lord Fang spoke, the steward floated in with blood on his face, "Lord, Lord, someone wants to break the Tianzhu!"

"Broken Tianzhu?"

Lord Fang suddenly said, "it's impossible. No one in the world has the ability to break Tianzhu!"

"Really!" the steward looked frightened, "the alarm of the four heavenly pillars has been completely broken and can't support it!"