DIDU, Jijia.

At the moment, the gate of Jijia is wide open, with white sails hanging high outside the gate. It's gloomy.

People passing through the gate of Ji's family can't help but stop and listen to the sadness and music coming from the gate, one by one, with complex expressions.

"How did Ji family come here?" People who don't know the truth can't help asking curiously.

Someone familiar with the matter sighed, "well, it wasn't about Imperial College more than half a month ago."

"What do you mean?"

"Half a month ago, Imperial College was attacked by the demon clan? This season's annihilator, Miss nine, was in the Imperial College. Many people said that she saved many people that day thanks to her efforts. It's a pity "

" is it her? I've heard before that there was a student who was very brave in that war. I didn't expect that it was Miss Jiu of Ji's family, but she... "

"Ah, Miss nine is so affectionate and sincere. It's said that although she saved many lives, she still failed to come back because of her serious injury."

As soon as this remark was made, the onlookers around couldn't help sighing, but a powerful annihilator fell down.

In the hall of Ji's house, there was a melancholy cloud.

Linghe, Zuo Nuo and other bodyguards are kneeling in the hall at the moment, everyone's face is hard to see the extreme, and their expression is also unprecedented confusion and sadness.

Ji Linglong, who was standing directly opposite them, looked at the memorial tablet with the name of monsoon smoke in low head. On the contrary, Ji Qingshang, who was standing beside her, did not see any sadness, even a faint smile.

"Monsoon smoke is also worth it. Although it's dead, isn't there many people reading her well?" Said the season sentiment clothing's vision not from looked to one side piles like the mountain gift box.

Those things were sent to Imperial College by the students who had been enquired by the monsoon smoke. The funeral lasted for three days. On the first day, the gate of Jijia family was almost broken. All the young people who came to recite were grieved and left in the shape of crying adults.

Ji Qingchang looked at it coldly for three days, only to find it extremely ironic.

Jiqingshang's words were introduced to Linghe and other people's ears, which immediately attracted their dissatisfaction. They raised their eyes angrily and stared at jiqingshang.

Ji Qingshang sneers, "what do you want me to do? Is there anything wrong with what I said? The death of monsoon smoke has nothing to do with me. It's just her own incompetence. So many demon families, how dare she make trouble? Now she's dead, but she's also harmed our Ji family. I'm a member of Ji family, so I'm not allowed to say a few words. "

It was a few days before the news of the disaster at Imperial College reached the capital. Ji's family rushed to the place where the injured were to be resettled and prepared to pick up the monsoon smoke. They didn't see the shadow of the monsoon smoke at all after they went there. They asked if anyone knew if the monsoon smoke was still here.

At present, Ji's family only learned after questioning that all the people who survived the Imperial College were transferred there, and many people could not be rescued because of their injuries. If they could not be found there, they would be very unlikely to survive.

Ji's family stayed near Imperial College for several days, watching the wounded being taken away by the family, and the soldiers staying there preparing to retreat, it was concluded that the monsoon smoke might have been unexpected.