She felt that she would never forget such a woman in her life.

The red dress is gorgeous and delicate, just like a blooming flower of flame, which makes her almost unable to turn her eyes.

Her ears, as if a woman's soft voice came, "would you like to follow me to shenshuizong?"

She nodded.

At the same time, ye Lingmin, who has gradually lost consciousness, nodded.

I don't know when, Yang Wenrong has been standing beside the tree silently, some of them are looking at ye Lingmin with a smile and slowly passing away.

Ye Lingmin seems to be asleep, with a smile on his lips.

No one knows. At this moment, she seems to be immersed in a dream. In this dream, she willfully indulges herself and goes further and further

She remembered that it was a cold winter.

Master bought a set of cotton padded jacket and trousers for her at the ready-made clothes shop, and wrapped her up like a lucky baby.

At that time, she saw that she was walking with a blue and white umbrella in front of her. Suddenly she turned around and waved to her with a smile, "come here quickly."

Ye Lingmin thought that Murong nettle at that time was very beautiful.

Probably no one in the world can match her.

She just wanted to be the best disciple in master's mind.

She just

I'm not willing to be compared with younger martial sister.

She just wanted her master to take a look at her more. She wanted her master to be proud when she talked about Ling min.

It's a pity, after all, it's an extravagant hope.

Ye Lingmin left quietly with a smile.

The tree reached out to touch her nose, biting her mouth angrily, "ye Lingmin! Who made you die? "

Yang Wurong sighed, "let her go."

The child has no will to survive.

The reason why she flew out to protect Qiao Qiao today is that she probably saved her will.

So let her go.

The tree hung its head low and held ye Lingmin's hand tightly subconsciously Senior sister. "

Yang Guorong raised her hand and touched the head of the tree, "Qiao Qiao, don't be sad. This is ye Lingmin's choice. "

"It's because of her, after all." Yang Wurong sighed, "let her finish."

The trees bowed their heads.

Yang Wurong sighed, "Qiao Qiao, the dead have already passed away. What we need to do now is to look into the future."

The tree nodded.

She knows the truth, but it's one thing to understand. It's another thing to see ye Lingmin die with her own eyes.

She really hates this elder martial sister in her heart.

But watching her die, I feel very sad.

"It's not easy for Shenshui sect to go to this day." "I hope we don't have any disciples to make unnecessary sacrifices from now on," said the tree in a low voice

She hoped that from now on, there would be no less neat ones for all people.

Yang Wurong raised her hand and touched her head.

"If it's our Joe, I'm sure you can do it."

Second martial uncle said so. He glared at Prince Mo intending to disturb their conversation.

Mo Lian looks at martial uncle two wrongly, sees arbor looking over, and quickly flies over to hug her and says, "Qiao Qiao, martial uncle two just stared at me!"

Can you order a face attack? Second martial uncle turned a white eye to the sky.

The tree is tossed like a gag by the two men, but the sadness in their hearts is half washed away.

In this week's business trip, the author will resume the normal update on the weekend.