Yu Guanyin immediately knelt down in front of Uncle Huang and his father, Yu Kunlun said: "Your father has a lifetime, the only one you have made is your Uncle Huang's friend, you have to remember that after your father dies, you will bury your father and your Uncle Huang together, we are brothers and sisters, we can't get together often in life and die but we have to stay together, because my father will become a good friend with your Uncle Huang in the next life." “

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Yu Guanyin was shocked all over, and looked at Yu Kunlun in surprise, Dad, why do you want to say these frustrating words?

"Haha! Silly girl! Who has not died in life since ancient times? What is so terrible about death? Your father can make a close friend in this life and support a good girl, but the most important thing is that you have caught a good son-in-law for our Yu family, and you will live enough and worth living in this life! Even if a person lives for another 500 years, he will still have many unfulfilled wishes and unfinished business when he dies, and his father just can't hold his grandson, and he can't look at the junior who stabs Zhong Fuyun in his hand, but his father has never been as happy as he is now in his life! Yu Kunlun laughed, and the blood in his mouth began to spurt out again.

Murong Xiu hurriedly wanted to heal Yu Kunlun again, but Yu Kunlun grabbed his arm hard, and said with a breath: "No need! I'm leaving, you have to treat my daughter well, her mother died early!"

Murong Xiu nodded vigorously, tears had already burst out of his eyes, and said, "Don't worry, senior!

Yu Kunlun nodded with satisfaction, suddenly let go of the hand that was holding Murong Xiu's arm, and closed his eyes forever.

"Dad!" Yu Guanyin cried bitterly and threw herself to Yu Kunlun's side, hugging Yu Kunlun's corpse with tears pouring out.

But every time life and death part, it will make people so sad and painful, it hurts so much that the liver and intestines are broken, and the pain is so painful that the sky weeps, and those fetters of family affection make people have tears in their eyes but blood in their hearts.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault!" Yu Guanyin suddenly threw herself into Murong Xiu's arms like crazy, and slapped her shoulder hard and couldn't cry.

What is to blame her? Yu Guanyin can't say clearly, but her sad emotions just can't be vented, who else can she blame except Murong Xiu?

Murong Xiu hugged her tightly in her arms and didn't want to say anything, she knew that she was ashamed of Yu Guanyin, the death of some people, she was powerless to stop it, just like the passage of time and flowing water, you were also powerless to stop it.

She remembered the familiar old voice again, just kept sneering, she knew that it was the voice that represented darkness and sin, if the emperor was not destroyed, many people close to him would die one after another, the emperor just wanted them to suffer, to make them sad, to make them gain and lose, to make them feel like they had fallen into hell, to taste all the fruits of suffering in the world.

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The sunset is like blood, and the wind is singing sadly, telling all the suffering and sorrow in the world!

They buried Yu Kunlun and Huang Bo together, piled up a big tomb, set up a tall stone tablet in front of the tomb, and carved inscriptions on the tablet with a sword, Yu Guanyin lay on the grave and cried bitterly, Murong Xiu was still silent, Duan Yi also pretended to be sad on the side, but he couldn't squeeze out a tear at all, if there was, it was just crocodile tears.

Murong Yue kept calling Shi Niang on the side, persuading Yu Guanyin, although he had not been with Yu Kunlun for a day, but some people you just need to look at him to know that he is a big hero, although he is not labeled as a hero, but his words and bones naturally flow with a heroic chivalrous spirit, just like the majestic mountains and rivers, like the Kunpeng goshawk in the sky.

A bonfire was lit in the cave, Murong Xiu was desperately cultivating, she wanted to seize every opportunity to cultivate, she wanted to defeat and eliminate the emperor as soon as possible, and put an end to this endless process of suffering.

Yu Guanyin was still sobbing, unable to extricate himself from his sadness, Murong Yue was also cultivating hard, he thought: Only if his cultivation improves, will he help his master and his mother, otherwise he can only become a big burden and a big burden.

The Red Dragon's scale roar shrunk and lay at the entrance of the cave, as big as a tiger, vigilantly looking at everything outside the cave, if a demon beast dared to harass, it would be the first to rush out and kill the demon beast.

Duan Yi was also cultivating with his heart crossed, with a look of no distraction, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Murong Xiu wanted to tell him the truth about Duan Feixing's death, but he finally held back, a person who is a little eager to live is motivated, why should he know the cruel truth?

Everyone remained silent, and now that it was late at night, Yu Guanyin was already a little tired from crying, and fell asleep leaning on Murong Xiu's shoulder.

Originally, she relied on cultivating the mental method to breathe in and breathe, which could be equivalent to sleep and rest, but she was too tired in her heart.

At this time, there was a sudden flash of firelight, Murong Xiu was stunned, there was not even a trace of wind in this cave, how could the firelight be automatic without wind?

This slight change obviously aroused the vigilance of Duan Yi and the Red Dragon's Scale Roar, but they couldn't see or feel anything at all, which meant that there was no dangerous enemy waiting for an opportunity to attack them, and the two of them settled down separately.

Murong Xiu couldn't keep calm anymore, although her face remained calm, her heart was like a wave splashing, tumbling and boiling, because there was a figure in front of her that flashed like a willow, and a graceful and charming fairy phantom appeared, of course, this phantom was only visible to her.

This fairy is dressed in a cyan long dress, and the skirt is embroidered with gold thread with fairy flowers, like a magnificent garden blooming in spring, she herself is more delicate than flowers, more gentle than the spring breeze, more moving than Xizi, this person is actually the fairy who once passed her swordsmanship to repel the black wind at a critical moment.

"Sister, can you condense the phantom?" Murong Xiu happily looked at the fairy in front of him with his divine sense, this fairy is so beautiful, even if it is just a phantom body, that kind of extraordinary immortal jade body is enough to make the women in the world lose their color.

"Alas, no way, I'm more anxious than you, seeing that you are always held in the palm of your hand as a soft persimmon, I can't even hate to chop the demon emperor to pieces like this flame!" The fairy sighed, and didn't see her make any movements, the bonfire was actually divided into many small groups at once, each group maintained the same distance between them, and each group was exactly the same size, they were still burning in the void, and they were all very mysterious.

Murong Xiu suddenly understood: This was the fairy who used the power of his mind to divide the bonfire, and he couldn't help but be surprised again.