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She's dead.

In the end... she still failed to protect her well. Yao Ling sneered. In order to save Xia Gulin, the Qingyu case suffered all kinds of humiliation in her life, and then died in Shura's prison. It was so tragic that she couldn't even cry. At this point, I have no intention to cry. So what about a big cry? If you cry, can Sister Qingyu come back to life?

Yao Ling just stood there coldly, and even his breathing was inaudible. Her surprisingly calm reaction made Hua Shen strange and suspicious. She whispered, "Yao Ling, you..."

"Where is Sister Qingyu? I'm going to see her."

Yao Ling took two steps forward and slowly turned around. His cold and empty eyes were like the back of a knife pointing to the flower deep. It's both frighteningly dangerous and heartbreaking.

"However, the corpse of the Qingyu case..." Hua Shen seemed to be hurt by the distant spirit's eyes, and took a cold breath, "It's gone."

Is the body missing? How could a corpse disappear? Which one did the demon sing again? It's not enough for him to do this. Why don't he refuse to return the body to them and let the Qingyu case be buried? What else does he want!

No. It's not the devil. Yao Ling quickly calmed down. Now the loser is the sixth son. What does the devil want to do? There is no need to find any excuse at all. It's not the devil... What's going on?

Yao Ling frowned and thought about it. When she saw the flower with a deep look of "Don't worry, our demon world will investigate this matter for you", she didn't want to talk to her anymore. The six princes will find the six princes by himself, and there is no need to pretend to be someone else's hand. She bowed her hand to Hua Shenshen, said goodbye to Hua Shenshen, and went to find Xiao Fengchuan Wulingchun and others alone.

When will she be such an expressionless and serious person...

Perhaps, the more playful people are, the more terrible they are to calm down. Hua looked deeply at her faraway back and felt very uneasy. Yaoling is an idiot. When she gives her feelings, she never cares how the other party reacts. Even if she is as lonely as the Qingyu case, once she regards her as the most beautiful and holy existence in her heart, she will swear to protect her happiness. No one expected that after the demon root of the Qingyu case was unsealed, she could not leave the soul at will, and she died in the prison of Shura, which was far inferior to her own level... She died, not to mention what Xia Gulin and Wu Lingchun would do. Yaoling alone was enough to turn Jiuli Palace upside down.

However, Yaoling is neither as fragile as Hua deeply imagined, nor as reckless as she speculated. The Qingyu case can't die in vain, but there is still a lot to do before "revenge".

Yao Ling found the room where Xiao Fengchuan and Wu Lingchun were resting and gently pushed the door of the room. Wu Lingchun lay in bed and still didn't wake up; Fengchuan stayed by the bed and took a nap, looking very tired.

The reunion of life and death did not bring too much joy to the distant spirit. She just felt very tired, very tired, dizzy, and wanted to hold something to sit down quickly. She walked to Wu Lingchun's bedside. It was dark in front of her eyes, but she suspected that she had misread it: Xiao Fengchuan... He held his right hand, but his left hand was on the edge of the quilt, as if he held tightly with Wu Lingchun's hand that stretched out slightly outside the quilt.

"Fengchuan..." Maybe it was because he was too tired, or maybe he was shocked by this strange scene. Yao Ling ignored Wu Lingchun, who was sleeping, and shouted out. Fengchuan quickly woke up and took a step forward to help the distant spirit. Yao Ling fell into Fengchuan's arms and was hugged by Fengchuan.

"Fengchuan..." The distant spirit integrated into Fengchuan's arms quickly forgot everything for the time being. She rubbed her head in Fengchuan's arms. The smell on him was still so familiar, but it was different from that in Yaoling's memory. Yao Ling stretched out his hand around Fengchuan's neck and was about to say something, but Fengchuan whispered in her ear:

"Remote spirit, are you tired? Let me help you lie down and rest.

Fengchuan's gentleness warms Yaoling's heart. But this gentleness makes Yao Ling feel a little lost. Shouldn't Fengchuan break her into her arms fiercely and say fiercely, "Remote dementia, where are you going to go crazy again?" It makes us all worry about you... You idiot!" Is that what you say?

Fengchuan's careful gentleness made Yao Ling very uncomfortable. He held her in his arms, as if he were holding a fragile jade Buddha, and he took good care of her, but he didn't dare to be too close. Maybe it's because he has a wound on his own body - so he doesn't hold Yao Ling tightly, right?

Thinking of this layer, Yao Ling quickly gently pushed Fengchuan away and said with concern, "How's your injury? Why don't you lie down in **?

Fengchuan gently stretched out his index finger in front of his lips and looked back at Wu Lingchun. He still didn't wake up. That hand, like a habit, seems to be stubborn and slightly stretched out of the quilt. He walked over, picked up his wrist and slowly put it back into the quilt. He tethered the quilt again. He pulled Yao Ling's hand and walked out of the house.

"If Brother Chun hadn't protected me, the person who was lying in a coma now would be me."

The two sat hand in hand under the maple tree in the courtyard. The trees in the demon world are not lush, but the red maple near the Jiuli Palace is very good. The red leaves are as bright as blood, which hurts the eyes. Yao Ling sat next to Fengchuan and hugged his arm tightly, but his body seemed to be immersed in the blood-like red leaves, but he couldn't warm up.

"If Brother Chun knew Sister Qingyu..." Yaoling thought that now her heart was cold enough to face everything, but she still couldn't say that word. She had a vague hunch, as if the conversation between herself and Fengchuan would be heard by Wu Lingchun in her sleep.

Fengchuan looked up at the burning sky against the red leaves and stopped talking. The man has passed away. How long can he hide it? Sooner or later, you will be sad sooner or later. Now is not the time to be completely immersed in grief. Last night, it was Xia Gulin who personally guarded the coffin of the Qingyu case. The corpse disappeared, how could he not know?

Fengchuan sighed. Yaoling held his arm, and he could feel that she was very scared, uneasy, and even more sad. Sadness is like a sharp sword piercing the heart. Before it could make a sad cry, his life had been taken away. Fengchuan just wanted Yaoling to rest quietly for a while. He came to find a way for the rest.

"Fengchuan..." Yao Ling leaned his head on Fengchuan's shoulder and gently called his name, "I'm so scared, I'm so uneasy, I'm so sad."

"I know." Fengchuan put her hand in the palm of his hand, "Yaoyao, you have suffered. Just leave the next thing to us.

"I'm not reconciled. I don't want Sister Qingyu to leave like this! I, I'm going to kill the demon and avenge Sister Qingyu! I also want--"

Yao Ling was awakened by her words. She opened her confused eyes. Who else is she going to kill? Did you kill Hua Shenshen? Of course! She is the culprit of the whole thing! But why do you feel a trace of reluctance when it comes to killing her and wake up from dreamlike hatred? Why?

If they are not born in a hostile camp, they are just ordinary girls who fight for a beautiful dress in a clothing store. They are just fellow teachers and sisters who have to fight with each other as soon as they meet each other. They are just a person who loves to do stupid things and mocks. Laughing enemies, they may become good friends for a lifetime. However, fate cannot tolerate so many assumptions. Even if it is assumed, fate will still slide to the originally set trajectory. Ordinary girls will be changed by extraordinary encounters. The same teachers and sisters will take the opposite road, and the little enemies who fight will be like strangers... Some people are not destined to become friends, even if they cherish each other, even if they protect each other, fate is not tolerated.

Friendship...he. The distant spirit laughs. Finally, once, she laughed at the ridiculous fate, not herself.

From now on, forget her. The next time we meet, we will be strangers.

The tears in my heart can't be wiped away no matter how you comfort them. Yao Ling said to Fengchuan, "Fengchuan, accompany me to see if the eldest brother is okay. I dare not go alone.

I dare not go. She said she didn't dare to go.

This is also the first time that she didn't dare to take it for granted. She didn't dare to show her courage to outsiders. She only dared to tell Fengchuan that she didn't dare. I don't know what Xia Gulin looks like now, who lost the Qingyu case. Yaoling was afraid that as soon as she saw Xia Gulin, she couldn't control her sadness and cried loudly.

She can't cry. Six princes don't need her crying in this group. Anyone can cry, but only the distant spirit can't cry.

"Okay, I'll accompany Yaoyao."

Fengchuan took Yao Ling's hand. Every step is forced by the remote spirit to go on. If she is alone, she may run back crying halfway, right? She didn't dare to think. Only by being held by Fengchuan's hand can she find a reason to insist on facing sadness.

How much practice do people have to go through to see the separation of life and death?

The heart is like water, and the favor and humiliation are not shocked. What does it feel like? If you break with your best friend and watch your sisters die, you can still laugh it off. What kind of practice is that? Yaoling doesn't understand. It was not until she really faced the robbed of the cherished person that she found that she did not know how to practice at all. She can't bear to let go. Obviously lost, knowing that it was irreparable, she still had to desperately restore the ruins... Maybe she was already practicing and entered the magic barrier.

The two stopped in front of the mouth of the Qingshi Cave. From the body of the Qingyu case was sent to the Qingshi Cave to the disappearance of the body, Xia Gulin stayed in the cave and never came out. No one asked him to come out.

Do you want to go in?

Yao Ling breathed a gentle sigh of relief. She has decided that she just needs to peek at him and don't say anything. She was about to move forward, but Feng Chuan looked back unfocusedly.

"What's the matter?" Ask from afar.

"Nothing... Let's go."

Yao Ling nodded. But she felt that Fengchuan cared about something and worried about something. What happened? Why didn't he cover it up?

Yao Ling put this matter down and joined hands with Fengchuan to enter the cold bluestone cave.