"You trapped yourself in this small world of the Jiuli Tribe, guarding your rights and cultivation and refusing to let go, but you thought you had the whole world."

"However, in fact, the only thing you have from the beginning to the end is Lin Wan, your sister."

"She is the only one who loves you, Lin Huai, from the beginning to the end. Even if she is hurt and betrayed by you, she never thinks of leaving you."

"Lin Huai, have you treated your only sister kindly in these years?"

"Do you still hold in your hands even a little something of your own?"

Lin Huai's chapped lips opened, and the pain on his body gradually left him.

But he felt as if a piece of his heart had been severely torn out by something, it felt painful and empty.

He suddenly realized that he had just lost something very important.

Lost forever, never...never come back again.

Lin Huai's body curled up into a ball.

The blue flame that had been blocked by his divine power and did not continue to burn upward suddenly suddenly shot up and instantly set Lin Huai's whole body on fire.

But this time, Lin Huai did not cry out in pain and beg for mercy.

He curled up like a baby.

He murmured in a low voice: "Wan'er... Wan'er..."

He seemed to have seen some scene, his severed hand stretched out tremblingly, with a hopeful and happy expression on his face.

Muddy tears slowly flowed down from the corners of his eyes.

Wan'er, Xiaojiu...

It would be great if I could do it again...

If I could do it over again, I would rather give up everything in exchange for your happiness.

If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?

The flames completely engulfed Lin Huai's body, burning it into ashes and blowing away in the wind.

Han Chujiu stared blankly into the distance, then turned around indifferently and ran towards his precious disciple.

Di Mingjue had already hugged Muyan. His face no longer had any coldness, only worry and concern remained.

Muyan was in a very bad state at this time.

His face was as white as rice paper, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Even though Lin Huai was dead, she did not get better. On the contrary, her condition became more serious.

"Let me see quickly!" Han Chujiu said anxiously.

He grabbed Muyan's wrist and after exploring it for a while, his face became uncertain.

Li Weiran smiled at the side and said: "No need to probe, Muyan was fed the underworld fruit by Lin Huai. Now it has been a stick of incense time, and the underworld fruit has melted in her Dantian. Her soul is in the Nine Nether Underworld.

I’m going through torture!”

Han Chujiu gritted his teeth.

He just treated Lin Huai, that bastard, so cheaply.

How could he be allowed to die so easily?

How dare he even bully his precious disciple like this!

He should have been tortured so much that it would be worse to die in hell than to be reborn in the end!

At this time, Han Chujiu had completely forgotten that the only underworld fruit in the world had been swallowed by Muyan, and the [Underworld Curse] on his body would probably never be cured.

Di Mingjue was stunned when he heard the word "huangquanguo" and looked at Han Chujiu.

Han Chujiu frowned and said, "If it's just because of swallowing Huangquan Guo, Muyan's [Innocuous Body] physique should be fine. He will wake up in about three months, and his cultivation can be further improved. But

The pain she suffered during this period was truly like going through hell again and again. And no one could help her alleviate it."
Chapter completed!