The young man’s name is Tang Chen.

The young master of the Tang family.

The woman's name is Tang Qingcheng.

The adopted daughter of the Tang family.

Tang Qingcheng carried Tang Chen on her back, slowly walking towards the former Tang Mansion with a flicker of a step. Wherever she passed, pedestrians were afraid to avoid the god of plague.

Although the people of Panshi City sympathized with the Tang family's experience, they did not dare to have any involvement with the Tang Chen siblings. This was because a few days ago, someone sympathized with the Tang Chen siblings and privately donated medicine. After being discovered by the Song family,

, the man who gave the medicine was not only killed himself, but also all nine members of his family were killed.

From that day on, no one in Panshi City dared to help Tang Chen and his brother.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Tang Qingcheng carried Tang Chen to the door of the former Tang Mansion.

"Yao, please take the sake of your old friendship with Xiaochen and give him some elixir to save him. Please..."

Tang Qingcheng knelt on the cold ground, kowtowed and shouted with all his strength.

One sound, two sounds, three sounds...

The gate of Song Mansion was firmly closed.

Just when Tang Qingcheng felt desperate, the red lacquer door creaked and slowly opened.

A tall, fair-skinned woman with an oval face and a white dress walked out of the Song Mansion.

Song Yao finally came out.

Seeing Song Yao, a glimmer of hope appeared in Tang Qingcheng's eyes wrapped in black cloth, "Yao, please save Xiaochen for the sake of your friendship!"

Song Yao's face was cold, and he glanced at Tang Chen, who was as angry as silk, with disgust, "His life is worse than that of a dog. His dantian was destroyed and his five internal organs were damaged. After so many days, he is still not dead."

"I didn't kill him because I knew he would definitely die. I wanted him to die in pain. You don't think I have feelings for him, so I spared his life, right?"

Song Yao looked down at the woman who was three points more beautiful than her in the past and said jokingly.

Tang Qingcheng was struck by lightning.

But now she seemed like a drowning person.

I won't give up even if there is a glimmer of hope.

"Yao, I know what you said are all angry words. You must still love Xiaochen. You are his fiancée. The two of you are engaged. You must be helpless when you say this. Yes,

This must be the case. Please give me some elixir to save Xiaochen. As long as you are willing to save Xiaochen, I, I..."

She pulled off the black cloth covering her eyes, revealing a pair of light blue eyes.

Seeing Tang Qingcheng's eyes, Song Yao was shocked, "Your eyes..."

Tang Qingcheng said with a trembling voice: "My eyes are Sansheng pupils."

"Sanshengtong?"

Song Yao exclaimed.

Not calm at all.

Three pupils, all dharmas are empty.

It can see through everything.

"As long as you are willing to save Xiaochen, I am willing to offer you three lives."

Tang Qingcheng's firm tone.

Sanshengtong has not yet awakened.

Otherwise, she would not be able to protect Xiao Chen.

Now I can only give up a pair of eyes in exchange for Xiaochen's life.

"Okay, okay, I promise you!"

Song Yao's face was distorted with excitement.

She was so excited.

Ha ha!

Tang Qingcheng was so stupid.

For a fool, he gave up the three-life eye that only existed in legend.

"Sister, sister, sister, no, no, please leave quickly, no, don't worry about me..."

At this time, Tang Chen suddenly opened his eyes and said with difficulty.

But as soon as he said a few words, he fainted again.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Tang Chen felt someone moving his body.

He seemed to be lying on a cart.

There is also a soft body beside me.

The aura of that body was very familiar to him. It belonged to Sister Qingcheng.

He tried to open his eyes.

finally.

The eyelids opened a little.

Then.

He saw a scene that made him collapse and despair.

It was a face covered with sword wounds.

His face was as pale as paper.

At the eyes.

Hollow.

Like two black holes.

No eyes…

Tang Chen's eyelids closed again.

The trolley stopped.

Someone moved his body.

then.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Tang Chen's consciousness fell into complete darkness.

…

Rock City.

Outside the city, thirty miles.

Mass grave.

Bodies were placed randomly.

Piles like mountains.

A pale hand suddenly stretched out from the mountain of corpses.

Immediately afterwards.

Another hand stretched out, then his head, body...

If anyone from Rock City was here, they would be shocked to find that it was Tang Chen who climbed out of the mountain of corpses.

…

"Sister, Sister Qingcheng, Sister Qingcheng..."

In a mass grave, a young man was frantically picking at corpses, choking while doing so.

The entire mass grave was turned upside down by him.

That familiar figure was never seen.

Tang Chen stood among the corpses, with two lines of clear tears flowing from his eyes.

"Ouch~"
To be continued...