He smiled slightly, looked up at the dragon tail that had already been photographed on the door. Suddenly, something was pulling on his waist, and something floated up and blocked his door! Han Yiming was stunned. It was the bag he wrapped around his waist. Why at this moment... it was this moment, and the dragon tail had already knocked on the bag! The bag was split in all directions! The dragon tail slid down along the front of the bag, only a slight difference from him! With a loud bang, the dragon tail fell on the dusty ground below, and did not slash on his head!

Han Yiming stared blankly at the scattered bundle. The skin of the bundle was a piece of white silk, and it was already scattered at this time! A plain dress wrapped in the bundle had been broken into rags, and a pair of six-eared shoes had also been broken into several sections. He stopped in the air for a moment and fell down one after another. However, there were two sections of things in the air, floating gently, hanging in front of him! These were two sections of burnt wood, one was only half a foot long, and the other section was even thin and short. This was the residual section of the purple peach wood sword after being burned by the purple skirt and glazed fire. He no longer remembered the magical wooden sword, but at this time, they floated in front of him!

Han Yiming was extremely shocked, and gently stretched out his hand and held both pieces of Jiao Wood. Did they save him? When Mingyuan's sword could not save him, he survived because of these two pieces of broken wood! Tears rushed up in his eyes. Not long after that, the Demon Star still saved his life in the dark! Suddenly, he heard the voice of the eldest brother behind him, saying, "Little Junior Brother! Little Junior Brother!" Han Yiming closed his eyes, put the two pieces of broken wood into his arms, turned around, and looked at Sima Lingyi. Sima Lingyi saw him turn around in the chaotic crowd, nodded and pointed down quickly.

Han Yiming suddenly became scared, and a coldness arose from the bottom of his heart. He trembled and looked in the direction the elder brother pointed, and saw a piece of plain clothes, his feet softened first. He closed his eyes and looked down. He saw that the person lying on the ground among his fellow brothers was peaceful. It was Master Lu Yueqing! Han Yiming lost his strength in an instant. Master, that was his master! The master who brought him into this magical realm, and the master who was earnest and seduced to him was lying there!

The bone-bone cold made Han Yiming stand in the air, and he didn't dare to go down! He didn't dare to look at the peaceful face of his master! There was a moment of trance, I wonder if this is a true or a dream? I hope this is this nightmare! I can't cry, but it's even more sad than crying! After a while, the noise below had already reached my ears. This is not a dream! This is true!

Han Yiming looked blankly. After a while, Sima Lingyi's voice sounded in his ears: "Little Junior Brother, what's wrong with you?" Han Yiming forced out three words: "I'm fine!" The voice was even more rude than crying. He turned around in a daze and saw the eldest brother's face being sad and worried. Sima Lingyi said: "Little Junior Brother, don't you go and see the third uncle? The third uncle's spirit has dissipated. After a moment, even the shadows are... "He stopped talking. Han Yiming's eyes were hot, his nose was sore, but he couldn't take steps, and his legs became numb. Sima Lingyi sighed and said: "Junior Brother, don't be too sad! Come, come with me!"

Sima Lingyi pulled Han Yiming and left. Han Yiming followed him and came to Lu Yueqing. Lu Yueqing's appearance had not changed, as clear as before, his eyes closed, as if he was just asleep. Some of the senior brothers and sisters next to him lowered their heads and cried, while some had already gotten up and walked away. Han Yiming looked at his master, his eyes became blurry, but he couldn't cry!

After a while, Lu Yueqing's face shone slightly and gradually became transparent. Even the dust under his body reflected through his face. Han Yiming could no longer hold it back, and tears fell down. Turning to the beginning, looking at other places. Turning back, Lu Yueqing's description had disappeared, and even the plain clothes had faded. It seemed that no one had ever worn it. It was just a set of clothes spread out here! Han Yiming held back his tears, reached out to brush away the soil and grass chips on the plain clothes, brushed them cleanly, and folded them gently.

Suddenly, the senior brothers and sisters around him stood up and walked away. Han Yiming just focused on folding the clothes that his master had worn, folded them all, holding them in both hands, and stood up. But he saw that all the senior brothers and sisters were standing silently in front of Zhao Haoyang. Han Yiming saw at a glance that the fifth uncle was holding the Qingshuang sword!

The fourth uncle's Qingshuang sword! Han Yiming's eyes turned black and looked at the fifth uncle's hand again. The green sword sheath, the sword sheath, emitted a slightly bitter cold air, it was indeed the Qingshuang sword! "Where is the fourth uncle?" The words rushed to the edge of his mouth, but it was as heavy as a thousand pounds. In an instant, his lips and tongue were dry and he could not ask. He had already endured it and endured it again. When he saw this sword again, he could not bear it. His feet were soft and he sat down on the ground. The fourth uncle, the fourth uncle who was extremely smart, had nothing to hide from his eyes, and the fourth uncle who was handsome and handsome, was also like his master, and his spirit and body were dispersed?

He didn't dare to ask, and sat on the ground holding his master's clothes, crying loudly! Master, Master, Bai Long, died almost at the same time, how could Han Yiming resist? Bai Long was like a pair of friends, Master was like an elder. Master was not as arrogant as Master, and was completely a good friend. At this moment, they all left him. Han Yiming felt heartbroken and cried bitterly.

After crying for a while, his chest hurts. He wiped the tears on his face and pressed his hand on his chest. There was something on his chest that was pressed against the skin of his chest, slightly warm and cool. He reached into his arms and touched a circle. Dragon scale! The white dragon died, and the dragon scale really fell off from his chest! He became more and more sad for a moment, and he gritted his teeth tightly, half of the dragon scale was tightly held in the palm of his hand. Did he blame Bailong? He couldn't blame! Bailong was already dead, Bailong was blind before he died. He was definitely not interested in killing his master and uncle! But why did Bailong struggle to death and many people were affected by him? But why were there master and fourth uncle among them? Why were these two people who were extremely important to him?
Chapter completed!