Without a word, after Lin Jian lay in the coffin, the Jinfeng tribe clan closed the coffin.

Zhan Keke held the coffin and refused to put it down, and never left the forest curtain.

Tony and Fu Cheng hugged her, pulled her hands away from the coffin, and blood flowed out one by one.

But in the end, she couldn't keep Lin Lian.

Seeing the coffin lifted up, the group of people came without sound, and when they left without sound, they were getting farther and farther away from her, Zhan Keke knelt on the ground crying, and the whole forest was filled with her crying.

Yin Shiyi followed her to kneel on the ground, hugged her, and cried into tears.

Lin Lian is not her mother, but just like her mother, gentle, kind and full of warmth.

She didn't want Lin Lian to leave, but she couldn't change the facts.

The light went away and became smaller, and the darkness gradually swallowed up the spark until it was completely annihilated.

In the dark, a person hides in a place without any light and blends into darkness.

She looked at the girl with tears falling, her golden eyes filled with clear sky and tomorrow.

Her eleventh is growing up.

Tony knelt on one knee, holding the two girls, tears falling from his eyes.

He looked at the darkness that was no longer light, his eyes full of sadness.

Zhan Lianshi was inside, and Lin Lian also went.

And his beloved is also in it.

She didn't come and didn't see them.

ten years.

Yinzhi, you are really cruel.

The sound of footsteps disappeared, the dead branches and leaves became quiet, and under the night, everything was silent.

Silent.

Zhan Suiling stood there, standing under the clear moon, and darkness filled his eyes.

Father, mother, goodbye.

...

The moonlight hangs high like a spreading scroll, revealing in the middle of the night.

Click.

Deep underground, a thick stone door opened.

"Dingling...Dinglingling..."

The wooden stick moved forward, the elderly steps stepped in, and the bell made a crisp sound, as if it was saying something.

Feng Yuan followed the old man forward and walked into the underground palace deep in the depths.

The quiet night was like this, and there was no sound around.

If they hadn't stepped into this place, it would have been like a terrible abyss, dead silent.

A coffin is placed in the middle of the front, and candles are lit on the stone walls around it.

The candlelight was faint and burned from the moment it was lit until now.

The old man came to the coffin and placed his hand on the coffin lid. With a clang, the coffin lid was pushed open little by little.

In the candlelight, the person lying inside gradually appeared.

With deep eyebrows and carved facial features, he lay in the coffin, wearing a black golden dragon robe, his eyes closed, as if he had been sleeping for a long time.

Feng Yuan came to the coffin and looked at her face that had been like a day.

At this moment, a rare smile appeared on her face.

It is slackness and the long-term mission has finally been completed, and she can close her eyes with confidence.

The coffin lid was placed aside, and the old man looked at the person lying inside. The gray one, and the faded golden eyes turned outside the stone gate.

"Come in."

The old voice, pressing the thousand years of time, came from that ancient country.

Outside the stone gate, Yinzhi brought people in.

The new coffin is carried in and placed side by side next to the coffin in the middle.

The old man looked at Lin Lian. His face was not old and his hair was white. His face was quiet and peaceful.

She raised her hands and crossed her face in front of her, closed her eyelids and bent slightly.

Feng Yuan bowed and did this action, including the person who came in.

They looked respectful, as if they were bowing to their masters.

The candle burns, and the lamp oil remains unabated.

They seem to be forgotten by time and remain forever.

The old man gave Feng Yuan the wooden stick, and she came to the coffin and picked up the forest curtain from it.

She was old, like an old tree that had lived for many years and finally dried up, and was about to die.

She looked vulnerable, and looked so afraid that people would not touch her.

But in this way, she picked up Lin Jian and placed it smoothly in the coffin in the middle, and next to Zhan Lianshi.

Her dry hands fell on Lin Lian, slowly tidying up Lin Lian's dress, took her hair in front of her, slugged her wide sleeves to her side, and placed the silk on Lin Lian's wrist

between.

She did everything carefully and missed a step respectfully.

Feng Yuan looked at the coffin and changed from one person to two people.

They sleep together and sleep peacefully. Time has nothing to do with them. Time is far away from them.

They are in this coffin, and will never separate.

The old man folded Lin Lian's hands and hung them in front of him. After doing this last thing, she straightened up and looked at Lin Lian.

After a long time, she said, "Cover it."

Yinzhi bowed and looked at the person behind him.

The coffin lid was lifted up and landed on the coffin. Gradually, the coffin lid was closed little by little.

As the lid of the coffin closed, the old man's faded golden eyes became fainter, fading until they were darker, like her other eye, without any trace of anger.

At this moment, the burning flame became smaller and smaller...
Chapter completed!