Long live the best

His violent coughing sound was extremely ear-piercing.

Murong Shunhua fought desperately and exchanged his life for his own, and finally won out in courage and severely injured him.

"Furious old man...!"

"Four banner officials, one was seriously injured and one was arrested, how will this old man explain to the young master!!"

He growled like a beast.

Everyone trembled and lowered their heads in unison.

That young master is the leader of the White Lotus Sect, with a temperamental personality. The failure of this matter has caused huge losses. I can't imagine what the consequences will be if the young master finds out!

They have begun to tremble.

The atmosphere is deadly.

The deputy priest spoke again.

"But it's not like we've gained nothing, hmph, Murong Shunhua won't live long, this is the price!"

"She knows that the information of the White Lotus Sect is only partial, and it doesn't hurt the bones. Now that the old man is injured, it is inappropriate to assassinate him."

"After all, the Jinyiwei next to the emperor should not be underestimated."

Everyone nodded: "Yes!"

Immediately afterwards, he said again: "Man Jianghong is dead, there is nothing to worry about."

"It's Mo Dao..."

There was hesitation in his voice.

As well as the kneeling three Chief Banner Officers, their complexions tightened.

It's just because all those who are in charge of the Eight Banners are direct descendants, they are all their own people, they have grown up together since childhood, and they have the same goal of revenge!

"Jinchan, tell me, what should the old man do?" The deputy leader suddenly became cold and asked lightly.

The head of the blue flag looked ugly.

After hesitating, the three looked at each other.

Gritting their teeth, they said in unison: "The great cause is the most important thing!"

"For safety, Mo Dao should be sacrificed!!"

As soon as the words fell, all the members of the White Lotus Sect were stunned and fell silent.

Master Mo Dao, it is impossible to betray the sect!

The deputy priest was silent.

Finally, he said slowly and hoarsely: "The old man can't bear it, but this is the end of the matter, and this is the only way to go."

"Modao may not say it, but our great cause, decades of painstaking efforts, cannot afford such a risk."

"Did you say so?"

Everyone lowered their heads, gritted their teeth and said, "Yes!"

"Hey, the old man will ask the young master to personally erect a monument for him and write it in the genealogy." The deputy leader said lightly, as if he was really sad.

heard.

The three Chief Banner Officers raised their heads abruptly, their eyes shot with crazy fire.

Write in the family tree of the little master! !

That is the honor of their life, even if they die, they will not hesitate!

"Assistant teacher, benevolence and righteousness!" The three shouted, extremely excited.

The Deputy Hierarch ordered faintly, like a brazier, bright and dark, making people uneasy.

"The pawn placed next to the emperor can be used."

"You don't have to worry about this matter."

"Jin Chan, you go back immediately and tell the little master about the situation, so that he can rest assured that the core secrets of the White Lotus Sect will not be leaked."

"In addition, the Black Banner General Banner Officer has to choose another one, and the bloodline must be pure!"

"Yes!!"

Everyone roared loudly.

Let the torches all around flicker, almost extinguished.

When the first light of dawn shines on this barren, unintentional land.

The members of the White Lotus Cult among the mountain peaks have disappeared without a trace.

Only the still warm fire showed that someone had been stationed.

Chenjiagou.

Qin Yun was too tired, his spirit was tense, and with Murong Shunhua beside him, he slept very deeply.

It wasn't until the sun's rays were so strong that he woke him up.

The dilapidated houses are very simple.

But what came into my eyes was a face that was all over the country and the city, so familiar and kind, making this morning infinitely beautiful.

"Your Majesty, don't get up, sleep again."

"I want to look at you that way, too."

Murong Shunhua's face returned to the color of blood, with long hair draped over his shoulders, his bright wrist propping his cheek, like a fairy.

"You, how are you?" Qin Yun was shocked.

"Otherwise, you still expect me to die?" Murong Shunhua said with a smile, but his heart was slightly bitter, and this dark wound just didn't show up for a while.

Once the attack occurs, the problem will become serious, and it will continue to worsen until death, at most two or three years.

Qin Yun also knew that it was impossible to get well, but seeing the former Murong Shunhua come back, he couldn't be more excited!