With system support: What's wrong with clicking like crazy?

Looking at Dongxue lying on the ground, Seventeen wiped away tears.

“Dongxue…! Wuuwuwu…!”

"Your Highness, Dongxue is dead...!" Seventeen leaned on Ye Xiumo's shoulder, her shoulders shaking with tears.

Ye Xiumo patted Seventeen: “Seventeen…!”

"Puff...!" At this moment, Palace Master Yun also spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Senior Yun…!” Ye Xiumo shouted.

"Fairy sister...!"

Feng Qingjiu turned around and immediately helped Palace Master Yun Ling up: "Senior Yun...!"

Feng Qingjiu stroked the wrist of Palace Master Yunling: [Tongzhu, take a quick look, is there any medicine...? ]

The system shook its head: [Host, I'm sorry, Senior Yun was poisoned to the core and has died...! ]

Siyue knelt down: "Palace Master...!"

The disciples of the Yunshui Palace also knelt down and shouted in unison: "Palace Master...!"

Palace Master Yun Ling gasped: "April...!"

Si Yue nodded with tears in her eyes: "Palace Master, you said that Si Yue is...!"

"Ugh...!" Palace Master Yunling continued to spit out black blood from his mouth: "Siyue, from now on, Miss Feng will be the Palace Master of Yunshui Palace, and you and all the disciples will...will...!"

Siyue nodded: "Palace Master, Siyue knows...!"

Feng Qingjiu hurriedly shook his head: "Senior Yun, this won't work, I can't do this...!"

Palace Master Yunling held Feng Qingjiu's hand and said, "Ms. Feng...Ms. Fengfeng, I, Yunling, have never begged anyone in my life. Just think of it as me begging you..."

"I feel very...very relieved...to leave Yunshui Palace in your hands!"

Senior Yun Ling used the last of her strength to take off the bracelet on her hand and put it on Feng Qingjiu's right hand.

“Ms. Feng…!”

Feng Qingjiu looked at the bracelet on his right wrist.

In this life, I just want to relax and don’t want to deal with these things.

Feng Qingjiu rejected it a thousand times in her heart!

“Miss Feng…!” Not hearing any response, Palace Master Yunling called out again.

Feng Qingjiu nodded seriously: "Senior Yun, I promise you, don't worry!"

Palace Master Yun Ling took a deep breath and a relieved smile appeared on his face: "Miss Feng, I have another request...!"

Feng Qingjiu: "Senior Yun, you said...!"

Yunling Palace continued, "Miss Feng, please bring my and Qiyue's bodies back to Yunshui Palace...!"

Feng Qingjiu responded: "Okay...!"

Yun Ling showed a frank smile: "Thank you Miss Feng...! Thank you...!"

Palace Master Yunling held Feng Qingjiu's hand and slowly slid down.

Looking at the two people on the ground who were already without a breath, Feng Qingjiu felt extremely upset and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Miss, this barbecue is so delicious, I want more...!"

The usual laughter and joy in the winter snow are still vivid in my mind.

The people who had dinner together tonight are now separated from each other forever.

As time goes by, the candle of life sways in the wind. With a gentle blow, it may turn into a wisp of smoke, making people sigh at its fragility and impermanence.

"Senior Yun, don't worry! I will take care of everything in Yunshui Palace."

“Palace Master… Wuuuu…!” All the disciples of Yunshui Palace knelt on the ground, heartbroken.

Siyue wiped her tears and said with a choked voice: "Palace Master, Dongxue, you can go with peace of mind!"

Siyue stood up and led a group of disciples to kneel in front of Feng Qingjiu: "Siyue and the sisters pay their respects to the Palace Master...!"

Disciple of Yunshui Palace: "Greetings to the Palace Master."

Feng Qingjiu looked at the disciples of Yunshui Palace and said, "Everyone, get up!"

Disciple of Yunshui Palace: "Yes, Palace Master...!"

Siyue raised her eyes to look at Feng Qingjiu and said respectfully: "Palace Master, Siyue and the disciples will take the old Palace Master and Qiyue back to Yunshui Palace first."

"After the affairs of the old Palace Master and July are settled, April will lead the disciples to welcome the Palace Master back to the palace."

Feng Qingjiu nodded: "Okay...!"

April: "By the way, Palace Master, where is January's body?"

Feng Qingjiu took a look at the corpse of the ruthless person and said coldly: "Throw her into a mass grave...!"

April nodded: "Yes, Palace Master...!"

.....................

Looking at the receding backs of the people from Yunshui Palace, Song Shu felt deeply moved.

"Dongxue, there are ten good children, but why...! Hey...!"

Gu Jingan hugged Song Shu tightly: "Everyone is born with his or her own path to follow. Maybe this is Dongxue's fate!"

Looking at the crowd going away, Xia Ling pouted: "Dongxue...! Wuuwuwu...!"

“Miss…! Wuuwuwu…!”

Xia Ling burst into tears.

Hearing Xia Ling's crying, Seventeen couldn't hold back any longer and started crying loudly too.

“Ah… Winter snow…!”

The two looked at each other and cried bitterly.

Feng Qingjiu looked at the bracelet on her wrist again and sighed.

...............

Day two.

Because a passerby had been watching the warm courtyard, in order to allow Song Huaili to recover better, Fengqingjiu rented a villa on the outskirts of the capital.

She also hired some maids to serve her.

Song Shu also went there to take care of it almost every day.

"This medicine is so bitter...Ashu, you also know that Dad is most afraid of taking medicine!" Song Huaili pinched his nose and looked at the pitch-black medicine in the bowl with disgust.

Song Shu curled her lips and smiled: "Dad, this is the medicine that Ah Jiu prepared specially for you. You have to drink it no matter how bad it tastes."

"Drink your feet to recover...!"

Song Huaili took a deep breath, pinched his nose, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ah...! It's too bitter, Ashu, where's the sugar?" Song Huaili's facial features were distorted.

Song Shu immediately tore off an Alps and gave it to her father: "Dad, here...!"

Song Huaili took the candy and put it into his mouth.

"Hmm..., much more comfortable...!"

"By the way, Ah Shu, Dad has always forgotten to ask you, when did little Ah Jiu learn medical skills? And where did she get all these strange things from?" Song Huaili pointed at the candy wrapper in his daughter's hand.

“Dad…! Ajiu she…!” Song Shu opened her mouth but didn’t know where to start.

"Ashu, the little Ajiu now is no longer the little Ajiu of the past, right?" Song Huaili said.

"Dad, you...!" A hint of surprise flashed across Song Shu's face.

Song Huaili smiled and said, "I used to think that Xiao Jiu could only understand very simple things. It's incredible that he has become like this in just three years."

"In Feng Luo's dungeon, I already had my suspicions."

"Ah Shu, where did the old Ah Jiu go?"

Song Shu held her father's hand and said softly, "Dad, the current Ajiu is actually the same Ajiu as before...!"

Song Huaili frowned: "Ah Shu, I don't understand what you are saying."

Song Shu: "Dad, do you still remember Master Yiming from Tianlong Temple?"

Song Huaili nodded: "Of course I remember."

"Three years ago, my daughter took Ah Jiu to Tianlong Temple to pray for blessings...!"