Master, don't stop me from being an idol

But it was too late, the corpse in Wen Baiyu's arms suddenly disappeared, and he turned around when he realized something was wrong.

The long sword directly pierced Zhuang Yuezhong's heart, blood dripped from the tip, his shirt was almost stained red, but his face became paler and paler.

"...Master?"

The scene in front of him almost made Wen Baiyu lose his voice, the surroundings turned into black and white, only Zhuang Yue's center of gravity was dazzlingly red.

Zhuang Yuezhong quickly lost not only his life force, but also his spiritual power. Yue Leng disappeared, and the hole pierced by the sword was clearly visible on his chest, and blood gushed out quickly.

When he saw Wen Baiyu turning his head, he felt both helpless and relieved.

The helpless thing was that he didn't want Wen Boyu to see him so incompetent, but the good thing was...he really wanted to...give him one last look.

Zhuang Yue lost the strength to stand up and fell forward.

All this seemed to be in slow motion, Wen Baiyu's body had already rushed to catch Zhuang Yuezhong before his brain had time to give an order.

He trembled, not daring to hug Zhuang Yuezhong with all his strength, and stretched out his hand to press the wound, but the blood still overflowed from his fingers, scalding his heart ache.

"Why did it become like this..." Wen Baiyu used his spiritual power to heal, but it didn't work, so he turned to Zhou Jingyuan for help, "Brother Zhou, brother Zhou, save him!"

Zhou Jingyuan knew that Zhuang Yuezhong couldn't be saved just by looking at it. Yueleng was not an ordinary weapon. Zhuang Yuezhong used that sword to cross the world of cultivating immortals, not to mention piercing through his heart. The other party clearly wanted to die with Shen Qingzhi.

"Baiyu...sorry, this is Zunzhu Zhuang's choice."

"I don't understand what you're talking about..." Wen Baiyu was trembling all over, as if he had been abandoned in a world of ice and snow, he panicked from the cold.

The spiritual power could not be injected into Zhuang Yuezhong's body at all, Wen Baiyu hugged him tightly, his expression blank, he even felt that this was an extremely terrifying dream, as long as he survived it, he would wake up.

Sensing someone touching his face, Wen Baiyu lowered his head in a daze, only to see Zhuang Yuezhong smiled at him, and said two words from his bloodless lips: "Don't cry."

"I didn't cry..." Wen Baiyu didn't realize that tears were streaming down his face at all, "You know that I hate crying the most."

"I know...I've always known..." Zhuang Yuezhong's fingertips touched Wen Baiyu very lightly, as if she was afraid of getting the blood on his face, but she was very yearning for the warmth.

"I have something to tell you..."

Zhou Jingyuan turned his head away, turned and walked away, he really didn't want to disturb them.

Wen Baiyu said in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to hear...no matter what you say...I will never forgive you."

Zhuang Yuezhong just looked at him with gentle eyes: "I have never believed Shen Qingzhi's words. As far as I am concerned, you have never been my demon."

"All the things I did to ask for your forgiveness before were not to numb Shen Qingzhi, but were sincere."

Before Zhuang Yuezhong decided to implement such a decisive plan, she thought about waiting a little longer, and then came up with a safe plan.

But Wen Boyu said he hated him.

Zhuang Yuezhong's thoughts suddenly went blank, as if losing Wen Baiyu's love made him feel that being alive was not so important.

He hated Shen Qingzhi for manipulating all this behind the scenes, and even more hated himself for doing such an irreparable wrong thing.

Shen Qingzhi deserved to die, and he couldn't escape punishment.

"My ego hurt you, I'm sorry...but this is the last time...don't hate me."

Wen Boyu's emotions collapsed all of a sudden, and he cried bitterly: "I never really hated you, I just... just hoped that you could stay so I pretended not to love you..."

Zhuang Yue re-watched the TV series he starred in, joined the fan group, became a support club, and he watched every step the other party did.

He has not yet fully felt the feeling of being cherished by the master, and now he is going to taste the grief of losing his beloved.

"Zhuang Yuezhong, you can't treat me like this..." Wen Baiyu hugged the breathless man in his arms, "You left me again..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw roses on the ground, suddenly smiled, lowered his head, and whispered, "Master, actually I don't like roses..."

"But you gave it—I like it very much."

Zhou Jingyuan, who was standing in the distance, suddenly felt a wave of spiritual power, turned around and saw Wen Baiyu summoning Banyue.

"Baiyu! Don't!"

Banyue stopped suddenly just a few centimeters away from Wen Baiyu's neck. Wen Baiyu raised his head, looked at Chu Zong who appeared in front of him and stopped him, and said coldly: "Let go..."

"Master!" Zhou Jingyuan ran over, and turned to scold Wen Baiyu fiercely, "Are you crazy? Master Zhuang sacrificed himself to let you live well in another world, but you actually want to die for love!"

Wen Boyu's lips trembled, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't care, he just said: "I'm sorry, Brother Zhou, I just feel too much pain..."

It was the feeling of a hundred times and a thousand times more pain when he was abolished.

"When a fairy dies, there is still a chance to be resurrected, but when a person dies, he is really dead." When Chu Zong saw Zhuang Yuezhong's death, he sighed inwardly. He never thought that there would be a day to collect Zhuang Yuezhong's body.

Wen Baiyu heard the words as if he had caught hope: "Can you save him?"

"Let's try." Chu Zong took Zhuang Yuezhong from Wen Baiyu's hands, and a teleportation door appeared beside him, he turned around and said, "You don't want to follow here."

Wen Baiyu paused.

"You are no longer a cultivator, and the world of cultivating immortals is not the place you should go." Chu Zong said something against his will because he had promised Zhuang Yuezhong not to let Wen Baiyu see his body.

He glanced sympathetically at the distraught Wen Baiyu, and saw with his own eyes the shadow of death before his eyes.

In the eyes of outsiders, Chu Zong is foolish and doesn't like to meddle in affairs, but his strength is only inferior to Zhuang Yuezhong.

Zhuang Yuezhong's words that day faintly made him understand what the other party wanted to do. His good friend has always been like this, being ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself.

"Master! Are you sure?" Zhou Jingyuan followed Chu Zong to the world of cultivating immortals, and watched Zhuang Yuezhong die on the bed.

Chu Zong rolled up his sleeves: "If you are not sure, you have to try. If he is dead, the burden of cultivating immortals will be on me!"

Zhou Jingyuan: "..." He really wanted to complain, but he was tired.

As soon as Chu Zong changed his usual casualness, Zhou Jingyuan seemed to know him as a master for the first time with his awe-inspiring appearance.

"Jingyuan, do you know what is the biggest difference between immortal cultivators and mortals?"

Zhou Jingyuan thought for a while and said, "Cultivators of immortality can live forever."

"That's right." Chu Zong placed his palm on Zhuang Yuezhong's chest, "A cultivator can live forever by relying on their immortal roots. If they don't have their immortal roots, they will be no different from ordinary people."

Zhou Jingyuan lowered his eyes, he thought of Wen Baiyu.

"But everyone doesn't know that immortal roots have another use." When Chu Zong talked about everyone, he raised his eyebrows slightly, quite proudly, "Immortal roots——can bring immortals back to life."

Strong spiritual power erupted from his palm, and Zhuang Yuezhong's body glowed with silver light.

The wound on Zhuang Yuezhong's body healed quickly, his gray face gradually turned red, and then his chest heaved.

really alive.Zhou Jingyuan couldn't believe it.

"Uh...cough cough!" Zhuang Yuezhong opened her eyes suddenly, and coughed up a big mouthful of blood from sideways, which stained the bed sheet red.

The wound on his chest healed, but every part of his body seemed to be collapsing, with blood overflowing everywhere.

"Master, what, what's going on here?!" Zhou Jingyuan saw how Zhuang Yuezhong's situation was getting worse.

Chu Zong stopped and stood by the bed, put his hands in his wide sleeves, as if watching from the sidelines, and said: "People are alive, but without immortal roots, the body can't bear the huge spiritual power and will experience repeated meridians. Just bear the pain of breaking."

Zhou Jingyuan couldn't bear to watch it any longer, she turned her head and said, "Since Master Zhuang is fine, it's time for me to return to another world."

"Go, once Shen Qingzhi dies, the demon cultivators hiding in the other world will notice. You and Song Shanzhu take this opportunity to eliminate them."

"Of course." Zhou Jingyuan turned and walked away.

"Losing the fairy root...is it so painful?"

Zhou Jingyuan paused, and looked back at Zhuang Yuezhong with half-opened eyes, his eyes were out of focus, obviously still in a state of unconsciousness.

Chu Zong said: "Yes, otherwise how can it be regarded as punishment?"

"Why did I..." Zhuang Yuezhong's lips overflowed with blood, as if in extreme pain, he frowned and said in an almost inaudible voice.

"Why don't you ask him if it hurts?"

When Zhou Jingyuan heard this sentence, she couldn't control her tears.

He didn't cry for Zhuang Yue, but for Bai Yu.

I knew so... I knew so...

When he returned to another world, he only saw Chu Ci at home.

"Husband." Chu Ci got up and walked over quickly.

Zhou Jingyuan glanced left and right, and asked, "Where's Bai Yu?"

Chu Ci looked sad: "Shen Qingzhi is dead, and the demon cultivator hidden in another world is making "chaos" everywhere. He and Mangosteen will get rid of the demon together."

Zhou Jingyuan really felt sorry for Wen Baiyu, but it was better for Wen Baiyu to be selfish. Even though he had just experienced that kind of pain, he still thought about the safety of the other world and threw himself into the battle.

"I'll go find him." Zhou Jingyuan walked out.

Chu Ci asked him: "What happened to Zhuang Yuezhong?"

"Not dead, Master revived him."

"That's a pity." Chu Ci said coldly.

Zhou Jingyuan turned to look at her, and when she saw the coldness in her eyebrows, she opened her mouth and said, "You know."

"I wish I didn't know, he doesn't deserve Wen Wen's undying love! If he wants to die, he should be fulfilled!" When Chu Ci thought of Wen Baiyu's hurt expression, vicious thoughts burst out of his heart.

"Why...why would he make Wen Wen sad when he was dying..." Chu Ci covered his eyes and cried.

Zhou Jingyuan walked over to hug her.

Chu Ci calmed down and said, "You go, I'll cook the food and wait for you to come back."

Zhou Jingyuan nodded, half-jokingly said: "Don't be all Bai Yu's favorite dishes."

Chu Ci burst into tears and said with a smile: "Leave a bowl of vinegar for you."

Zhou Jingyuan found Wen Baiyu at the place where the devilish energy was strongest.

Not only him, but also Song Shanzhu.

Holding swords, the two teamed up to fight against Moxiu in tacit understanding.

Even if Wen Boyu is not an immortal cultivator, his counterattack against the demon cultivator's attack is not inferior at all.

This scene reminded Zhou Jingyuan of Wen Baiyu's reputation in the world of cultivating immortals, which was second only to Zhuang Yuezhong.

Moxiu was beheaded, and Wen Baiyu found Zhou Jingyuan early in the morning, holding a sword, and walked over step by step as if stepping through the field of Shura.

He came against the light, Zhou Jingyuan couldn't see his face clearly, and for a moment he saw him as Zhuang Yuezhong.

so similar.

"Brother Zhou." Wen Baiyu walked up to him and stood still, and just called him.

He didn't say anything, but Zhou Jingyuan understood the unfinished words from his eyes.

Zhou Jingyuan originally wanted to say that Zhuang Yuezhong died, so that Wen Baiyu could forget about it earlier and start a new life.

But at this moment, he didn't dare, he couldn't extinguish the light in Wen Baiyu's eyes.

"Master saved him..." After Zhou Jingyuan finished speaking, she saw Wen Baiyu's condensed brows and eyes loosen, and understood the cruel words the other party had said before—all against her will.

"The price is that the celestial root is gone."

Wen Baiyu was stunned for a moment, and asked as if he didn't understand: "What?"

"Master revived him with Zhuang Zunzhu's immortal root. Although he is not dead now, he is seriously injured and needs time to recuperate."

Wen Baiyu didn't know what to say for a while.

Song Shanzhu called him at this time, and Wen Baiyu said to Zhou Jingyuan: "Brother Zhou, I'm leaving first."

"Bai Yu!" Zhou Jingyuan felt that Wen Baiyu's calmness was disturbing, stopped him and said, "If you want to see Lord Zhuang, I can help."

"No need, as long as he's not dead." Wen Baiyu turned his back.

"If you're sad, don't hold back..." Zhou Jingyuan was very worried that Wen Baiyu would still be overwhelmed like before.

"Brother Zhou, I'm fine..." Wen Baiyu turned his head and could only see his side face, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if a little cold.

"As for Zhuang Yuezhong... the immortal root can be discarded or molded, isn't it?"

But it was too late, the corpse in Wen Baiyu's arms suddenly disappeared, and he turned around when he realized something was wrong.

The long sword directly pierced Zhuang Yuezhong's heart, blood dripped from the tip, his shirt was almost stained red, but his face became paler and paler.

"...Master?"

The scene in front of him almost made Wen Baiyu lose his voice, the surroundings turned into black and white, only Zhuang Yue's center of gravity was dazzlingly red.

Zhuang Yuezhong quickly lost not only his life force, but also his spiritual power. Yue Leng disappeared, and the hole pierced by the sword was clearly visible on his chest, and blood gushed out quickly.

When he saw Wen Baiyu turning his head, he felt both helpless and relieved.

The helpless thing was that he didn't want Wen Boyu to see him so incompetent, but the good thing was...he really wanted to...give him one last look.

Zhuang Yue lost the strength to stand up and fell forward.

All this seemed to be in slow motion, Wen Baiyu's body had already rushed to catch Zhuang Yuezhong before his brain had time to give an order.

He trembled, not daring to hug Zhuang Yuezhong with all his strength, and stretched out his hand to press the wound, but the blood still overflowed from his fingers, scalding his heart ache.

"Why did it become like this..." Wen Baiyu used his spiritual power to heal, but it didn't work, so he turned to Zhou Jingyuan for help, "Brother Zhou, brother Zhou, save him!"

Zhou Jingyuan knew that Zhuang Yuezhong couldn't be saved just by looking at it. Yueleng was not an ordinary weapon. Zhuang Yuezhong used that sword to cross the world of cultivating immortals, not to mention piercing through his heart. The other party clearly wanted to die with Shen Qingzhi.

"Baiyu...sorry, this is Zunzhu Zhuang's choice."

"I don't understand what you're talking about..." Wen Baiyu was trembling all over, as if he had been abandoned in a world of ice and snow, he panicked from the cold.

The spiritual power could not be injected into Zhuang Yuezhong's body at all, Wen Baiyu hugged him tightly, his expression blank, he even felt that this was an extremely terrifying dream, as long as he survived it, he would wake up.

Sensing someone touching his face, Wen Baiyu lowered his head in a daze, only to see Zhuang Yuezhong smiled at him, and said two words from his bloodless lips: "Don't cry."

"I didn't cry..." Wen Baiyu didn't realize that tears were streaming down his face at all, "You know that I hate crying the most."

"I know...I've always known..." Zhuang Yuezhong's fingertips touched Wen Baiyu very lightly, as if she was afraid of getting the blood on his face, but she was very yearning for the warmth.

"I have something to tell you..."

Zhou Jingyuan turned his head away, turned and walked away, he really didn't want to disturb them.

Wen Baiyu said in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to hear...no matter what you say...I will never forgive you."

Zhuang Yuezhong just looked at him with gentle eyes: "I have never believed Shen Qingzhi's words. As far as I am concerned, you have never been my demon."

"All the things I did to ask for your forgiveness before were not to numb Shen Qingzhi, but were sincere."

Before Zhuang Yuezhong decided to implement such a decisive plan, she thought about waiting a little longer, and then came up with a safe plan.

But Wen Boyu said he hated him.

Zhuang Yuezhong's thoughts suddenly went blank, as if losing Wen Baiyu's love made him feel that being alive was not so important.

He hated Shen Qingzhi for manipulating all this behind the scenes, and even more hated himself for doing such an irreparable wrong thing.

Shen Qingzhi deserved to die, and he couldn't escape punishment.

"My ego hurt you, I'm sorry...but this is the last time...don't hate me."

Wen Boyu's emotions collapsed all of a sudden, and he cried bitterly: "I never really hated you, I just... just hoped that you could stay so I pretended not to love you..."

Zhuang Yue re-watched the TV series he starred in, joined the fan group, became a support club, and he watched every step the other party did.

He has not yet fully felt the feeling of being cherished by the master, and now he is going to taste the grief of losing his beloved.

"Zhuang Yuezhong, you can't treat me like this..." Wen Baiyu hugged the breathless man in his arms, "You left me again..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw roses on the ground, suddenly smiled, lowered his head, and whispered, "Master, actually I don't like roses..."

"But you gave it—I like it very much."

Zhou Jingyuan, who was standing in the distance, suddenly felt a wave of spiritual power, turned around and saw Wen Baiyu summoning Banyue.

"Baiyu! Don't!"

Banyue stopped suddenly just a few centimeters away from Wen Baiyu's neck. Wen Baiyu raised his head, looked at Chu Zong who appeared in front of him and stopped him, and said coldly: "Let go..."

"Master!" Zhou Jingyuan ran over, and turned to scold Wen Baiyu fiercely, "Are you crazy? Master Zhuang sacrificed himself to let you live well in another world, but you actually want to die for love!"

Wen Boyu's lips trembled, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't care, he just said: "I'm sorry, Brother Zhou, I just feel too much pain..."

It was the feeling of a hundred times and a thousand times more pain when he was abolished.

"When a fairy dies, there is still a chance to be resurrected, but when a person dies, he is really dead." When Chu Zong saw Zhuang Yuezhong's death, he sighed inwardly. He never thought that there would be a day to collect Zhuang Yuezhong's body.

Wen Baiyu heard the words as if he had caught hope: "Can you save him?"

"Let's try." Chu Zong took Zhuang Yuezhong from Wen Baiyu's hands, and a teleportation door appeared beside him, he turned around and said, "You don't want to follow here."

Wen Baiyu paused.

"You are no longer a cultivator, and the world of cultivating immortals is not the place you should go." Chu Zong said something against his will because he had promised Zhuang Yuezhong not to let Wen Baiyu see his body.

He glanced sympathetically at the distraught Wen Baiyu, and saw with his own eyes the shadow of death before his eyes.

In the eyes of outsiders, Chu Zong is foolish and doesn't like to meddle in affairs, but his strength is only inferior to Zhuang Yuezhong.

Zhuang Yuezhong's words that day faintly made him understand what the other party wanted to do. His good friend has always been like this, being ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself.

"Master! Are you sure?" Zhou Jingyuan followed Chu Zong to the world of cultivating immortals, and watched Zhuang Yuezhong die on the bed.

Chu Zong rolled up his sleeves: "If you are not sure, you have to try. If he is dead, the burden of cultivating immortals will be on me!"

Zhou Jingyuan: "..." He really wanted to complain, but he was tired.

As soon as Chu Zong changed his usual casualness, Zhou Jingyuan seemed to know him as a master for the first time with his awe-inspiring appearance.

"Jingyuan, do you know what is the biggest difference between immortal cultivators and mortals?"

Zhou Jingyuan thought for a while and said, "Cultivators of immortality can live forever."

"That's right." Chu Zong placed his palm on Zhuang Yuezhong's chest, "A cultivator can live forever by relying on their immortal roots. If they don't have their immortal roots, they will be no different from ordinary people."

Zhou Jingyuan lowered his eyes, he thought of Wen Baiyu.

"But everyone doesn't know that immortal roots have another use." When Chu Zong talked about everyone, he raised his eyebrows slightly, quite proudly, "Immortal roots——can bring immortals back to life."

Strong spiritual power erupted from his palm, and Zhuang Yuezhong's body glowed with silver light.

The wound on Zhuang Yuezhong's body healed quickly, his gray face gradually turned red, and then his chest heaved.

really alive.Zhou Jingyuan couldn't believe it.

"Uh...cough cough!" Zhuang Yuezhong opened her eyes suddenly, and coughed up a big mouthful of blood from sideways, which stained the bed sheet red.

The wound on his chest healed, but every part of his body seemed to be collapsing, with blood overflowing everywhere.

"Master, what, what's going on here?!" Zhou Jingyuan saw how Zhuang Yuezhong's situation was getting worse.

Chu Zong stopped and stood by the bed, put his hands in his wide sleeves, as if watching from the sidelines, and said: "People are alive, but without immortal roots, the body can't bear the huge spiritual power and will experience repeated meridians. Just bear the pain of breaking."

Zhou Jingyuan couldn't bear to watch it any longer, she turned her head and said, "Since Master Zhuang is fine, it's time for me to return to another world."

"Go, once Shen Qingzhi dies, the demon cultivators hiding in the other world will notice. You and Song Shanzhu take this opportunity to eliminate them."

"Of course." Zhou Jingyuan turned and walked away.

"Losing the fairy root...is it so painful?"

Zhou Jingyuan paused, and looked back at Zhuang Yuezhong with half-opened eyes, his eyes were out of focus, obviously still in a state of unconsciousness.

Chu Zong said: "Yes, otherwise how can it be regarded as punishment?"

"Why did I..." Zhuang Yuezhong's lips overflowed with blood, as if in extreme pain, he frowned and said in an almost inaudible voice.

"Why don't you ask him if it hurts?"

When Zhou Jingyuan heard this sentence, she couldn't control her tears.

He didn't cry for Zhuang Yue, but for Bai Yu.

I knew so... I knew so...

When he returned to another world, he only saw Chu Ci at home.

"Husband." Chu Ci got up and walked over quickly.

Zhou Jingyuan glanced left and right, and asked, "Where's Bai Yu?"

Chu Ci looked sad: "Shen Qingzhi is dead, and the demon cultivator hidden in another world is making "chaos" everywhere. He and Mangosteen will get rid of the demon together."

Zhou Jingyuan really felt sorry for Wen Baiyu, but it was better for Wen Baiyu to be selfish. Even though he had just experienced that kind of pain, he still thought about the safety of the other world and threw himself into the battle.

"I'll go find him." Zhou Jingyuan walked out.

Chu Ci asked him: "What happened to Zhuang Yuezhong?"

"Not dead, Master revived him."

"That's a pity." Chu Ci said coldly.

Zhou Jingyuan turned to look at her, and when she saw the coldness in her eyebrows, she opened her mouth and said, "You know."

"I wish I didn't know, he doesn't deserve Wen Wen's undying love! If he wants to die, he should be fulfilled!" When Chu Ci thought of Wen Baiyu's hurt expression, vicious thoughts burst out of his heart.

"Why...why would he make Wen Wen sad when he was dying..." Chu Ci covered his eyes and cried.

Zhou Jingyuan walked over to hug her.

Chu Ci calmed down and said, "You go, I'll cook the food and wait for you to come back."

Zhou Jingyuan nodded, half-jokingly said: "Don't be all Bai Yu's favorite dishes."

Chu Ci burst into tears and said with a smile: "Leave a bowl of vinegar for you."

Zhou Jingyuan found Wen Baiyu at the place where the devilish energy was strongest.

Not only him, but also Song Shanzhu.

Holding swords, the two teamed up to fight against Moxiu in tacit understanding.

Even if Wen Boyu is not an immortal cultivator, his counterattack against the demon cultivator's attack is not inferior at all.

This scene reminded Zhou Jingyuan of Wen Baiyu's reputation in the world of cultivating immortals, which was second only to Zhuang Yuezhong.

Moxiu was beheaded, and Wen Baiyu found Zhou Jingyuan early in the morning, holding a sword, and walked over step by step as if stepping through the field of Shura.

He came against the light, Zhou Jingyuan couldn't see his face clearly, and for a moment he saw him as Zhuang Yuezhong.

so similar.

"Brother Zhou." Wen Baiyu walked up to him and stood still, and just called him.

He didn't say anything, but Zhou Jingyuan understood the unfinished words from his eyes.

Zhou Jingyuan originally wanted to say that Zhuang Yuezhong died, so that Wen Baiyu could forget about it earlier and start a new life.

But at this moment, he didn't dare, he couldn't extinguish the light in Wen Baiyu's eyes.

"Master saved him..." After Zhou Jingyuan finished speaking, she saw Wen Baiyu's condensed brows and eyes loosen, and understood the cruel words the other party had said before—all against her will.

"The price is that the celestial root is gone."

Wen Baiyu was stunned for a moment, and asked as if he didn't understand: "What?"

"Master revived him with Zhuang Zunzhu's immortal root. Although he is not dead now, he is seriously injured and needs time to recuperate."

Wen Baiyu didn't know what to say for a while.

Song Shanzhu called him at this time, and Wen Baiyu said to Zhou Jingyuan: "Brother Zhou, I'm leaving first."

"Bai Yu!" Zhou Jingyuan felt that Wen Baiyu's calmness was disturbing, stopped him and said, "If you want to see Lord Zhuang, I can help."

"No need, as long as he's not dead." Wen Baiyu turned his back.

"If you're sad, don't hold back..." Zhou Jingyuan was very worried that Wen Baiyu would still be overwhelmed like before.

"Brother Zhou, I'm fine..." Wen Baiyu turned his head and could only see his side face, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if a little cold.

"As for Zhuang Yuezhong... the immortal root can be discarded or molded, isn't it?"