Urban Madness

Ye Fan knew how much the death of Zhu Jiuyin had affected Dijiang, he patted the shoulder of Dijiang, who was crying on the ground, and said to him.

"I know that Jiuyin's matter is difficult for you to accept. I will prepare for the wedding. If you have any requirements, please come to me..."

Looking at the picture of Dijiang, Ye Fan knew that he might not be able to handle those tasks today.

He bypassed him, put the pleats on the table into Najie, walked out, and helped Dijiang close the door.

"The blossoms are worthy of being broken, and they must be broken at the end. Don't wait for the branches to be broken without flowers!"

Sun Simiao sighed. He couldn't say much about the two people.

"We still have to cherish the people in front of you, in the future... I don't know what will happen yet."

Ye Fan was very fortunate to have caught Nan Yu and kept her by her side. If one day, Nan Yu would be the same as Zhu Jiuyin... He might be no different from Dijiang now.

Ye Fan took out a piece of rice paper from his gift, dipped it with cinnabar, and began to paint it.

He painted very well, and with a few strokes, he drew a human figure.

Sun Simiao looked at Ye Fan's painting curiously.

Ye Fan looked for the way he remembered, and drew the candle nine yin.

However, unlike the usual nine-yin candles, the nine-yin candles in his writings are also a red dress, but this dress is a wedding dress.

As the last stroke fell, Sun Simiao couldn't help but start his tongue.

"Unexpectedly, you still have this ability, the painting is really vivid!"

Ye Fan shook his head.

"The appearance of Jiu Yin in the wedding gown... I'm afraid we can't see it anymore. I can only paint her, but she is such a smart person, even if she paints something like that, she is not her after all..."

Sun Simiao pursed his lips. He taught the alchemy of the Nine Yin of the Candle and the two of them were both teachers and friends.

He regretted it now, regretting that he had promised to make Zhu Jiu Yin an alchemist.

If not, Zhu Jiuyin might go to martial arts. After practicing martial arts, her physical fitness might not be as fragile as it is today. She was injured and lost her life by that iron-eater.

Ye Fan stopped talking, just immersed in the papers he brought up.

At this time, a group of people was crowded in front of Dijiang's office.

If Ye Fan were here, he would be able to recognize that these people standing here were the same group of people who came to watch Dijiang fight with Zhu Jiuyin when he first met Di Jiang.

They had all heard about Zhu Jiuyin's death, and they came here deliberately, and even Jumang, who was far away in Tangting Mountain, rushed back.

"Boss, you open the door!"

"Yes, boss, don't scare us, open the door!"

"Boss, we finally come back, you see us somehow!"

A group of men were outside Dijiang's office, flapping his door frantically.

For so many years, the love between Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin can be seen as long as they are not fools.

Now that something has happened to Zhu Jiu Yin, what they worry most is what stupid Di Jiang will do.

"Why doesn't the boss open the door? Nothing will really happen, right?"

Shebyzie stood anxiously outside the door.

They all grew up watching Zhujiuyin, and when Zhujiuyin was gone, they were also very sad.

But now, the Sri Lankan has passed away, so Dijiang can't let anything happen again.

Just when they were in a hurry, the door of Dijiang's office suddenly opened.

"Boss, you..."

They looked at Di Jiang's gray hair, and they were all speechless.