Urban Madness

"I have already told you about the attack on the evil faction. I am not here to solicit your opinions, but to inform you."

Di Jiang said lightly.

"If any of you want to oppose this, you can leave now."

No one left at the scene.

Di Jiang put his chin on his hand and looked at the brothers sitting in his office.

"But I want to remind you that once this matter is made public, I am afraid that there will be a lot of resistance. Therefore, if you think about it, it is still too late to withdraw."

Dijiang paused again, and this time, no one chose to leave.

"Boss, do you still have to ask us about this? How many times have we all lived and died together? Is this time worse?"

Qiangliang patted his chest.

Di Jiang smiled after a long absence.

"Ye Fan, according to the previous plan, we will clean up Xingtian's memory tomorrow. We are in short supply of such powerful assistance as him."

Ye Fan nodded.

"Yes!"

"For the rest of you, Ju Mang is responsible for the food issue, and the others will prepare for it individually. I believe that, without me, you also know what should be prepared."

The others also nodded.

After a while, everyone left Dijiang's office one after another.

Only Ye Fan, before leaving, put his completed papers on Dijiang's several cases.

In addition to the folded papers, he also took out another folded paper with a piece of rice paper in it.

Di Jiang closed his eyes slightly and massaged his temples with his thumb, completely unaware of Ye Fan's movements.

It wasn't until Ye Fan left that he opened his eyes, and then noticed the unusual folding on his desk.

He opened the folder, which was a detailed wedding agenda.

Looking at the wedding agenda, Di Jiang suddenly thought of Zhu Jiuyin wearing a wedding gown, smiling in front of him.

After reading the wedding agenda, he opened the rice paper sandwiched in it.

On the rice paper, Zhu Jiuyin looked like Zhu Jiuyin wearing a fiery red wedding gown. Unlike ordinary people, this wedding gown is not embroidered with a phoenix, but a red candle dragon.

Di Jiang stared at the painting for a long time before murmured.

"No matter how beautiful the painting is, it is not Jiuyin after all... There is a small mole on Jiuyin's ear."

He was stunned, repeating the words in his mouth over and over again, and then carefully placed the portrait in his hand in his ring.

He suddenly remembered that Zhujiuyin really didn't seem to have left any portraits.

Even the one that he just deposited into the ring was drawn by Ye Fan from memory.

His Nine Yin disappeared into this world like this, leaving him nothing but memory.

Di Jiang's eyes were red again, and it seemed that there were tears that he wanted to well up again.

He looked up at the ceiling, blinked vigorously, and forced the tears back.

Now that Zhu Jiuyin is dead, his heart also died with it.

He won't cry anymore.

He cried when he was young because he knew that Master Huangdi would come to comfort him.

Later, every time he cried, Zhu Jiuyin was by his side to accompany him.

There will never be such a person in the future, no matter how loud and painful he is, there will be no such a person again, willing to stay with him silently for hundreds of years, waiting for him to vent all his vents. After feeling emotional, continue to fight with him to make him happy.