Chapter 4770 Regret

"You trap yourself in the small world of the Jiuli tribe, guarding that little bit of power and cultivation, and refuse to let go, but you think you have the whole world."

"However, in fact, the only thing you have from the beginning to the end is Lin Wan, a younger sister."

"Only she loved you Lin Huai from beginning to end. Even if you were hurt or betrayed, she never thought of leaving you."

"Lin Huai, have you treated your only sister well over the years?"

"Do you still hold even a little bit of your own in your hand?"

Lin Huai's chapped lips parted, and the pain on his body gradually faded away from him.

But he felt like his heart had been gouged out by something, and it was painful and empty.

He suddenly realized that he had just lost something very important.

Lost forever, never... never come back.

Lin Huai's body curled up into a ball.

The blue flame that had been blocked by his divine power and did not continue to burn, suddenly jumped up, and instantly ignited Lin Huai's whole body.

But this time, Lin Huai didn't cry and beg for mercy.

He curled himself up like a baby.

He murmured in a low voice, "Wan'er...Wan'er..."

He seemed to see some scene, and his broken hand trembled and stretched out, with a hopeful and happy expression on his face.

Muddy tears flowed slowly from the corners of his eyes.

Wan'er, Xiaojiu...

It would be nice if we could do it all over again...

If I could do it all over again, I would rather give up everything in exchange for your happiness.

If life is just as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan.

The flames completely engulfed Lin Huai's body, burned to ashes, and drifted away with the wind.

Han Chujiu stared blankly into the distance, and finally turned around indifferently and ran to his precious disciple.

Di Mingjue had already picked up Muyan at this time, and there was no trace of coldness on his face anymore, only worry and concern remained.

Mu Yan was in a very bad state at this time.

His face was as white as rice paper, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Even though Lin Huai was dead, she didn't get better, but the situation got worse.

"Let me see!" Han Chujiu said urgently.

He grabbed Mu Yan's wrist, and after probing for a while, his face was gloomy and uncertain.

Li Weiran smiled and said: "No need to explore, Muyan was fed Huangquan Guo by Lin Huai. Now that a stick of incense has passed, Huangquan Guo has melted in her dantian. She is the soul in Jiuyou Huangquan. It's been tormented!"

Han Chujiu gritted his teeth.

He was so cheap just now, such a bastard Lin Huai.

How could he let him die so easily?

How dare even his precious disciple dare to bully him like this!

Obviously, he should have been tortured so much that it would be better to die and go to hell if he was finally reborn!

At this time, Han Chujiu completely forgot that the only yellow spring fruit in the world was swallowed by Muyan, and the [Other Shore Yellow Spring Curse] on his body is likely to have no cure.

Di Mingjue was stunned when he heard the three words Huang Quanguo, and looked at Han Chujiu.

Han Chujiu frowned and said, "If it's just because he swallowed the yellow spring fruit, then the physique of Muyan's [No Goblet Body] shouldn't be a problem. After about three months, he will be able to wake up and his cultivation will be further improved. But The pain she has suffered during this period is really like rolling through hell. And no one can help her alleviate it."

Di Mingjue hugged the trembling man in his arms tightly, his eyes full of distress.