Immortal Voices Chapter 129: Sad

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Seeing Rong Xian's delay in answering, she rolled her thoughtful eyes and gloated, "I think the younger sister was cheated by someone, I'm sorry to say it."

Rong Xian glanced at Si Xin, and the inexplicable cold hair of Si Xin at this glance stood up.

Tsinghua and Yangming both became worried. In their hearts, Rong Xian was really a very good person to deceive. If someone deceived Rong Xian and made Rong Xian sad, they would not let him go.

"Speaking, can you be sure that Jiuliu is the young patriarch of the Yu clan?" Tsinghua asked urgingly.

"Hmm--" Rong Xian stretched his tone, suffocating the appetites of Tsinghua, Yangming, and Si Xin. After seeing enough of the nervous expressions of the three, he gave an answer: "OK."

Tsinghua and Yangming relax a little, they still trust Rong Xian, since Rong Xian said that the man was the young patriarch of the Yu clan.

"He is not in a coma. You gave him the antidote." Tsinghua said in a certain tone.

Rong Xian pondered for a moment. When Tsinghua thought he had made a mistake and the little apprentice couldn't bear to point it out, Rong Xian slowly said: "You can also say the same."

Shen Jiuliu had been in front of the antidote at that time. She did not give the antidote and the person did not faint. But then she did give the antidote too, and let Shen Jiuliu take the antidote to save people.

So her master is still great, and one sentence pointed out two facts.

Tsinghua was choked for a while, and changed the subject with a light cough: "Where is the young patriarch?"

Rong Xian said without any concealment: "I've saved people."

Yangming asked in surprise: "Who did he save? Is it his friend?"

"Of course..." Rong Xian gasped and said with an innocent look: "No."

Yangming: I haven't seen each other for eight years, and the younger sister has become naughty.

Rong Xian sighed faintly, and said: "It is my friends who have been saved for a long time, but I don't know if they are injured. After all, the monks who came to look for the blood of the sword emperor are too crazy."

She said with pity: "It's okay to pass in a coma after being hit by Wuwei. Most of the people who didn't faint lost their lives. They all died in internal fighting."

Rong Xian didn't talk nonsense. The old woman died at the hands of the middle-aged man. The two were outsiders to Rong Xian, so isn't their cannibalism just an infighting?

Oh, by the way, there are people who died in the hands of Ling Juncong and Lu Yuan, that's also an infighting. Rong Xian firmly refuses to admit that Ling Juncong and her are in the same group.

She pretended to pull up her sleeves and wiped the corners of her eyes. The corners of her eyebrows and eyes were filled with a natural melancholy: "So many people, just because of the essence and blood of the sword emperor, they don't care about their lives and fight to the death. Do you not cherish yourself?"

Well, Rong Xian is completely concerned about the execution of dozens of people with a single order.

Rong Xian paused, staring far-reaching at the night, sighing slightly, singing and saying: "Watching the lives disappear in front of me, I really feel heartbroken. I can't stop them. , There is no way to bring those people back to life, I—"

"Little Junior Sister, don't be sad, it's not your fault." Yang Ming couldn't help expressing comfort when seeing Rong Xian so uncomfortable.

It's those people who make their own minds. There is no need for the younger sister to have mercy on them. Alas, the younger sister is too kind.

Rong Xian, who was interrupted, looked stagnant. Oops, the sentimentality that had been brewing just now was disturbed by the big brother.

Rong Xian didn't want to take Li Yangming, she followed her own words and said blankly: "——I'm sorry."

The atmosphere was lost, she said that it was difficult to come over, and there was no emotion at all.

But fortunately, Yangming and the others brought their own filters when they saw Rong Xian. Yangming faced those eyes that were as clear as the sky, where they were full of intolerance and loneliness towards the death of the enemy, like a universal compassion. Buddha.

For a while, Yang Ming felt that his soul was sublimated by being baptized by such compassion.

He faintly said: "Little Junior Sister, don't feel sorry for irrelevant people. There are still many people in this world waiting for you to save."

Sixin whispered: "Can she be saved?"

After a long silence, Tsinghua said helplessly: "They are not worthy of you, Xiaoxian, as long as you protect the people who are worthy of protection. Those people want to **** the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor, and it is their own greed that makes them irresistible. , Has nothing to do with you."

Sixin rolled his eyes: "Fake mercy, the Sword Emperor's blood is on you. If you really don't want to see someone die for it, you might as well disappear with the Sword Emperor's blood."

Rong Xian glanced at her in surprise, frowning in thought.

Seeing that the little apprentice is really considering Sixin's outrageous suggestion, Tsinghua's expression becomes cold: "Sixin, enough! Xiaoxian is your junior sister, how can you be so mean and not even the same?"

What does it mean to disappear with the essence and blood of the sword emperor, what is this bad idea?

Si Xin was so unrelentingly trained by the master that her eyes turned red.

Rong Xian seemed to come back to his senses, Shi Shiran said: "Master, the senior sister has a straightforward temperament. This is not intentional. Don't be angry."

She obediently said: "Master, don't be angry, your disciples will be worried when you are angry."

Tsinghua's complexion eased, just about to say something, his eyes condensed, his figure flickered, and he quickly came to the disciples, looking at the courtyard with vigilant eyes, the sword in his hand looming.

"Doctor Rong." Dan's frivolous tone suddenly sounded, causing Tsinghua and Yang Ming to frown unhappy.

At this moment, a group of people came into sight.

A white robe is slender and dusty, Shen Jiuliu, who has an excellent appearance with a red mole on the eyebrows, walks in the forefront. A step behind him is Ling Juncong, who is still dressed in coarse linen, and he is surrounded by four different temperaments. Surrounded by the women, all eyes were fixed on Ling Juncong, and the emotions in his eyes were straightforward and unconcealed.

The last ones are Lu Yuan and Anyang. The two brothers finally met. It's gratifying.

Through the mist, looking at Rong Xian, who is still exquisite under the cold light of Ye Mingzhu, makes Jun's obsession disappear in a flash.

He quickly jumped past Shen Jiuliu, and bowed to Tsinghua and Yangming as if he looked like a salute, then approached Rong Xian and said with a grieving expression: "Doctor Rong, how can you not use your medicine? As for me, even I fell to the ground, almost face-to-face."

Rong Xian carefully looked at this heroic face, smiled softly, the kind with its own holy light: "Don't worry, I can cure it if the picture is broken."

Ling Jun almost never knelt to her, and then he sensed the swish eye knives beside him. He looked at Qingbo and Yangming blankly. What's the matter?

He doesn't seem to offend Master Rong Xian and brother, right? The etiquette is also adequate, so what's the matter with these two people slapped him?

Yangming stepped forward, leaving no trace of Ling Juncong from the little junior sister, and said with a majestic expression: "When men and women are different, just talk and talk. What do you do when you get close?"