Immortal Voices Chapter 150: Farewell

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The magic cultivators glanced at each other, as if they had reached an agreement, and flew toward the heavens and the earth in unison.

There are those who return to the family to be the ancestors of the refuge **** who is awe-inspired by the individual, those who establish a religion to continue the orthodoxy, and some who stay in the world and do mischief.

But no matter what they did, they didn't forget Lou Hanxi's last command, and they rushed to exterminate Yu Li and the others!

They dare not provoke the crazy woman.

So, every day on the mainland, you can see demons raging and killing people, demons dancing and chaos frequently.

One month later, Nanzhou returned to Tuchengrong clan.

Following the guidance of the decree, the two demons bypassed countless institutions along the way, went deep into the underground palace, and finally placed the ancient bronze coffin in the innermost tomb.

Just after the ancient bronze coffin was placed, the Lingfu in front of them shattered. Before they were panicked, they were forced to fall to the ground by a powerful force, and knelt toward the bronze coffin on one knee.

After a short while, the two became lifelike pottery figurines.

The palace is dead silent, buried deep in the mud, without seeing the sun.

Rong Xian only found Lou Hanxi at this time, and the rumored Lou Hanxi had returned to the Rong clan.

She was leaning against the cedar forest, surrounded by clusters of roses on the ground, red as blood, and beautiful and palpitating.

These are flowers that my father gave to my mother, and each one has a nostalgic smell.

Lou Hanxi's gaze seems to be looking at these flowers, and she doesn't seem to see anything. Her eyes are not focused, and they are fragile and distressing.

"Mei." Rong Xian yelled softly, as if she was afraid that her voice would be louder and disturbed this person.

She walked in front of Lou Hanxi, her clear eyes were stained with a slight temperature, and her whole person seemed to have fallen from a fairy above the nine heavens into the mortal world, with the smell of fireworks.

"A-mei, I finally found you. It turns out that you are back home." Rong Xian said with a smile, although she knew that A-mei couldn't hear her, it didn't hinder her interest.

She wandered around in the cedar forest. Every time she walked, she smiled and said, "Mei, this was your boudoir before? Remember? You like to decorate your house beautifully and gorgeously, and it’s full of Colorful flowers."

She came to the most beautiful cedar tree flower, and smiled: "This used to be a martial arts training ground prepared by my elder brother and sister-in-law for my nephew. We had agreed to work hard to practice martial arts, and then taught my nephew to be the strongest. Monk."

She floated under the shortest tree, pursed her lips, and a layer of mist gathered in her eyes: "This is my yard. My parents knew that I was naughty, so they changed the land here with a spell. All the trees planted here do not grow tall, they just don’t want me to climb the tree for fear that I might fall."

She shook her body, came not far away, and said with a smile: "This is the yard of my father and mother. When we were young, we were afraid to sleep. We often sneaked over, and then was carried away by my father with a black face..." /

She was talking and she couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes and smashed to the ground.

She knelt on the ground, sobbing softly, her tears falling to the ground, but she passed through the fallen leaves and turned into nothingness.

Then, the gentle crying turned into a howling cry, she was like a child, crying so privately and painfully.

Rong Xian cried for a long time, her crying voice became hoarse, and her slender white dress seemed to be wrinkled because of the change in her master's mood. She staggered to her feet and walked towards Lou Hanxi.

She stretched out her hand to pull Lou Hanxi's clothes, but she wore it through weakly.

"A-mei, I can't touch you, you can't hear me, can't see me, A-mei, I'm very uncomfortable." Rong Xian's mouth slumped and she was extremely wronged.

She imagined that she was the same as when she was a child, even though she was older, A-mei would come to comfort herself every time she was wronged, she would coax her and find ways to make her happy.

But now A-mei doesn't care about her at all, A-mei... is gone.

Rong Xian sniffed, and finally realized that A-mei had really left her, so decisive and cruel.

She should have thought of it a long time ago.

I knew she had said goodbye to A-mei in Shiqiaojian before. A-mei didn't want to live anymore, she couldn't hold on anymore.

She knew that one day A-mei would always leave her, but she didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

"Mei." Rong Xian called softly.

Lou Hanxi returned to Guitucheng and returned to her home.

Yes, this is the home of Lou Hanxi and Rong Xian. It is their home forever. No matter how long they wander outside, no matter how long they stay in Wuxinya, there is only one place they identify with.

Amei returned home without hatred, and then cut herself off at the home that affected her mind.

She left this world, her only relative.

"Mei, you are so cruel." Rong Xian murmured.

Overwhelming pain and sorrow overwhelmed her. She was just a ray of consciousness, she didn't need to breathe, but at this time she felt suffocated, suffocated by the pain of such a loved one's leaving.

Thousands of years ago, I had to bear it once, but the second time it still made her suffer. The pain of bereavement is a habit that a person can never get used to.

"Mei." She called again.

The people she called can no longer hear.

When Rong Xian couldn't bear it, it seemed that the yin qi that entrusted her consciousness had been exhausted, and her figure suddenly collapsed.

Countless cedar tree flowers fell at the same time, gently burying the woman leaning against the tree, sheltering her from the wind and sun.

Return to Tucheng, deep in the underground palace.

In the ancient bronze coffin, Rong Xian's eyelashes trembled, but did not wake up.

Over her body, the water spirit beads and wood spirit beads exude a faint light covering her.

After that ray of consciousness returned, the woman lying in the ancient bronze coffin slowly left a line of tears in her eyes, but she still did not wake up.

Xizhou Broken Leaf City, when Yun Youfeng stepped back here, he saw the familiar lively scene, with a bright smile on his face.

He grinned, scornful and wild.

Different from the pretense of being the city lord in Ziwei City, he smiled more real at this time.

There is no need to maintain a dignified posture to frighten others, and there is no need to worry that your true temperament will be underestimated.

He walked quickly towards the deep alley, and couldn't wait to meet the charming and generous woman who made him worry about him.

But when he walked to the former'Wuxin Wine Shop', he saw that the wine shop's flag was already dilapidated, the plaque on the door frame was also eclipsed by the wind, the spider web from top to bottom, the whole facade looked shabby And despairing.

Yun Youfeng feels a little uneasy. It seems that no one has lived here for a long time, but it was clear that he had communicated with Sanniang two months ago.

Yun Youfeng ripped the cobweb on the door and opened the wooden door with his hand. The heavy dust fell and choked him into a sneeze.

There was a damp mold in the dark wine shop, and Yunyoufeng walked in lightly, and a footprint was immediately imprinted on the dust on the ground.