"Sixth sister, you've always … always been so powerful, there's never been any difficulty that could stump you … I beg you, tell me, you can save eldest senior brother … tell me!"
The people of the Xiao Yao Sect have always been people who would rather bleed than shed tears.
But now, almost everyone's cheeks are streaming with tears.
Qin Jiu's expression is still a little silly, as if he doesn't understand what's going on.
But when he saw everyone crying, his tears rolled down his cheeks.
He kneels in front of Yun Ruohan, pats his chest, and says to Muyan: "Junior sister … if you want blood, if you want flesh, use mine … Xiao Qi is too thin, not good … use mine, save … save eldest senior brother!"
He shouts for a long time, but seeing that everyone is just crying and ignoring him.
He still pulls Ling Yusheng and Leng Yumo in confusion, and says with a stutter: "Xiao Wu, Yumo, I … I'm sturdy, I have a lot of flesh … I really can … you guys … help me tell little junior sister … tell her!"
Ling Yusheng can no longer support himself. He sits down on the ground, covers his face, and lets out a painful wail.
If he could, he also wants to give his flesh to eldest senior brother, as long as … as long as eldest senior brother can live.
Leng Yumo pulls out the Red Lotus Soul Stealing Saber and fiercely slashes at the boulder in the distance.
With a boom, flames soar to the sky, and the boulder shatters into pieces.
Leng Yumo drops the saber, kneels in front of Muyan, grabs her hand, and weeps: "Junior sister, can eldest senior brother not die? Can he not die? We are the Xiao Yao Seven! If we don't have eldest senior brother, then what are we? "
Six out of seven is equivalent to having nothing, and they can no longer return to the past.
Yun Ruohan's heart is as calm as still water, but at this moment, she can't help but feel pain in her heart.
However, his body is already dead.
Even his vision is a little blurry, not to mention tears.
He can't even say a few words to comfort his junior brother and sister.
"Junior sister."
Suddenly, a low, hoarse and steady voice is heard.
Muyan's gaze turns to Chu Moli.
This third senior brother of hers has a mysterious origin, his strength is a mystery, and his thoughts are hard to fathom.
Muyan has never seen him cry, nor has she seen him truly laugh.
Sometimes, she even suspected whether Chu Moli was always wearing a mask, and would never reveal his true feelings in front of others.
However, at this very moment, she saw Chu Moli slowly walking towards her while pushing his wheelchair.
Compared to the other members of the Xiao Yao Sect, he was calm and collected.
There was not a single tear in the corner of his eyes. His every move was as smooth as flowing water, without any ripples.
The current Chu Moli was clearly no different from his usual self.
However, as Mu Yan looks at the slowly approaching Chu Moli, she feels as if she has touched the true heart of this Third Senior Brother.
"Junior Sister." Chu Moli slowly raises his head and looks at Muyan. He enunciates each word as he asks, "When the physical body that has been seized and reborn dies, the Spiritual Cultivation cannot continue to exist. Then, what if … the Devil Cultivation?"
Muyan stares blankly, then her pupils suddenly contract.
Her hands were tightly clenched into fists, and chaotic thoughts whizzed through her mind.
If the reborn body died, then the spirit cultivation could not continue to live. Then … what about the devil cultivation?
"Junior Sister? What does Third Senior Brother mean by this? "
He heard the anxious voices of the people of the Xiao Yao Sect.
However, these voices seem to be very, very far away from Muyan.
She walks towards Yun Ruohan step by step, and slowly grabs his already cold and stiff hand. She mutters in a low voice, "Xu Yilun can live, Jiu Sha can live … Why can't you, Eldest Senior Brother?"
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