Wen Tianji and Bai Yuchun looked at each other and quietly left the door. Xiahou Haohai looked at her with compassion and left the room in a heavy mood.

At this time, all the words are pale and powerless, and all the comforts are irrelevant.

The pain in Yan Qingrui's heart could not be healed or calmed down, and no one could help her.

The person who loses his favorite is the darkness of the sky falling, the despair of the sky and the bone-bending pain, which has not been experienced by himself, how can he feel empathy? Who can describe such pain in words?

Wen Tianji silently held Bai Yuchun's hand.

The two of them went around for so many years, and by chance, misunderstandings and accidents have delayed them for a long time. Although they have solved the misunderstandings and no longer resentful to each other, they are not really together, because neither of them has taken one more step and just stayed in place.

Wen Tianji's hand reached out and held each other, which made Bai Yuchun slightly stunned. Thinking of Yan Qingrui's sadness in the room, she felt sad and desolate. She immediately understood Wen Tianji's intentions. She did not resist, but let him hold them.

But at this moment, there was nothing beautiful in their hearts, only heavy sighs.

There is only an endless sense of sadness and vicissitudes.

Shangguan Qianyu is still so young.

The good days for him and Yan Qingrui have just arrived.

Fate is ruthless, and no one knows when it will take away everything around you. Should we wait until everything is irreversible and then regret it?

It was not until he walked into the courtyard that Xiahou Haohai, who was worried, said deeply: "Two, you are both experts who are proficient in medicine. Is Shangguan Qianyu really helpless?"

Xiahou Moye glanced at his father in a daze. He was already dead, so how could he save him?

Wen Tianji and Bai Yuchun turned around. Bai Yuchun's voice was very low and his tone was very heavy: "The five internal organs moved, the meridians were reversed, and they were almost cut off inch by inch. Such a serious injury is really powerless!"

Wen Tianji sighed and said, "Whenever there is a slight possibility, we will do our best."

You should know that this person is the person in love with the owner of Xuanyue Sword, the father of his heir to Shadow Valley, and the young man he admires!

unless……

Alas, what is the exception? There is no exception at all!

Xiahou Moye thought of Yan Qingrui's sad and desperate face, and he said sadly: "I have seen it with my own eyes that the relationship between my sister and Shangguan Qianyu can't be hidden between my eyebrows. How can she bear this situation now?"

He looked at Xiahou Haohai, and there was a watery feeling in his eyes: "Dad, are we wrong? We just want to avenge our aunt and second uncle, and came to Qingling County, Sui Guang, and wanted to make the person who killed his aunt and second uncle pay the price, but it made my sister lose her sweetheart here. The price is too great!"

Xiahou Haohai's eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness and said, "This blood will not flow in vain. Nangong Heng owes me the new and old hatreds of the Xiahou family, let's repay them together this time!"

Wen Tianji sighed, what if he avenged revenge? The deceased will never come back, and the lost relatives will never live again. New injuries will add new hatred, new revenge will flow new blood, cycle will be repeated, endless...

The dispute between the world never stopped, but those sad tears flowed back into a river, how many vivid hearts were flooded?
Chapter completed!