The sound of the piano stops, and the strings break.

The tin staff in the hand of the first lecturer no longer made a crisp sound.

After the scholar appeared, the scene was quiet.

The wind blew again, and the new robe on the body of the first lecturer was slowly dancing.

But I don’t know if the wind blows on the lake or comes from this scholar.

It was not until this time that the archers discovered that the bows in their hands had become waste, and the arrows waiting to be shot on the string had already shot into the air, and they didn't know where they had flew.

They looked at the scholar in the field in shock, vaguely guessing that it was related to this person, but they couldn't figure out how all this happened, and they were even more confused about who this person was.

Of course Ning Que knew who he was, because he was the person he had been waiting for. He thought he could never wait for him again, but he still appeared.

Looking at the scholar, he tensed up his nerves for countless days and nights, and suddenly relaxed, feeling endless fatigue pouring into his body, from the autumn of Lanke Temple to the autumn of the wasteland, and then to the winter of Chaoyang City, he has been

In an isolated escape, until this moment, he finally had someone to rely on.

This feeling is really good.

The eldest brother turned around and looked at Ning Que covered in blood. He couldn't help feeling a little guilty, ashamed, and relieved. His voice trembled slightly and said, "Junior brother, I'm here."

Ning Que looked at the eldest brother's dusty appearance, haggard and tired, and understood why he was so moved. He said with a trembling voice: "Senior Brother, are you here?"

These two sentences sounded almost exactly at the same time.

The two brothers looked at each other and smiled, and then began to cough together.

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Chapter completed!