The disciple was still a little scared and nodded in agreement.
Dongfang Shiming rushed over from behind. As soon as Lang Chenyan caught a glimpse of him, he immediately said calmly: "You must be that child's companion."
Dongfang Shiming was about to ask about Fu Yunge's whereabouts, but he didn't expect that Lang Chenyan's senses were so sharp that he could see his relationship with Fu Yunge at a glance.
"Yes, Senior Lang Chenyan." Dongfang Shiming bowed slightly, and then asked eagerly, "You are finally here. But why... didn't I see Fu Yunge following you?"
Lang Chenyan looked at him, took a long breath, twisted his rusty neck and looked up at the sky: "He..."
Veins gradually protruded from his fists, and his bronze skin turned red and white. After thinking for a moment, he finally let go of his hand in vain and said sadly: "...I have been buried in the sand wall."
With this shocking sentence, Dongfang Shiming suddenly trembled all over.
The surviving Daozhai disciples not far away now all ran to the house where Bai Rong's remains were placed, and the crowd was noisy. But Dongfang Shiming's ears seemed empty at this moment, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.
The only thing that repeated for a long time was Lang Chenyan's words.
Like a stiff wooden sculpture, Dongfang Shiming felt dizzy. He staggered two steps, his head buzzing continuously.
Seeing that he almost fell, Lang Chenyan took two steps forward and held his arm.
How could... Fu Yunge... be dead?
There seemed to be Venus spinning in front of Dongfang Shiming's eyes, as if he had been hit hard by a wooden stick, making it dull and dull.
Suddenly, Dongfang Shiming's legs went weak, his knees were weak, and he knelt on the ground.
He couldn't believe it. It was clearly agreed when he left, so how could he... die so suddenly?
Dongfang Shiming felt that his heart was cold, but in fact it was already beating extremely violently. He couldn't keep calm at all, and the scene when Fu Yunge left kept dancing in his mind.
It was...a golden warm sun, and dust like golden powder.
He shook off Lang Chenyan's hand, as if Fu Yunge had appeared in front of him. He wanted to grab Fu Yunge's sleeve, stretched out his hand, but missed.
Lang Chenyan looked at his appearance, and the pain at that time filled his heart again.
The appearance of the young man in front of me is definitely not fake. With such true temperament, Lang Chenyan seemed to see the shadow of Fu Yunge in an instant.
"...My condolences." After thinking for a long time, his dull thoughts finally uttered two simple words. Lang Chenyan didn't know how to comfort him. After all, he had not forgiven himself at that time, so how could he be in a position to comfort others?
Dongfang Shiming looked at the loess in front of him dreamily. The wind and clouds roared, but he turned a deaf ear.
Time seemed to stand still on him. The lamentations of the Touzhai disciples and the noise of the seven factions could not enter his thoughts. There was no way of knowing what he was thinking, but a moment later, two teardrops were seen knocking into the ground at the same time.
Lang Chenyan also maintained the same posture as before, motionless. He silently stared at Dongfang Shiming, who was in a state of despair, and he was also repenting in his heart.
Seeing Dongfang Shiming cry, Lang Chenyan's already numb nose also turned sour. Just as he was about to speak and try to comfort him, Dongfang Shiming suddenly stood up.
He patted the dirt on his body and wiped the tears from his face.
"I...can't be depressed now." He suppressed his hoarse and sore throat and forced himself to restrain the overflowing emotions in his heart. "The overall situation is more important...I must go back to the canyon."
Lang Chenyan suddenly felt a thrill all over his body, and he couldn't help but turn his gaze back to Dongfang Shiming's face.
However, there was an extra level of respect in that gaze.
"Since you hold this position, you must not care about personal affairs..." Dongfang Shiming bit his lip tightly, and blood was already flowing out at this moment.
He walked forward tremblingly, his steps still a little unsteady. Lang Chenyan followed him, as if at this moment, he had become a soldier at the mercy of Dongfang Shiming.
"Everyone, listen to me." He spoke slowly, with blood stains from his broken lip still remaining under his teeth, "We must return to the Heart Lake Canyon and make the final counterattack. Jiuche Xiaoying is now at the end of his battle, we must seize the opportunity, Annihilate them in one fell swoop.”
There was sadness in his voice, and his heart was as painful as a knife.
Everyone from the seven factions listened to the order and raised their weapons in response, preparing to strike while the iron was hot and give them the most fatal blow!
Lang Chenyan also nodded slightly and slowly pulled out the knife from his waist.
"Where are they?" Lang Chenyan said to Dongfang Shiming, and by the way, he pursed his lips towards the private house where the Dao Zhai disciples were pouring in.
Dongfang Shiming glanced at the direction that Lang Chenyan pointed, and then shook his head: "The dead are the most important. Let them be here. Their senior brother was buried earlier, which can be regarded as... the same sect."
Lang Chenyan could hear the pathos in Dongfang Shiming's words. Bai Rong's fellow practitioners especially had the opportunity to bury him after his death, but Dongfang Shiming could not even see Fu Yunge again.
The last reinforcements moved upon hearing the news and quickly returned to Xinhu Canyon from Qingyuan Mashi.
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In the desert town, the medical center was already more than half full on the second day. In order to save Fu Yunge's life, the old doctor and Poinsettia worked hard and finally found a way to try.
The two of them were leaning on the table at the same time, their excited eyes scanning the records in an old book back and forth.
It was a pharmacopoeia that specifically recorded the wonders of the world. Because it was rarely used, the old doctor put it on the bottom of the bookcase.
But now, it finally comes in handy.
