Forced to become the top darling in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 68

The death of Patriarch Li was as effortless as crushing an ant, and he was reduced to dust in anger.

In the yard, apart from the [-]-meter-deep pit and the howling wind, the only traces he left in the world were the blood stains on Miao Lian's face.

Shen Zhen handed her the handkerchief, "Wipe it."

Miao Lian took the handkerchief with a slightly trembling hand, and hastily wiped off the blood stains on her face.

She saw a lot of dead people in the slave field. During a riot, she survived by hiding in a pile of corpses.

There is an indelible psychological shadow on death and blood.

"Ants who are overwhelmed."

Yan Shenzheng folded his arms with both hands, his straight back made people look as cold as a stone.

The life card of Patriarch Li placed by the Li family cracked.

The youngest daughter of the Li family saw the fluorescent light coming out of the broken life card and flew into the air like stars. At this time, she was only six years old and didn't know that it was a symbol of death, so she reached out her hand happily to grab it.

"Mother, look, there are stars!"

Mrs. Li hugged her, and the tears could not stop falling from her eyes.

"Mother, mother, why are you crying?" Li Yier stared at her big black eyes suspiciously, hesitated for a while, and gave her the candy in her hand, "Mother, eating candy will not hurt you." Crying, hooting... Yier will blow to you..."

With candy in his mouth, Li looked at her ignorant and pure eyes, hugged her in his arms, and couldn't stop crying.

The Li family now has three houses, and the eldest house is theirs. Now the pillars of the family and the eldest daughter have passed away, leaving only her who can't practice and her six-year-old daughter, how will they live in the future.

"Mother..." Li Yi'er didn't understand what happened, and patted her on the back lightly, "Mother, don't cry, Yi'er pats, wait for my sister to bring mother to Feifei..."

"Yi'er..." Mrs. Li wiped her tears, held up Li Yi'er's little face, and said with a smile, "Daddy and sister won't come back... They started today and went to far, far away places. A place where Yi'er can only go when she grows up."

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Ximen Yueguang sat on the eaves, looked at the cold moon hanging in the sky, raised the wine pot in boredom, and drank it down in one gulp.

There used to be three families in the capital city, and the children of the three families grew up together, played together, went to college together, and went out to hunt monsters together.

The relationship between the three families is like the moon and the stars, no one can be without the other.

I don't know when it started, the relationship gradually drifted away.

The Ah Zhen who came back from the dead was not Ah Zhen. The Shen family mansion was engulfed in a fire, and there was not even a piece of memorial tablet left in the ancestral hall.

Li Liner, who was as tenacious and bright as a lingxiaohua, died without a whole body.

How many strong men who stepped into the Mahayana stage of the Tengyun Realm, the cultivation realm they pursued on the path of cultivating immortals, also lost their lives in an instant.

Dad even failed to cross the tribulation during the Mahayana stage of the Tengyun Realm, and now the Yuanshen is still floating on the banks of the Sanchuan River.

The Ximen family, which used to be beautiful, is now huddled in the courtyard of the back mountain. The entire Ximen mansion is empty like a mansion with no one living in it.

"Uncle Li, let's go."

Pour a glass of wine and respect Patriarch Li.

Fortunately, he has a strong backer, so he no longer has to bow his knees to the temple, nor does he need to hand over [-] spirit stones to the temple every year.

Even if he is now an enemy of the temple, Ximen Yueguang has never regretted his decision.

He has witnessed countless broken bodies of young girls being buried in the spring water garden. The reason why the flowers there can bloom so well is that they are nourished by the flesh and blood of young girls.

(End of this chapter)