“But…but…”

Qu Linglong reached out and stroked Yun Fei's hair: "For example, the stranger who took you to the hospital when you were sick. For example, the courier we met last year, aren't they good people?"

"Yes!" Yun Fei nodded.

"These good people will remember everything we have done. Believe in me, believe in this world, and believe in the people of Daxia who have been passed down for five thousand years. OK?" Qu Linglong asked with a smile.

These words made Yun Fei completely relieved. She lowered her head and stopped saying anything.

Qu Linglong said again: "No matter how far you go or wherever you are, I am your good sister. I will definitely take everyone and continue to live happily."

"I'm sorry, sister." Yun Fei whispered.

"It's okay, sister doesn't blame you. Take good care of everyone when I'm not here."

"yes!"

......

Jiangdong, No. 13 Mausoleum.

At this time, Fan Jin came to the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He found the one belonging to Wei Tianhe among the numerous tombstones and knelt down in front of the tombstone.

Fan Jin stretched out his hand and stroked the photo on the tombstone.

The old man in the photo is kind and stern.

Fan Jin couldn't help but think of his life.

He was born in a poor family, but he met Wei Tianhe and his life experienced ups and downs.

It has been several years since my sister was killed. Fan Jin has been unable to look back over the years, but he knows that he was sorry for his mentor.

"Old man, I, Fan Jin, I'm sorry for you!" Looking at the tombstone in front of him, Fan Jin covered his face with one hand.

He wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.

When Wei Tianhe died, he didn't even see him.

"My grandfather has never blamed you. He just hopes that you can get out of your sister's departure as soon as possible." Just as Fan Jin was kneeling, a voice came from behind him.

Wei Xinyi, wearing a long skirt, walked into the cemetery at some point.

Fan Jin quickly wiped his tears, turned his head and smiled, "Xinie, why are you here?"

Wei Xinyi handed Fan Jin a piece of paper: "No need to hide it, if you cry, I won't laugh at you."

As he said that, Wei Xinyi smiled and squatted down beside Fan Jin.

"I know you're leaving the day after tomorrow, and I'm sure you'll come to see my grandfather, so I've been waiting for you here for a long time, just wanting to talk to you." Wei Xinyi looked at Fan Jin.

"This time I went abroad, it may be even more dangerous than we thought. I have made full preparations. What is the result? It is hard to predict now."

"Just that lack of confidence? Do you don't believe in yourself? Or do you don't believe in the Dragon Prisoning Formation?" Wei Xinyi narrowed her eyes.

"None of them, Western martial arts cannot be underestimated. Over the years, they have trained many masters who have surpassed the limits, and this time they will definitely appear in the competition." Fan Jin said.

"Don't forget, you are descendants of Yan and Huang, descendants of the dragon, and have been passed down for five thousand years. Can you still beat the Western countries that have just been established for a hundred years?" Wei Xinyi asked back.

Fan Jin grinned after hearing this: "What you think is that we must have enough confidence in our culture."

"It's a good thing to be confident, but you must not be proud. Let's go and do it. When you come back from work, think about our Wei family?" Wei Xinyi patted Fan Jin's shoulder.

"It's okay, as long as you are happy, let me marry into the family!"

"Look at your virtue. If you want to marry into a marriage, I still look down on you." Wei Xinyi glared at Fan Jin.


Chapter completed!