Chapter 1689 Jealousy
Jin Zeyu stood aside and listened silently, without speaking.
In the past few days, he had heard too much crying and felt suffocated grief.
He would never forget that when he confirmed that Xi Yue had died, he felt at a loss and despair, as if the purpose of life that he had finally found had collapsed at this moment.
Everyone in the Desolate Medical Branch collapsed. They wept hysterically. They frantically dug Cangshan with their bare hands. They didn't believe that the amazing girl was really dead.
Everyone was crying. Shen Qingruo picked up Gu Liufeng's shattered mask outside Yanjing City.
The little princess of the Shen family knelt down in a pool of blood, crying heart-breakingly until she fainted and was taken away by Shen Sen.
This day and night in Yanjing, it only took a few hours to go from extreme joy to extreme sadness, but for them, it takes a lifetime to slowly forget and heal.
Master Xuanqing drank another glass of wine, suddenly sneered, and gritted his teeth: "The Lou family, the Qingteng clan, all right! You dare to kill my disciple, I want you to pay all your blood debts and blood!"
After speaking, without waiting for Jin Zeyu to reply, his figure quickly disappeared into the air.
Jin Zeyu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the pain in his eyes had been quietly concealed, and all of them turned into persistent determination.
He will become stronger, and everyone in their hospital branch will become stronger.
Because it is weak, it cannot be protected, so it can only be lost.
They will one day be strong enough to protect everything they cherish.
One day, they must recover today's blood debt from those high-ranking scumbags in the upper realm, tenfold and a hundredfold.
Xi Yue, you have a spirit in heaven, please be sure to bless us.
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There is a quaint palace on a remote island in mainland Siam.
At this time, the owner of the palace, a man wearing a purple-gold dragon pattern robe, was looking at a crystal ball with great interest.
In the crystal ball, a golden young dragon curled up, floated in it, and fell into a coma.
On the other side, is a projection floating in the void.
In the projection, the displayed scenes are constantly changing, there are fires burning, glaciers are thousands of miles away, grass and trees are in a hurry, and desert sands are also present.
And these scenes, which were originally damaged, are being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If Xiyue was here, she would definitely be able to recognize it at a glance. These changing scenes are exactly her Fenglongyu.
The Burning Heaven Realm and Cyanwood Realm, which had been severely damaged by the war and explosion, were being repaired little by little, and the surviving Zhenwei Army, Zhou Yanan and others were sleeping peacefully in the repaired Shuiyue Mirror.
The elegant man in the purple-gold robe glanced over the projection, and finally landed on the little dragon in the crystal ball, shaking his head as if in a funny way, "I didn't expect that the dignified golden flying dragon would be so emotional. time?"
"What kind of new master did you recognize to make you so determined. It made me a little jealous, the former master!"
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The ninth day of September is a day that people in Miluo Continent will never forget.
On this day, Miluo's strongest god of war, Nangong Yu, fell, and the talented young master of Shengdetang, Xiyue, disappeared.
Because of Xi Yue's death, the School of Divinity Medicine was completely reorganized. The people from the Desolate Medical Branch changed from the tail of the crane to the elite. Under the leadership of Jin Zeyu, they stood at the top of the School of Divinity Medicine.