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Xing Jiu'An saw that she had been sticking to the little boy, and heard her voice calling each other softly.
It's brother Jiunan.
But... Who is Jiunan?
In the dream, Xing Jiuan frowned, trying to find the answer. But how could she find it so easily.
She seemed to be in trouble, trying to find a way out, but she couldn't escape.
Later, dreams changed gradually.
Once again back to the previous life.
Xing Jiuan is not a person who can put things down. Otherwise, she will not be felt as a changed person until now.
Mu Qing, they are also more and more cautious about her.
However, what she dreamed of this time was not the pain, but more like what happened after her death.
Xing Jiu'An's funeral was very grand and many people came.
They wore black clothes and white silk flowers on their chests.
Xing Jiuan seems to float among them and look at their pain, but no one can see her.
She was among them, but she was away from life and death with them.
She walked aimlessly. This was her funeral. She was a little curious.
It's raining outside. It's raining heavily. It seems like pouring water from the sky. It's clattering, heavy and depressed.
Like Xing Jiuan's funeral at this time.
Her funeral was held on her own estate.
It was on a mountain that Xing Jiu'An bought to provide for his master.
She looked at it and wondered if the master of the previous life had come to live here for some time?
She moved forward slowly. There were many people attending her funeral, many of whom she didn't know.
She listened as they said one name after another and remembered her identity one by one.
Further on, it's the center.
She took a deep breath and walked over.
Elder martial brothers, elder martial sisters, younger martial brothers and younger martial sisters, kneeling in front of Xing Jiu'An's tombstone, they are clearly the favored children of heaven. They are enviable everywhere, but they are depressed as if they have suffered the greatest pain in the world and lost all scenery.
Xing Jiu'An soon saw Mu Qing.
There was still some sadness in her heart.
Before he died, I didn't hear the elder martial brother say forgive.
Some... Are unwilling.
She leaned over carefully and looked at Mu Qing with her eyes open. The elder martial brother's eyes were very red. It seemed that he had not slept for a long time. His face was pale, gloomy and depressed. It seemed that he would collapse at some time.
Xing Jiu'An squats beside Mu Qing. Although she knows that Mu Qing can't touch her, can't hear her voice, and doesn't know that she is here, she still carefully separates a part of the distance, but doesn't make a sound.
"Elder martial brother, I'm sorry."
Apologize for all her willfulness.
A man came from the manor.
Xing Jiuan's ashes were buried in this manor, which was arranged by master.
Master Mingming is in good health. He can take Xing Jiu'An up the mountain and climb trees in his fifties. He can easily subdue a fierce wolf
Today's master, old and tired, seems to have lost his energy and spirit all at once.
Xing Jiu'An ran a few steps, stopped not far in front of her master, and knelt directly on the ground. She didn't report her kindness. She was very unfilial.
Master came out, and senior brothers and sisters came forward to help him.
The old man waved his hand away from them.
He went to Xing Jiu'An's tombstone and sat down slowly.
"What a stubborn temper. I'm just angry. You really think I don't want you. I don't go home for so long and don't come to master after being wronged..."
"If you don't say anything, who knows you've suffered."
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Xing Jiu'An saw that she had been sticking to the little boy, and heard her voice calling each other softly.
It's brother Jiunan.
But... Who is Jiunan?
In the dream, Xing Jiuan frowned, trying to find the answer. But how could she find it so easily.
She seemed to be in trouble, trying to find a way out, but she couldn't escape.
Later, dreams changed gradually.
Once again back to the previous life.
Xing Jiuan is not a person who can put things down. Otherwise, she will not be felt as a changed person until now.
Mu Qing, they are also more and more cautious about her.
However, what she dreamed of this time was not the pain, but more like what happened after her death.
Xing Jiu'An's funeral was very grand and many people came.
They wore black clothes and white silk flowers on their chests.
Xing Jiuan seems to float among them and look at their pain, but no one can see her.
She was among them, but she was away from life and death with them.
She walked aimlessly. This was her funeral. She was a little curious.
It's raining outside. It's raining heavily. It seems like pouring water from the sky. It's clattering, heavy and depressed.
Like Xing Jiuan's funeral at this time.
Her funeral was held on her own estate.
It was on a mountain that Xing Jiu'An bought to provide for his master.
She looked at it and wondered if the master of the previous life had come to live here for some time?
She moved forward slowly. There were many people attending her funeral, many of whom she didn't know.
She listened as they said one name after another and remembered her identity one by one.
Further on, it's the center.
She took a deep breath and walked over.
Elder martial brothers, elder martial sisters, younger martial brothers and younger martial sisters, kneeling in front of Xing Jiu'An's tombstone, they are clearly the favored children of heaven. They are enviable everywhere, but they are depressed as if they have suffered the greatest pain in the world and lost all scenery.
Xing Jiu'An soon saw Mu Qing.
There was still some sadness in her heart.
Before he died, I didn't hear the elder martial brother say forgive.
Some... Are unwilling.
She leaned over carefully and looked at Mu Qing with her eyes open. The elder martial brother's eyes were very red. It seemed that he had not slept for a long time. His face was pale, gloomy and depressed. It seemed that he would collapse at some time.
Xing Jiu'An squats beside Mu Qing. Although she knows that Mu Qing can't touch her, can't hear her voice, and doesn't know that she is here, she still carefully separates a part of the distance, but doesn't make a sound.
"Elder martial brother, I'm sorry."
Apologize for all her willfulness.
A man came from the manor.
Xing Jiuan's ashes were buried in this manor, which was arranged by master.
Master Mingming is in good health. He can take Xing Jiu'An up the mountain and climb trees in his fifties. He can easily subdue a fierce wolf
Today's master, old and tired, seems to have lost his energy and spirit all at once.
Xing Jiu'An ran a few steps, stopped not far in front of her master, and knelt directly on the ground. She didn't report her kindness. She was very unfilial.
Master came out, and senior brothers and sisters came forward to help him.
The old man waved his hand away from them.
He went to Xing Jiu'An's tombstone and sat down slowly.
"What a stubborn temper. I'm just angry. You really think I don't want you. I don't go home for so long and don't come to master after being wronged..."
"If you don't say anything, who knows you've suffered."
Xing Jiu'An saw that she had been sticking to the little boy, and heard her voice calling each other softly.It's brother Jiunan.But... Who is Jiunan?In the dream, Xing Jiuan frowned, trying to find the answer. But how could she find it so easily.She seemed to be in trouble, trying to find a way out, but she couldn't escape.Later, dreams changed gradually.Once again back to the previous life.Xing Jiuan is not a person who can put things down. Otherwise, she will not be felt as a changed person until now.Mu Qing, they are also more and more cautious about her.However, what she dreamed of this time was not the pain, but more like what happened after her death.Xing Jiu'An's funeral was very grand and many people came.They wore black clothes and white silk flowers on their chests.Xing Jiuan seems to float among them and look at their pain, but no one can see her.She was among them, but she was away from life and death with them.She walked aimlessly. This was her funeral. She was a little curious.It's raining outside. It's raining heavily. It seems like pouring water from the sky. It's clattering, heavy and depressed.Like Xing Jiuan's funeral at this time.Her funeral was held on her own estate.It was on a mountain that Xing Jiu'An bought to provide for his master.She looked at it and wondered if the master of the previous life had come to live here for some time?She moved forward slowly. There were many people attending her funeral, many of whom she didn't know.She listened as they said one name after another and remembered her identity one by one.Further on, it's the center.She took a deep breath and walked over.Elder martial brothers, elder martial sisters, younger martial brothers and younger martial sisters, kneeling in front of Xing Jiu'An's tombstone, they are clearly the favored children of heaven. They are enviable everywhere, but they are depressed as if they have suffered the greatest pain in the world and lost all scenery.Xing Jiu'An soon saw Mu Qing.There was still some sadness in her heart.Before he died, I didn't hear the elder martial brother say forgive.Some... Are unwilling.She leaned over carefully and looked at Mu Qing with her eyes open. The elder martial brother's eyes were very red. It seemed that he had not slept for a long time. His face was pale, gloomy and depressed. It seemed that he would collapse at some time.Xing Jiu'An squats beside Mu Qing. Although she knows that Mu Qing can't touch her, can't hear her voice, and doesn't know that she is here, she still carefully separates a part of the distance, but doesn't make a sound."Elder martial brother, I'm sorry."Apologize for all her willfulness.A man came from the manor.Xing Jiuan's ashes were buried in this manor, which was arranged by master.Master Mingming is in good health. He can take Xing Jiu'An up the mountain and climb trees in his fifties. He can easily subdue a fierce wolfToday's master, old and tired, seems to have lost his energy and spirit all at once.Xing Jiu'An ran a few steps, stopped not far in front of her master, and knelt directly on the ground. She didn't report her kindness. She was very unfilial.Master came out, and senior brothers and sisters came forward to help him.The old man waved his hand away from them.He went to Xing Jiu'An's tombstone and sat down slowly."What a stubborn temper. I'm just angry. You really think I don't want you. I don't go home for so long and don't come to master after being wronged...""If you don't say anything, who knows you've suffered."
