Seeing the man in black attack, Chen Jiuliu shouted anxiously: "Yu Xiu, run quickly."

But Xiao Yuxiu lay in front of Grandma Xin's body, only immersed in grief, and was completely unaware of the danger.

Xiao Yuxiu didn't realize it, but Yu Qing realized the danger of his child.

He wanted to save someone, but the man in black took the opportunity to hit the sharp stone thorn. The stone thorn penetrated his body and blood spilled all over the floor.

But he didn't care at all, his eyes followed his children, dimming his eyes with full of regret and worry.

"Dad..." Chen Jiu's legs became weak, and he knelt on the ground and shouted loudly after Xiao Yuxiu.

Yu Qing couldn't hear it anymore. He was dead. He had not seen his child safe yet, nor had he had the chance to see him grow up again.

Chen Jiuliu looked at the man nailed to the stone wall in pain, and a sharp wind passed through his body and kicked Yu Xiu hard. The powerful palm wind hit Xiao Yu Xiu straight.

If this palm continues, Xiao Yuxiu will definitely die.

But Chen Jiuliu knew that Yu Xiu could not die because he was still alive.

At this critical moment of life and death, how did he survive back then?

Before Chen Jiuluo could think clearly, a thin body suddenly blocked Xiao Yu's cultivator and blocked the fatal blow for him.

"Xiaoxian..." Chen Jiuliu's eyes suddenly widened, and he clenched his fists tightly, and his lips were bitten out of blood.

He only knew that he would not die, but he didn't know why he didn't die under such a powerful attack.

It turned out that it turned out that it was Xiaoxian who blocked this fatal blow for him. How old was Xiaoxian at that time? How could her body withstand it?

Xiaoxian is likely to die...

When I thought of this possibility, Chen Jiuliu's emotions couldn't help but collapse.

Chen Jiuliu had forgotten that Rong Xian had grown up well, and at this moment, he only had the dazzling red blood color in his eyes.

The little girl lay on Xiao Yuxiu and vomited blood, burning her long-lived heart.

"Yu Xiu, I won't die, I've been there all the time. Yu Xiu, you promise me that if I'm not here, you must live well. You must also protect these two stone dolls. Yu Xiu, live, and live."

Those sounds of living made Chen Jiuliu cry and shed tears.

For more than ten years, the scenes of the sounds of the dreams that are sober and the scenes in front of them have gradually become clearer.

That's Xiaoxian, it's always been Xiaoxian.

On the verge of death, Xiaoxian's only wish was to let him survive, and he never thought of himself.

Chen Jiuliu covered his eyes and tears finally fell.

Xiaoxian, Xiaoxian...

All the complicated thoughts are transformed into two words: Xiaoxian.

The little girl couldn't hear him. She was covered in blood. She turned her head and looked at the man in black with a pale face. She forced her broken body to grab the dagger on the ground, as if she wanted to stop the man in black tightly so that the man in black would not hurt Xiao Yu Xiu in slightest.

"Xiaoxian, don't move, someone will definitely come to save you, you will definitely." Chen Jiuliu squatted beside the little girl, shouting anxiously with red eyes.

The little girl's body was severely damaged. If she moved at will or angered the man in black, Chen Jiuliu could not imagine what would happen next.

But the little girl still stubbornly crawled towards the man in black. Before she could climb far away, her hand drooped weakly. She looked back at Xiao Yuxiu and looked dimly, as if she was anxious, and she seemed to be blaming herself. Then her eyes closed gently and did not open again.

"Xiaoxian, Xiaoxian..." Chen Jiuliu wanted to go forward and pick up the little girl, want to see if she was still breathing, and want to put all the healing pills in her arms into her mouth... but every time he passed through the little girl's body.

The powerless and desperate feeling surged into his heart instantly. Yes, he couldn't change anything, so he could only watch it, because it was just a memory.

There was a loud "boom" sound, and the sword tomb rioted.

Countless sword energy penetrated Chen's long-lived body and drove away the uninvited guests inside.

Until a familiar figure came here, the man seemed to have not seen the little girl, and directly reached out to pick up Xiao Yuxiu, and then turned around and left without any stagnation.

"Master, don't leave, and Xiaoxian, Xiaoxian is still alive..." Chen Jiuliu had red eyes and wanted to hold the girl's hand tightly, but in vain.

Seeing this person leave, Chen Jiuliu shouted in grief: "Master, please don't leave. Please save Xiaoxian, save Xiaoxian. She is still alive, still alive..."

Xiaoxian can't stay here, she is still injured, and there is a man in black here...

But the man couldn't hear his shouting, and hugged Xiao Yuxiu and flew away from the sword tomb quickly. He was like a marionette, wherever Xiao Yuxiu was.

Chen Jiuliu was passively floating behind Xiao Yuxiu, staring at Jianzhong, feeling as if his heart was tightly held.

His Xiaoxian was still alone in the danger of danger. His little sister-in-law would probably die there. As long as he thought about this, he would be suffocated.

Until he was led out of the village, tears rolled down his eyes.

Xiaoxian, Xiaoxian...

As soon as he walked out of the village, the master suddenly stopped.

Chen Jiuliu was happy, wiped away his tears, and quickly looked in the direction of Jianzhong and shouted: "Master, go and save Xiaoxian, she is still inside, she is still there."

But the man obviously couldn't hear what he said, and the raging firelight reflected in his eyes. It turned out that the sword tomb had started to burn at some point.

Such a big fire cannot even get close to it. How can Xiaoxian survive? Even if she is not severely injured and dies, she is likely to be burned to death in the fire.

Chen Jiuliu looked desperate, and he just felt that he was going crazy, crazy!

He was rescued by his master and fled to heaven, but Xiaoxian's life and death were unknown.

Chen Jiuliu felt that the whole world was dark and there was no hope anymore.

He could only stand there and shout heartbrokenly: "Xiaoxian, Xiaoxian..."

Suddenly, Chen Jiuliu opened his eyes and his face was covered with tears.

"Young Master, are you awake? Why are you crying?" Fan He put down the medicine bowl. He was very happy to see the young master wake up, but looking at the young master's aura of silence and despair all over his body, the tears on her face made her cautiously afraid to speak loudly.

What's wrong with this? Why is it like a person who died in a coma?

Chen Jiu was subconsciously touching the medicine stone doll on his chest, and the purse embroidered with fir tree flowers was old, but the blood on it was still there.

Chen Jiuliu remembered it very clearly. The pain and despair that the scorching blood sprayed on his heart was Xiaoxian's blood, and Xiaoxian exchanged his life for him to survive.

It was the past he had forgotten, and it was the person he patted his chest countless times and said he wanted to protect him.

But that man protected him and lived again and again, leaving death and suffering to himself.

Xiaoxian...
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