Jiang Lian was silent.

The water ghost incident is essentially like an accident. When the wrong medicine was collectively used, the medicine had been taken and could not be vomited out. Some people died early, some people survived, some people started the death, and some people ended the death, which lasted the time, and were all the same group of victims.

Meng Qianzi didn't say anything anymore. As if to distract herself, she began to collect the pages on the ground.

She heard her voice, as if it was soft in her ears: "But who will tell Zong Hang?"

Jing Rusi saw that she was in a bad mood: "Qianzi, please help others, don't be too involved in your relationship. I also know about the matter of the Water Ghost Family. The group of people who had the accident had almost died. If they died, they would only die one or two more, and there would be no more losses. They actually knew it and asked us for help, just to ask for an understanding."

Meng Qianzi looked up at her: "What does it mean to be 'just one or two more deaths'? Even if there are only one or two, those who love and care about them will be sad."

A flower fades, the mountain doesn’t know, the mountain doesn’t care, but the flower next to the flower will care.

Jiang Lian reached out and seemed to want to hold her. Meng Qianzi avoided it and smiled and said, "I'm fine."

While speaking, I didn't notice that a line of tears slid across my cheeks and dripped onto the finished paper with a click.

She looked down and looked.

It turned out that the top picture was the roadmap of Jiang Lian's painting. No one had time or had to look at it. Tears were dripping on the upper half of the paper page, and a few words were sliced ​​between the wet tears.

Kunlun Ladder.
Chapter completed!