(PS: The previous chapter has been replaced, cough, cough, a bit late, brothers, refresh it.
Additionally, there's still some in this chapter, brothers, refresh around half past one in the morning.)
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In front of the Dragon Coffin, Lin Lu Lan Hua, who was usually elegant, intellectual, and quite a neat freak, seemed to forget the filthy and terrifying surroundings, ignoring the bloodstains and brains, and carefully picked up the one-armed Confucian Scholar with delicate movements, completely disregarding her own appearance.
It was like a mother nurturing an infant.
This scene fell silently into the eyes of the tall, thin old man.
Even the white-clad Mo Xia, who was calmly observing the surroundings, couldn't help but glance a few more times.
Zhu Yourong, with her back to the two, knelt on the ground, held him, lowered her head, and remained silent.
After carefully examining Zhao Rong, she breathed a long sigh of relief.
He still had a breath left.
