No one can be a dog licker

Chapter 212 Death of Sun Yinghong

Bean-sized raindrops fell without warning from the blue sky, abrupt and sad, as if the heaven and earth were silently confessing the sorrow from their deep hearts.

The sun was gently shining on the earth one moment, covering everything with a golden veil, but in the blink of an eye, dark clouds came like a tide, swallowing up the blue without a trace.

Qi Minghui stood on the top of the bell tower with a solemn expression, his eyes cast towards southern Sichuan, as if he could travel thousands of miles and take in everything.

"It seems that I have something to do again..."

"You are so open-minded about your brother's death."

Wu Shuangcheng had quietly stood beside Qi Minghui without him noticing. He was also looking into the distance, and occasionally a low cough could be heard from him. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured again.

However, Qi Minghui's face did not show any ripples, as if he had long been accustomed to this kind of scene. He just waved his hand and attached his energy to Wu Shuangcheng, so that the raindrops could not touch him at all.

"Who among us is not on the brink of life and death? Can you guarantee that you will be able to see the sun tomorrow?"

Facing Qi Minghui's questioning, Wu Shuangcheng did not respond immediately. Instead, he remained silent for a moment and then continued, "The Sun family may be in trouble."

Hearing this, Qi Minghui couldn't help but ask, "Oh? Then what are you going to do? Can you just sit back and do nothing?"

"Okay, okay, people outside say I'm a fox, but that's because they haven't met you!" Wu Shuangcheng shook his head helplessly and made a teasing sound, as if he wanted to break the depressing atmosphere here.

But then, his expression gradually became solemn, and his tone was filled with reluctance as he looked at the freshmen gathered on the training ground.

"This class of freshmen is pretty good. If we give them more time, they will definitely be able to..."

"What can I do? Luck is also a kind of strength. The two entrances to the North Abyss are in turmoil because of the death of my senior brother. Do you and I have time? Hmm?"

On the training ground, ten instructors, led by Liu Xiangyang, were distributing Qi and Blood Pills to the people who were just taking theoretical classes.

The teachers from 'Stars' and 'Forge Academy' were distributing protective gear and weapons to everyone.

Next, all of their freshmen would have to enter the Blood Forest, even the five people who had the most serious injuries and had not yet fully recovered: Yuan Que, Gu Can, Wu Zhuangguang, Xiao Miannian, and Xiang Yu.

“Rank one and two warriors, stand a hundred meters apart, and clear all the vicious beasts from the Blood Forest to the New Territory.

The third rank warriors, in groups of five, entered the new territory.

Fourth-rank warriors, in groups of three, entered the middle realm.

Fifth-rank warriors, in groups of two, enter the old world.

In this operation, hunting points will be doubled, and anyone who comes back alive will be rewarded. You can escape, but those who betray your teammates will be killed.

Until the rain stops, until the sky clears, students of the God of War, there is no retreat in the fight!"

Bu Heiye stood in the front row of the class. Thinking of Wu Baitian who was in the middle world at this moment, he felt uneasy. Mei Feng patted Bu Heiye's shoulder and said nothing, as if there was no need to say anything.

The two looked at each other, and saw urgency and weakness in each other's eyes. They were too weak.

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"Aren't you the King of Medicine? You claim to be able to cure all diseases in the world, so you are worthy of being called the King of Medicine! Bah!"

Sun Chenghong used all his strength and crawled to his brother's side with difficulty.

The wounds all over his body were like cracks after a volcanic eruption, constantly overflowing with red-gold blood, dyeing everything around him shockingly.

At this moment, Sun Chengkong's eyes were wide open, and flames seemed to be spewing out of his eye sockets. There was only grief, anger and despair flowing freely in his eyes.

He stared at his brother, whose body was only a broken body, and shouted hoarsely, "Why? Why is it like this? Mu Caozhi! I said I would use my flesh and blood to save him. Are you deaf?

I would have given anything for him to live. Why? Why did he still die? "

Sun Chenghong stroked the cold face with shaking hands, tears and blood mixed together, blurring his vision. "Obviously our Sun family has done enough, obviously we have done enough...

Dad died in the war, my eldest brother died in the war, and now my second brother is gone too...

Why? Why in the end, I am the only one left, a loser, to survive?"

The silver needles made of wood grass lightly tapped Sun Chengkong's body. Each needle contained subtle power, as if having a delicate conversation with his vitality.

As the silver needles danced, Sun Chengkong's face, which was originally distorted with pain, gradually relaxed, until he finally fell into a deep sleep.

Mu Cao Zhi Cai carefully began to wrap his body again, his movements gentle and focused, as if he was treating a fragile work of art.

Everyone knows that the only way for a ninth-grade grandmaster warrior to go is to practice on his own, but few people know that this power can also be passed down.

When Mu Caozhi, Ye Jianqiu and Yan Chunqiu found the two brothers Sun Yinghong at the entrance of the abyss, Sun Chenghong's body was also incomplete, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, as if it would dissipate at any time.

It was Sun Yingkong who exhausted the last bit of his own blood and energy, and used his own flesh and blood to feed Sun Chengkong drop by drop, which allowed Sun Chengkong to wait for rescue.

"Xiao Mu, my brother is the youngest in the family. If he wakes up and speaks without restraint, please don't be surprised."

"As long as he can survive, it's worth it for me to do anything."

Sun Yinghong's voice echoed in Mu Caozhi's mind. Those were the words he said while feeding his younger brother, full of endless tenderness and determination.

"'Demon Slayer' is in Zhu Yan's hands. If you want to take it back, don't give it to this kid. My Sun family doesn't owe the world anything, and we have no regrets. Do you understand?"

Sun Yingkong lay on his back on the ground, his hollow eye sockets seemed to be able to see through everything, and he faced Yan Chunqiu directly. Even at the moment of death, he still had an endless murderous aura around him, making the surrounding monsters dare not approach.

Yan Chunqiu looked at Sun Yinghong quietly, and a trace of pain and reluctance flashed in his eyes. He understood what Sun Yinghong meant, that no one from the Sun family would guard Diyuan anymore.

"That's enough." Even though he knew Sun Yinghong couldn't see, Yan Chunqiu still nodded solemnly. Hearing Yan Chunqiu's words, Sun Yinghong finally showed a relieved smile on his face.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if he had let go of the last worry in his heart. His breath gradually became weaker until it disappeared.

The person who was traveling with him stood in front of Sun Yinghong, saluted respectfully, and then said threateningly: "Principal Yan, you'd better keep your promise, otherwise the Southern Sichuan Army might..."

"I will do what I say. Girl Ye, instead of lamenting here, why don't you think about how to deal with the riot that is about to happen in the abyss?"

Yan Chunqiu looked at her with a mocking expression and continued, "The death of a ninth-rank master will cause considerable turmoil. My old bones are no match for you young people, right?"