Chapter 1853: 3.299 Unbearable hatred

Chapter 1853 3.299 Unbearable Hatred
"We still need safety first."
"Ma'am, rest assured, our lives are not so easy to sacrifice."
"Yes, we still have to save our lives," said a girl with a round face around the age of nineteen, clenching her fists and biting her teeth.
Aunt Yi sighed, three years have passed, but the seeds of hatred, buried in the hearts of these young children, are growing stronger.
The past is gone, but grief is even worse.
Don't say that these disciples are bitter in heart, even if she is, she can't let go of the hatred in this heart.
Yang Xirong raised her eyes and looked out the window.
In the setting sun, pedestrians hurriedly shrouded in a halo of yellow clouds.
Three years ago, only 200 people were slaughtered by the 800 disciples of Shenshuizong, who fled here like dogs of a bereavement.
Most importantly, the Suizong lost their backbone.
The suzerain died, and the master sister and the three master sisters died.
When thinking of the youngest disciple, how could it hurt the face of the former residence of Shenshuizong, who was full of ruins, Yang Xirong couldn't help but stun it.
Nothing could be more wrong than not bringing the children together.
I don't know how she is doing now, it should be safe ...
"Master." The leading woman is the second sister's sister Yu Gui.
In that battle three years ago, Sanfeng's disciples were all dead and wounded, and the remaining disciples were few.
Yang Xirong smiled bitterly, poured a cup of tea, and nodded slightly, "It's okay for the teacher."
It's been so many years, but whenever I think about the fireworks on that day, the wine is bitter.
She had never thought of it anyway, and the happy gathering that night was a prelude to death.
"Uncle Er, are everyone else okay?" Chen Fengzi, a disciple of the third peak, could not help but asked softly.
"It's all very good." Yang Xirong nodded, looking at the six with regret, "In the beginning, in order to listen to the news, six of you were sent to Tianci College to study. These years have been gathering more and more, teachers and sisters Difficult to meet, will you blame me? "
The six shook their heads together.
They are well aware of their mission.
Even in the college, when the six met occasionally, they just nodded slightly and did not show how close they were.
As if they were just the most ordinary student in the college.
"Uncle Er Shi, rest assured, most of the other students in the college are very good. This time we went to Dai Zongshan with six other people. There will be a mentor to lead the team, and when they are in danger, they will be as soon as possible Those who left Yizongshan will not be involved in their lives. "The disciple named Jiang Qi was a disciple of First Peak.
In fact, the first disciples at that time basically stayed. Jiang Qi was only fourteen years old, and several other younger sisters and sisters were stunned by Murong Xun and taken away by Yang Xirong and others.
Among the three peaks, apart from Jiang Qi and Lu Ling sitting beside her, the disciples who survived the first peak definitely did not exceed ten fingers.
At that time, all disciples of the First Peak were almost stayed together with Master Murong Xun and Master Sister Xu Shanshan.
Jiang Qi wanted to come now, could not help but cry in silence.
About the end of my life, I could never find a master like Murong Xun.
"Come, drink a cup of tea instead of a cup of wine. The gathering is short, but as long as we all know that we are good with each other."
(End of this chapter)