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Chapter 809 Sending off Mr. Rong
Rong Jin left.

At the moment when Rong Jin died, the sun slid down from the sky and fell on the window lattice of the house. The afterglow of the setting sun flowed into the house like a clear spring in a mountain stream, and covered Rong Jin's body like a gauze, making Rong Jin pale His complexion returned to its former glory.

Rong Jin walked very peacefully and calmly.

Wanyan sat on the ground holding Rong Jin's body, not letting go for a long time.

During this period, Wanyan's mind and heart were empty, she didn't think about anything, she didn't dare to think about anything.She just wanted to keep the last warmth from Rong Jin.

Wanyan knew that with the departure of this temperature, there would no longer be the most gentle Ying Long in the world.

No one called the baby softly any more.

Perhaps it was because Rong Jin had half of Wanyan's blood on her body.As soon as Rong Jin left, Wanyan felt that she was also half dead.

If it's possible, Wanyan really wants to hug Rong Jin and sit in the sunset forever.

But the sunset will eventually set, Rong Jin will leave eventually, and what Wanyan wants will be difficult to achieve after all.

With a loud bang, the iron gate was still broken open after repeated violent bombardments.

This iron gate has been gracefully and exquisitely designed. Not only is it very strong in itself, but when the determination is poured into it, its hardness will be multiplied, reaching an extremely terrifying level of firmness.

When designing the gate, Wanyu took Jing Shijialan as the imaginary enemy. After many modifications and improvements, she finally estimated that the gate was Jing Shijialan, and it would have to be blocked for at least half an hour. without injury.

However, at this moment, less than two quarters of an hour had passed since the gate fell.

Hearing the loud noise, Wanyan, who had already lost her soul, looked up stupidly, and saw Jing Shijialan striding in through the gap in the pierced gate.

Before Wanyan could see her face clearly, she saw Jing Shijialan's bloody right shoulder at a glance, which was the imprint of him holding the iron gate of tens of thousands of catties.

Beneath the smashed flesh and blood, the white bones are clearly visible.

The wound was like a spring, and blood was still gushing out. On Jing Shijialan's shoulder, it seemed to be wearing a bloody tassel.

Wanyan knew at a glance that Jing Shijialan didn't spend even a second to deal with her own wounds, but kept breaking through the iron gate.

After the shocking wound, Wanyan realized that perhaps because of the wound, Jing Shijialan had already thrown away the black cloak.

Without the wide cloak to hide all the physical signs of Jing Shijialan, Jing Shijialan's body is like a bamboo that has broken through the ground, extraordinarily tall and straight.

Wanyan glanced at Jing Shijialan at first, and was about to look away.However, when she saw Jing Shijialan, she was slightly taken aback.

Every time Wanyan saw Jing Shijialan before, he was wearing the white clothes of Tianxuan Palace, which was spacious and holy; half of his hair was pulled up with a jade hairpin, and the other half of the black silk was hanging on his shoulders.

That kind of pure Shakyamuni is floating, bright and bright, with a celestial aura, which makes people know that he is a detached god at a glance.

However, today, perhaps because Jing Shijialan did not inform the temple and brought his own soldiers, he did not wear white clothes, but a black robe.

The clothes were restrained by a collar and a belt, outlining Jing Shijialan's figure, and his hair was tied up high by a silver crown, making him look lean and upright, and the black color set off his red lips and skin white , pupils like ink.

(End of this chapter)