Subian Kings Canyon

Chapter 1499 How much do you know about flowers falling in dreams (37)

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief and looked up at Yan Huan in disbelief. It was almost noon, and the sun was shining brightly and dazzlingly, shining on her body. For the first time, a little reluctance and helplessness appeared on her enchanting and charming face.

She straightened her back, as always domineering and disdainful, born as a woman, with such a soft appearance and figure, she should be a flowering vine clinging to the green tree, but she is like a pine and cypress standing in the cold wind and snow, proud and independent , don't bow down for it.

Even though, she knew what a powerful enemy she was facing this time, even though, she knew that this time she was going to die without ever returning.

And she, at this critical juncture, still considered their wishes and did not force them to follow her to fight against the Kongyuan faction.

When they first started to enter the sect, everyone swore that since they became disciples of the Xuanying sect, they would always protect the sect until the last moment of their lives.

The senior sister is strict and domineering, but the senior sister is also kind and warm, and the senior sister didn't let them die with her.

Someone gritted their teeth and cried softly.

The Xuanying faction is about to perish today.

The fellow disciples who used to get along day and night and make jokes can no longer practice martial arts and play carefree like before.

It is also possible that some people will die today.

It's one thing to play and joke heartlessly, but when we are really in this crisis and have to face such a serious matter, no one can say anything, and we have to leave selfishly.

Those who do not fight are cowards.

Fighting, even if you die, you are worthy of the Xuanying School, worthy of your oath, and even more worthy of yourself.

There were slight but solemn footsteps in the crowd.

They silently walked to Yan Huan's side, some were weeping with their heads down, some clenched their fists and made up their minds, some hesitated, but they gritted their teeth and forced themselves to come over.

One after another, all the people, some of them quite a few, stood by Yan Huan's side.

No one was a deserter.

No one is willing to abandon the same sect, abandon the Xuanying School, and live by themselves.

Including the disciple who was slapped by her in the morning and almost lost control of strangling him to death.

On the left side of his face, Yan Huan's five fingerprints could still be clearly seen. He stood at the outermost part of the crowd in a bit of embarrassment, looking down to see his expression.

Yan Huan walked to his side, raised her hand to pat his shoulder, clasped his immature shoulder blades, and spoke very solemnly.

"Sorry, I slapped you in a fit of anger in the morning, I hope you can forgive me, sorry."

This is the first time for everyone to hear the big sister apologize to others, so serious and earnest.

Everyone stood there blankly, especially the little disciple, who looked at Yan Huan in disbelief with petrified eyes.

Yan Huan looked at the people carefully, and remembered their faces and names silently in her heart.

Disciples of the Xuanying Sect.

Her younger brothers and younger sisters.

She never gave up, these immature young people who will be buried with her on the top of Xuanying Mountain, they are all worthy of being firmly remembered in her heart.

She held back her tears, her chest was filled with soreness and pain, and her whole body ached from depression. She pursed her lower lip, her voice trembling slightly.

"You are all good disciples of the Xuanying Sect. You are not afraid of life and death, just for your oath, no matter whether you win or lose this battle, we have already won."

"Don't be afraid of being alone, Senior Sister will always be with you until the end, regardless of life or death!"

(End of this chapter)