"The old way is incompetent, and I would like to ask you to change your sorrow and change." A master nodded to several people, and turned to leave.

Zhu Zhimeng stopped a master: "Master, think about it, is there any other way?"

"I don't know the outside world, but it's impossible to have exile in the street." A master said with certainty, "If it is true, every exile memorial service will not kill so many people. No one can follow the exile curse. Contestable."

Ye Nongying came back to her senses, and took two steps forward: "But she is different, isn't she a body guard with the holy light? I should be able to think of a way!"

A master shook his head, "She made too many mistakes, and she has a lot of merit, so she didn't die immediately, and she didn't punish her to attend the memorial ceremony. This is the greatest kindness to her."

The Lord Fang heard it out, and the words of a master and the previous Mr. Xian met unexpectedly.

Ye Nongying heard it too, her heart swishing cold, her hands and feet cold.

"Farewell to the old way."

A master nodded and moved away.

The Lord Fang had to send someone to send a master back.

"Let's go back too." Zhu Zhifeng glanced at his brother blankly.

Zhu Zhimeng's face was ugly, and he looked at Duanmu Yawang blankly, as if he hadn't heard his elder brother's words at all.

Zhu Zhifeng frowned, but didn't say anything.

There was a brief silence in the room.

Fang Zhu looked at the brothers from the family, and gave a faint order to expel guests: "Master of the family, this is South Street. When you people on West Street are in exile, it seems that it is not suitable to stay here for too long."

"I know."

Zhuzhifeng see Zhuzhimeng cares about Duanmu Yawang so much, he ponders, and asks: "Can we take Miss Duanmu back to South Street? She is the benefactor of Zhimeng, and we have the moral to deal with her funeral."

"I'm afraid it won't work." The host said in a strong tone: "Miss Duanmu is also kind to us, since she is in our house now, at this time, we naturally can't let her be affected by the bumps."

Follow all the stories.

He can only say to his brother: "Dream, gone."

Zhu Zhimeng returned to his senses in a daze, he naturally knew the rules, but, "Master Fang, after the memorial ceremony, I want to see her again, okay?"

Look at it again, it's the last look.

The Lord Fang naturally couldn't say anything to refuse, "Naturally."

"thanks."

Zhu Zhimeng glanced at Duanmu Yawang, and said to Zhuzhi Feng: "Brother, let's go."

"good."

Brothers by family left, and Fang Ruoxing, Fang Zhushang, Xiao Wuzheng, and Ye Nongying were left in the room.

Of course, there is also the little white deer who has been tapped on the acupuncture points and is not awake.

Fang Ruoxing kept red eyes and weeping, she still couldn't believe that Duanmu Yawang would die, "Daddy, Miss Duanmu has always been breathing, her face is ruddy, she can definitely be saved, is she really giving up like this?"

"We don't want to give up either." Xiao Wuzheng said softly, "No one wants to give up." It's just that it's already this hour, there really is no way.

"But it hasn't come to the memorial ceremony yet, what if she still breathes after the memorial ceremony?" She felt that Wu Kun was not good at being an old Mr. Xian or a master, and there was nothing to do!

"Xing'er, don't worry, we will definitely start to make final conclusions and prepare for the matter after the exile ceremony."

If Duanmu Yawang's memorial ceremony and breathing are naturally good, she is afraid that when the memorial ceremony begins, she will not breathe.

Regardless of Mr. Xian or a master, neither of them would speak arrogantly.

It certainly makes sense.

"Well, I have to wait until the memorial ceremony is over." Although Fang Ruoxing said so, he still felt uncomfortable, covering his face with a handkerchief and crying hard.

Fang Zhushang sighed, stepped forward to hug her, and patted her back.

It took a moment for Fang Ruoxing to calm down. Seeing that Xiao Bailu had been asleep, he asked the Lord Fang, "Do you want to wake him up?" He didn't know anything, it was cruel.

Fang Zhu shook his head: "I'm afraid that he will cry like this again, and he will break his body. Moreover, the child has limited ability to bear it. Don't let him wake up first, and talk about it slowly."

"Um."

Fang Zhu looked at everyone and said: "Everyone, go back and rest, tomorrow..."

He didn't say the rest, but everyone knew what he meant.

Ye Nongying didn't want to go: "I'll sit here, you can go back."

Fang Ruoxing also said: "Me too..."

"You can't." Fang Zhu said without a doubt: "You want to rest."

"but……"

"Or do you want me to tap your acupuncture points too?"

Fang Ruoxing stopped talking, his eyes were red, and he bit his lip and left.

Xiao Wuzheng didn't dare to persuade Ye Nong Ying, so he had to go with her, and when he saw that Fang Zhu was also gone, he followed.

The faces of both of them were very heavy.

It was silent for a while.

Master Fang: "There are many things to be dealt with in the memorial ceremony, and there are people who have to deal with the funeral of Miss Duanmu. Can you help?"

"Yeah." Xiao Wuzheng sighed and discussed: "Let's wait after the exile ceremony."

"Are you waiting for a miracle?"

"Are you not waiting?"

"Wait."

"Sometimes, I think she is a miracle in her own right. She is a black-eyed person who has lived until now, and she is superb and can be called omnipotent. She always feels that she will not be so gone. I brought her to the street of exile, if she really It’s gone, I don’t know how long it will take for the guilt to be relieved."

Xiao Wuzheng smiled bitterly when he said that.

Fang Zhuo said nothing.

Men and women express their grief in different ways. It is not that they are indifferent, but that they have heavier responsibilities on their shoulders.

Almost no one can sleep this night.

After dawn, it was the exile ceremony.

When it was more than an hour before dawn, Fang Ruoxing, who hadn't slept all night, couldn't help but get up from the bed, dressed so that the next person sent him to Duanmu Yawang's room.

When she arrived, she found that Fang Zhushang and Xiao Wuzheng were also there.

Ye Nongying never left.

However, the faces of several people were very solemn.

"Daddy?"

Fang Ruoxing's heart was chilly, and he asked softly: "What, what's wrong?"

The corner of Fang Zhu's upper lip twitched, "Miss Duanmu's breathing has weakened."

Fang Ruoxing took a breath, looked towards Duanmuya, and saw that her face was also a little pale, "Isn't that euthanasia, why did she breathe weaker?"

Fang Zhu said softly: "But there is no pain on her face." Still very peaceful.

Euthanasia is also death, and breathing cannot be maintained forever.

However, this is a sign of death.

It is estimated that it will not last a quarter of an hour.

Fang Ruoxing heard what Fang said, and didn't know whether he should be relieved or distressed.

Xiao Wuzheng and Fang Zhu looked at each other, and both of them smiled bitterly.

The miracle they were waiting for did not appear.

The two spoke from their hearts, and the Lord Fang said: "I'm going to do the memorial ceremony. Here you stay and take a look. As for the funeral..."

Xiao Wu scrambled and said, "Leave this to me. After the memorial ceremony, I'll make sure...say it. In case it's true... I don't think she is suitable for being buried here. There is no need to go to the funeral. The shadows know where she lives. , I still have to send her back."

"Can."

Exile Street is not a good place after all, and Lord Fang doesn't want Duanmu Yawang to stay here after his death.

"Um."

Fang Zhushang nodded, took a look at Duanmu Yawang, and then said to everyone: "I'm going to do some work, everyone..."

The words hadn't fallen yet, and suddenly for some reason, the sky began to shake!

"What's the matter, is there an earthquake?"

"what!"

Fang Ruoxing almost fell from the ruin.

Fang's upper body opened up, and he barely stabilized himself, lifted his daughter away from the ground.

Others also lifted off the ground.

However, the shaking continued.

There was something oppressed on his head.

That was a very powerful force. Whether it was Fang Zhushang or Xiao Wuzheng, both of them changed their faces, and Ye Nongying's eyes were darkened, and the one who couldn't get enough strength had to fall off.

"Shadow!"

Xiao Wuzheng's eyes were quick and quick, he dragged her into his arms, and at the same time turned his head and shouted, "This can't be an earthquake! What the **** is it?"

Fang Zhushang hadn't spoken yet, but the steward came in with blood on his face, "Lord, Lord, someone wants to break the Tianzhu!"

"Broken Tianzhu?"

Fang Zhushang's face suddenly changed, "Impossible, no one in this world has the ability to break the pillar of heaven!"

"Really!" Guan Shi looked horrified, "The four major Tianzhu alarms have been completely cut off, and they can no longer be supported!"