The Most Generous Master Ever

"My God, what did we do wrong, why did you do this to us?"

In the territory of Liyang, there was a constant mourning, and the people of Liyang, who were struggling to support in the suffering, only left despair in their eyes.

Seeing that the hole on the top of the head is getting bigger and bigger, the sky is filled with water, and most of the land has been submerged. They have no idea what they have done wrong, why God did this to them.

Under this catastrophe, countless unjust deaths have been lost, and countless families are on the verge of extinction.

Such a scene of **** on earth fell into the eyes of all the disciples of the Xianjia Holy Land, and there was only helplessness and anger in their hearts.

"Ugh……"

With a sigh, Liu Qingfeng leaned weakly on a big tree and sighed loudly.

In the past few months, he has led tens of thousands of Butian Sect disciples to the disaster area, saving countless innocent people.

However, many people still lost their lives in Tianshui and were ruthlessly taken away.

Seeing his sad and indignant appearance, Qi Hao shook his head and walked up, saying: "Elder Senior Brother, you have done your best, don't blame yourself, everything you do, we all see it, and the people of Liyang see it. You are our best role model."

"Let's go, a few months ago, the head teacher has already issued a decree, let us return to Qinchuan as soon as possible."

"The weirdness strikes again. In just a few months, several of our teams have been attacked in a row, with heavy casualties."

"If this delay continues, I am afraid that the entire army will be wiped out."

After listening to Qi Hao's persuasion, Liu Qingfeng just sighed helplessly.

How could he not understand this truth, but... Looking at these innocent people, he was always soft-hearted and didn't want to leave these innocent people behind.

A hundred days in the world, a hundred wastes to be revived.

On top of the wilderness, many innocent souls have been added.

Looking back at the people below who were looking forward to it and crying bitterly, Liu Qingfeng eased his breath.

"Walk!"

Finally, he made up his mind to return to Qinchuan with the last group of survivors.

At this time, on Zixia Peak.

In the early morning, the first ray of light entered the room from the window and shone on Lin Qingzhu's face.

After a few months of deep sleep, she opened her eyes for the first time, sat up from the bed with difficulty, looked through the window, and looked at the gray sky outside the mountain, where the sky water kept pouring.

There is a strong sense of loss in the heart, and the eyes are full of confusion.

"I... how long have you been sleeping?"

The sight that greeted her made her have to question herself, how long has she slept?

Is this still the world she is familiar with?

Pushing open the door, Lin Qingzhu dragged his weak body and walked out of the room.

Looking up and down the entire Zixia Peak, it was deserted and lifeless.

Feeling uneasy in his heart, Lin Qingzhu hurriedly walked towards the main hall, where there was no one in the hall.

"Master, Wan'er..."

Calling silently in his mouth, Lin Qingzhu didn't know what happened, why were Shizun and Wan'er not here, where did they go?

The incomparable loss in my heart, the uneasiness in my heart, became stronger and stronger.

Just when she was confused, a surprised and unexpected voice came from behind.

"Sister..."

When Lin Qingzhu heard this familiar voice, he turned his head sharply, a fiery red figure rushed towards him quickly and plunged directly into her arms. …

"Senior sister, you finally woke up..."

Looking at the revived senior sister, Zhao Wan'er, who had endured months of loneliness, burst into tears, and the grievances in her heart seemed to have found someone who could tell her.

Hundreds of days in the world, the catastrophe below the mountain continues, and the days on the mountain are equally torturous.

The master went out, the mistress retreated, and the senior sister fell asleep. These past 100 days have had a huge impact on Zhao Wan'er's mind.

She didn't know what to do or what she could do.

You can only practice every day and live like a year.

Gently stroking the junior sister in his arms, Lin Qingzhu asked softly, "Wan'er, how long have I slept this time?