1210: C1210 I'm back

C1210 I'm back

I'm back

It had been five days since Long Bufan left Sky Hundred Sects Battlefield.

The Dongxuan, the rear hall of the Spirit Profound Martial House. There was a cemetery exclusive to the sect here, covering several hundred acres, and it was mainly used to bury the dead disciples and clan elders of the sect.

As for the tombs of the previous sect heads, they were buried in relatively hidden places, so very few people knew about them.

But on this day, in the early morning that was covered in white fog, in this desolate cemetery, there was a graceful figure standing in a dense mass of tombs. In the clear cold wind, he stood by himself.

She wore a light blue dress, and her impeccable appearance was completely out of place in this desolate place ?

The lady was Lin Shuanger.

In front of her was a grave tablet that had not been newly constructed. Although the lonely grave was not exactly grand, with only three inches of burial ground and a stone tablet standing tall, it was still considered to have been buried under the high etiquette of a direct disciple.

On the tombstone, there was a line of scarlet words: "Spirit Profound Martial House Inner Palace, direct disciple Long Bufan's Tomb. continent of the firmament, May 3, 1968.

It had already been half a year ?

Looking at the ice cold tombstone, although it was not Long Bufan's bones that were buried here, but the clothes he wore when he was alive, but at this moment, on Lin Shuanger's exquisite and perfect face, there was a hint of sadness, and it could not be removed.

"Rumble ~ ~ ~"

Suddenly, there was the sound of thunder in the sky. The lightning had torn apart the morning mist.

Hearing the thunder, Lin Shuanger raised her head, and looked at the gloomy sky in confusion.

In the past few days, the weather in Dongxuan had become a little worse. There were thick layers of gray clouds in the sky, and it was so gloomy that it could suffocate people.

Lin Shuanger just looked at the extremely dark sky, her slender figure didn't move for a long time, as though she was a beautiful sculpture.

"Wait for me to come back ?"

Lin Shuanger's mind resounded with the words before Long Bufan left. At this moment, endless bewilderment flooded into her heart, as if she had lost her soul. In her entire life, she had never been as sad, heartbroken, empty, and lonely as she was in the past six months ? And helplessness.

"Rumble ~ ~!"

The dark clouds in the sky became denser and denser, so heavy that it seemed as if they were about to fall down. At a certain moment, thunder once again sounded out and purplish-white lightning streaked across the sky.

The strong wind whistled as the rain got heavier and heavier. Eventually, it turned into a torrential downpour that rained down from the sky.

Lin Shuanger did not condense protective True Essence on the surface of her body, allowing the rain to wash over her delicate body.

Rain, is it raining?

Lin Shuanger stretched out her fair hands, as if she was in a trance. Drops of rain the size of beans fell on her body, and actually felt a slight pain.

The entire Spirit Profound Martial House was enveloped in this heavy rain curtain.

"You once said that you would walk in the rain with me if you had the chance. But now, when will it be realized?" Lin Shuanger stood alone, and muttered to the tombstone in front of him.

However, what responded to her was a cold tombstone.

Looking at the scarlet words on the tombstone that were washed away by the rain, Lin Shuanger laughed sinisterly. Her tears finally started flowing out of her eyes, mixing with the rain on her face and flowing down her body recklessly.

In the cold storm, Lin Shuanger was quickly drenched. Her thin clothes were sticking tightly to her body, outlining her graceful figure, which was faintly discernible in her bashfulness, but Lin Shuanger did not seem to be aware of it.

Because, at this moment, her longing for Long Bufan was so strong that it was impossible to dissolve.

When the entire Dongxuan was enveloped by the rain curtain, in the vast sky not far from the mountain peak where the Spirit Profound Martial House was located, a figure that was covered in dust tore apart the rain curtain and flew over like a bolt of lightning.0

This figure was none other than Long Bufan, who had travelled non-stop for five days straight.

"Boss, we're almost there!" Lil 'White who was lying on Long Bufan's shoulder suddenly stood up and pointed at the spectacular hall with his claws.

"There's finally a place to shelter from the rain." A helpless voice also came from the other shoulder of Long Bufan. It was precisely the Fire Phoenix that had transformed into a small fire bird.

Dragon Turtle slowed his body and looked into the distance. As he gazed at the large sect hall on the mountain peak a short distance away, a faint smile gradually spread on the young man's face.

Spirit Profound Martial House, Shuang'er ?

I, Long Bufan, am back!

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