Chapter 237 (1/2)

In the cloud like sky, rows of white cranes fly through the clouds. Below are mountains, green mountains and waters, full of aura, clouds and fog, just like fairyland. There are many palaces in and out of the mountains.

This is one of the three major gates of Tianxing Empire, xuanlingzong. The strongmen in the sect are like clouds. It is the holy land that many warriors of Tianxing Empire dream to join.

Xuanlingzong, Chang Qianqian's boudoir, guards two xuanlingzong's disciples outside the gate. Seeing the breath of xuanlingzong's body, he is a powerful martial master.

In the house, Chang Qianqian is wrapped in a quilt, her body is constantly twitching and crying very sad.

Xiao Chen appears directly in Chang Qianqian's house. Before seeing anyone, she has heard Chang Qianqian cry very sad and helpless.

”What happened to the girl?” Xiao Chen looks at Chang Qianqian, who is wrapped up in the quilt, and frowns slightly. At the same time, he feels that there are at least ten powerful martial artists hiding in the dark outside Chang Qianqian's house.

”How do these powerful warriors feel like surveillance, not protection?” The spirit of Xiao Chen went out and found out the situation outside, and her eyebrows wrinkled deeper.

Xiao Chen came to Chang Qianqian and patted her on the shoulder.

It seems to feel someone, Chang Qianqian exposed pear blossom with rain face, heartbroken expression looking at people very distressed.

After seeing Xiao Chen, Chang Qianqian's voice of crying suddenly stagnates. The next moment, she pours directly into Xiao Chen's arms. It seems that she has found a place to let off steam, and her crying is more severe.

It seems that she is used to hearing Chang Qianqian's cry. The strong man outside doesn't pay any attention to it. Xiao Chen breathes a sigh of relief and holds Chang Qianqian in his arms, letting her tears wet Xiaochen's clothes.

Chang Qianqian lies on Xiao Chen's chest, sobbing incessantly.

I don't know how long it took.

An even breath came from the ear.

Xiao Chen a Leng, bow a look, do not know when, Chang Qianqian already fell asleep in Xiao Chen's arms.

”What happened to her?” Xiao Chen gently holds Chang Qianqian. Although Chang Qianqian loves to cry, he has never seen Chang Qianqian cry so heartbroken and helpless.

In the dead of night, Chang Qianqian slowly wakes up.

”You are awake!” Xiao Chen said softly.

Chang Qianqian a Leng, instant from Xiao Chen's arms, face a crimson.

”Why are you here?”

”What's the matter?” Xiao Chen asked.

”My father is dead.” Chang Qianqian lowered her head and said, tears appeared again in her eyes, and she couldn't help sobbing again.