Even if the Purgatory tribe appears, he will not cry or be afraid.

He has no fear! But now, he really can't help it.

At this moment, Qin Chen looked at Yang Qingyun curled up at his feet, his body trembling, and his uncontrollable sadness affected several people.

Some things have happened and he cannot change them.

But some things haven't happened yet and he can change them.

For a moment, Mrs. Xian Yin couldn't stop crying, and Shi Gandang's eyes were also red at this moment.

"Yang Ziye is not dead?"

Ancestor Bai Yuan stood still in mid-air and laughed loudly: "Yang Qingyun, how does it feel when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift?

I, Ancestor Bai Yuan, congratulate you, haha..." "Isn't it funny?"

A voice sounded at this moment.

Qin Chen looked at the ancestor Bai Yuan and said in an indifferent tone: "Let me ask you, is it funny?"

"Who do you think you are?

My king's Baihongxuan has been suppressed by Qingchen Pavilion for tens of thousands of years. Today, I see the powerful King Yun in such misery. I am happy. Can you care?"

"I..." Qin Chen looked at Ancestor Bai Yuan and said indifferently: "I can control it!"

After drinking it, Qin Chen grabbed it with his palm.
Chapter completed!