"Yes!" Lu Ye responded in a deep voice.

"Return to the sect to ask for help, I'll hold it back!"

Lu Ye's heart sank! He knew Youdie's strength, but now she asked him to return to the sect to ask for help, which undoubtedly showed that Youdie was not sure that he could deal with this monster.

"Go quickly!" Youdie shouted, taking the lead in rushing towards the monster, and in an instant, one man and one beast started fighting.

Lu Ye originally wanted to step forward to help, but seeing the ferocious power of this monster, he knew that even if he went up, he would not be able to help, and would only drag Youdie down when the time came. He immediately said: "Senior sister, be careful, I'll go back as soon as possible!"

Saying this, he turned around and ran towards the sect.

They went back and forth for almost half an hour, but when Lu Ye rushed back with his master, there was no sound of fighting here.

From a distance, only a hint of white can be seen, and Youdie's clothes are white.

However, at this moment, the blood on top of the white is extremely dazzling!

He couldn't believe his eyes. He stepped forward step by step, and what he saw was You Die's broken body!

The image of the body lying on his body getting colder appeared again in his mind, and gradually merged with the scene in front of him. Lu Ye's heart was as sharp as a knife!

Youdie is dead!

Since then, several fellow apprentices have never had a good look towards Lu Ye.

"Why are you running away?"

"Why not fight side by side with Senior Sister Youdie?"

"If you don't escape, senior sister will not die!"

"The damn one is you!"

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After Youdie's death, the brothers and fellow disciples left the country. A few years later, the master drove Hexi to the west, and the Piaomiao Sect withered away overnight.

The brothers went their separate ways, leaving Lu Ye alone to guard the mountain gate. He was confused and didn't know how many years had passed. The hot-blooded young man slowly turned into an octogenarian. Until one day he staggered to a lonely grave, sat down slowly, and looked at the tombstone in front of the grave. The word "youdie" hurts my heart.

The hazy mind finally had a glimmer of clarity.

His eyes were wet and red, his rickety body was lying on the lonely grave, and his heart was filled with self-blame.

If she had not left that day, but fought side by side with Senior Sister Youdie, she would definitely not have died!

The one who died should indeed be himself! JrNovels.com