A second ago, he was facing death, but in the next second, he was lucky enough to escape. This kind of feeling of ups and downs, even the usually gentle and calm Huai Zhu felt a lingering fear in his heart, and his body was covered in cold sweat.
"Clang!"
Lin Tian sheathed the Qingfeng in his hand and looked at the three of them indifferently without saying a word.
Huai Zhu held Qin Lan's shoulder and slowly stood up. He wanted to thank Lin Tian, but before he could react, his legs were weak and he fell towards Lin Tian.
Although she had a good impression of Lin Tian, Huai Zhu was still a young girl who had never come into contact with the opposite sex. She was naturally panicking in the face of such an unexpected situation.
Lin Tian saw that Huai Zhu had just stood up, and her footsteps were a little staggering as she fell towards him. His white clothes fluttered in the wind as he stepped aside. The longsword in his hand gently reached out and tapped on Huai Zhu's shoulder, allowing her to barely stand still.
Huai Zhu used the force to stand up, the panic in his heart dissipated, but a faint sense of loss crossed his heart.
Huai Zhu bent his body slightly and bowed to Lin Tian. He could not hide the grief on his face as he softly said.
"Lin Tian, thank you for today..."
Her voice was low and choked with sobs. Her eyes were slightly red, and there were crystal clear tears in her beautiful eyes.
Qin Lan also walked to her sister's side and held her hand. Her tears flowed down like a dam. The little demon king who was usually playful finally revealed her weak side. She cried as she bowed to Lin Tian.
"Brother Lin Tian, thank you."
The two sisters had just experienced the pain of life and death and the loss of their father, but they endured the grief in their hearts and first thanked Lin Tian. They were so strong that they could not help but feel pity for him.
However, this situation that could make an iron man cry did not cause any emotional fluctuations in front of Lin Tian. He was indifferent and arrogant like an iceberg.
Huai Zhu and Qin Lan, who knew a little about Lin Tian's character, did not care. Huai Zhu called over Yu Ping, who was still a little panicked, and said softly.
"Yuping, bring young master Lin Tian to find a room to rest.”
As he spoke, he turned to Lin Tian and apologized.
"My father's corpse is still warm, there are still many things to do in the manor, Qin Lan and I will not disturb your rest for the time being.”
One big and one small, two similarly slender figures walked towards the raging flames in the night. The crackling sounds of the flames were like a wild beast that was about to devour people, gradually swallowing the two of them.
Yu Ping followed Huai Zhu's instructions and brought Lin Tian to a room that was not affected by the battle. After making arrangements, she left.
Lin Tian placed the sword by his pillow and looked at the bleak moonlight in the sky. He gently closed his eyes.
In the morning, Lin Tian woke up.
He pushed open the door and entered the courtyard.
It was dark last night, so he couldn't see clearly.
At this moment, the sky was bright. The originally magnificent Divine Fire Villa had already turned into ruins. Only a few houses were unaffected.
Everywhere he saw was pitch-black wreckage and countless corpses that had been burned beyond recognition.
In the cool morning breeze, there was a wisp of green smoke floating over the dark ruins. The air was filled with a faint burnt smell, which made it even more sorrowful!
The Divine Fire Manor, which was as famous as the Wang Quan Clan and one of the two great clans of the Dao Alliance, had been destroyed overnight, leaving only ruins behind.
Lin Tian's white clothes were as clean as snow. He walked through the ruins that were covered in black ash. He was like a white lotus blooming in the mud. He was not stained by any dust and was eye-catching.
Not long after, Lin Tian saw Huai Zhu and Qin Lan kneeling on the ground in front of the largest ruin.
The thin clothes on their bodies were soaked in the morning dew, following the curves of their bodies and sticking tightly to their bodies. It was obvious that they had been kneeling here for the entire night.
As if she had heard footsteps behind her, Huai Zhu's delicate body, which was kneeling on the ground, moved slightly. She slowly got up and turned her head to look behind her.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were devoid of blood. Huai Zhu's beautiful face seemed to have instantly become haggard, and there was a patch of red blood on her forehead.
Seeing that it was Lin Tian, the corners of Huai Zhu's mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to squeeze out a smile or say something.
However, in this cold and humid night, kneeling for a whole night without drinking a drop of water, coupled with the pain of losing his father, even if he had spiritual energy to protect his body, his body could not withstand all kinds of blows.
Before she could make a sound, her thin and slender body was like a flower that had withered after a storm. With a pitiful temperament, she fell heavily on the ground that was covered in black ash. Her pale and delicate face was stained with a touch of black.
As for Qin Lan, who was even younger, she had already fainted on her knees and did not move. If it was not for the fact that she was still breathing lightly, one would probably think that she was already separated from life and death.
Lin Tian stood quietly in the dark ruins, looking at the two sad figures with an indifferent expression.
A gentle breeze blew gently, lifting the corner of his clothes and fluttering them in the wind.
After a while.
The white-robed man slowly stepped forward and gently pulled the two sisters up. They slowly walked back the way they came.
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