The whole empire is begging for my resurrection

Xi Qingyin couldn't hear him at all, almost being supported by Rong Yunjing to Yu Yangnian's side.

Yu Mujin was not much better than him, his legs suddenly went limp, and he sat beside Yu Yangnian blankly, staring at her blankly.There was also a small bomb tied to the fish tofu. He hadn't shed a single tear when he was in danger, but now he was crying out of breath, like a real child.

The Xingwang live broadcast equipment fell to the ground and was left unattended, and was kicked around, and the camera was also dangling.The countdown in the room is like a urging spell. I don't know if it is an illusion, but some people always feel that the sound of "dididi" is getting faster and faster.

Visual confusion, auditory confusion.This made the audience who were watching the live broadcast unstoppable panic.

They heard a distressed neighing from the sound tube, as if someone was crying loudly, which made people panic.Even so, they still don't know what the situation is now.

Have you defeated Rong Tianhe?Or did the hostage die?Why is anyone crying?Why are so many people in the camera acting so...desperate?

Countless questions lingered in everyone's minds, until a hand picked up the Starnet lens from the crowded shoes, and this question was finally answered.

The royal painter pointed the camera at himself.

It was a young girl with a delicate face, with a high ponytail, and fair and delicate skin on her face. It looked like she had grown up pampered and held in the palm of her hand.

She turned her head and looked in an unknown direction, with tears in her eyes, and said intermittently: "Mom, are you and Dad watching now? Today... I shouldn't be able to live. I walked out alive. Let's take it as a farewell. You must not cry, and you must not blame yourself for not stopping me... During this time, I have saved many soldiers, and I am very happy..."

There was not much time, and after a few brief explanations, the camera was handed over to the next person.

This time it was a man in his thirties.

His voice was a little weak, but overall he looked much calmer than the girl, and even at this time he didn't look too flustered.Wei Wei gave a few instructions, saying that the real estate would be given to the parents, the paintings would be given to the wife and children, and the distribution of other properties...everything was peaceful.

When the camera was about to be handed over to the next person, he suddenly pulled the camera hard again, his eyes full of nostalgia, as if he was looking at someone through the dark lens.

After submitting it like this, more than a dozen imperial painters finished their 'last words' briefly.Just like the panicked passengers before the crash, Floating and Sinking didn't know what to write, but subconsciously wanted to leave some more things to tell relatives and friends.

Such a picture made the audience feel heavy. It was only at this time that they suddenly understood the current crisis.

The sound of 'Dididi' is still going on.

After the last words were finished, the last person pointed the camera in the direction of Xi Qingyin, and the room was silent.

Yu Yangnian's vitality faded away, he could only gasp for breath, staring blankly at the top of the dungeon, with bright red blood still flowing from his mouth.

Fish Tofu couldn't help crying, and he was stunned.At this time, Yu Mujin erupted with a force completely different from his previous weakness, pushed him away and squeezed forward, lowered his head to look for the hemostatic medicine in the storage ring.

All I could hear was the crisp sound of bottles colliding, and his slightly trembling voice: "Why can't I find it... It's clearly placed here!"

Yu Yangnian struggled to raise her hand, this action made the blood from her wound stay faster.

"Hey, don't, don't cry..."

She gently stroked her younger brother's cheek, wiped away his tears, and smiled weakly.

The tense string in Yu Mujin's mind broke every inch of it just because of such a sentence.

The imperial painters showed their faces in frustration.

The people watching the live broadcast also held their breath, their hands and feet were already cold.Seeing Yu Mujin crying, many people felt empathy and felt sad.

In the eyes of the public, this person has always been the image of a sick and noble son. He has always been polite and courteous, with the appearance of not touching his fingers.

When did you see him in such a state of embarrassment and collapse?

I don't think so.

It is precisely because of such a strong contrast that the people will feel more and more heavy.

Xi Qingyin stepped forward and squatted down on the other side.

His state is much better than these two crying and speechless people.Although his whole body was trembling, it was clear that his mind was still clear.

Approaching Yuyangnian, he whispered, "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

As soon as the words fell, Yu Mujin and Yu Tofu cried even harder, but they lowered their volume and tried their best to restrain themselves.It was like two little animals kneeling and whimpering, both pitiful.

There is no pain in Yu Yangnian's eyes, only relief.

Her mouth was opening and closing to speak, but her voice was too low, she was almost speaking out of breath, and she couldn't hear clearly.Xi Qingyin held back her grief and leaned down, leaning closer to listen.

"If you can get out alive, take care of these two people for me, and you still have evil intentions... Cough cough, I owe him too much."

Xi Qingyin nodded: "I swear, I will."

The strength of the fish raising year has been exhausted, but it seems that there are still many unfinished things.She held Xi Qingyin's hand tightly, the blood smeared the palm slippery, but she still refused to let go.

Xi Qingyin lowered her eyes and said, "What else?"

Yu Yangnian blinked, tears slipped down the end of his eyes and flowed into his temples.She hissed, as if she wanted to say this no matter what, but no sound came out of her throat.

Xi Qingyin tried to guess.

"The fish family's business?"

"Win the war?"

"Destroy the collateral?"

After guessing three, Yu Yangnian shook her head, and finally she spoke up herself, and said angrily, "Don't... miss us too much, remember to cherish the people in front of you."

— Missing 'us'?

Xi Qingyin was slightly stunned, then suddenly lowered her head, choking with sobs.

That's right, in the small circle of the main line back then, there were more than a dozen people in a casual trip.Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and now he is the only one left, and he is the only one left.

Yu Yangnian touched his head, just like ten years ago, and smiled: "Xiaoyan is coming to pick me up..."

The plain white hand slid down from mid-air weakly and fell into blood red.

The round nails scraped against Xi Qingyin's jaw, and goose bumps arose wherever they passed.

"sister!!!"

Yu Mujin buried her head on the ground and finally burst into tears.

The room was full of sorrow, everyone lowered their heads, silently doing the posture unique to the empire to bid farewell to the undead.

Netizens who watched the live broadcast faced such a cruel situation for the first time, and spontaneously brushed up white candles.At the same time, they were worried, terrified of witnessing the deaths of these people.

Xi Qingyin, Rong Yunjing...Yu Mujin, and the royal painter present here.No matter how much it loses, it is beyond the reach of the empire now, not to mention that it is very likely to lose it now.

This is even more intolerable!

He has not waited for Xi Qingyin to sort out his mood, but the form does not allow him to continue mourning.

I don't know where there was a loud 'boom', and the next second, the entire dungeon shook like a mountain.There was a creaking sound in the sky, as if the stainless steel ceiling was about to break, it sounded extremely terrifying.

The imperial painters huddled together in fear, and the camera shook again to point at the ground, unable to lift it up again for a long time.Yu Mujin tightly guarded Yu Yangnian's lifeless body, she kept crying with her eyes closed, and she couldn't pull her away stubbornly.

Xi Qingyin's footsteps were a little pretentious, but when she stood up, her legs went limp, and she fell down.Just when he was about to fall to the ground sadly, an arm suddenly stretched out beside him and wrapped around his waist, picked him up violently, and pressed him firmly in his arms.

After the shaking passed, Xi Qingyin slowly opened her eyes.

Rong Yunjing was looking down at him.

The four eyes met, and they all saw their own reflections in the other's eyes, occupying the other's entire line of sight.

One has a gentle atmosphere, and the other is as cold as a fairy.

Crying, roaring, rumbling explosions, and choked-up prayers...all the sounds were gone at this moment.All that was left was this reserved embrace.

Xi Qingyin tightly clutched the skirt of Rong Yunjing's chest, revealing her true inner thoughts in a rare way.

"Now... I am the only one left to face it."

Thinking of this, the tip of his nose became sour, and his eyes became slightly hot.Loneliness surrounds it from all sides, like a swamp that traps a traveler and drowns him deeply.

On the eve of falling into darkness, another voice sounded.

"You still have me."

The blasting sound finally stopped, and under the silent gaze of a group of people, the two slowly let go, and each took a step back.

A senior imperial painter in the first grade stepped forward and looked at Rong Yunjing anxiously: "Your Highness, what should we do now?"

It is very difficult to break the fine iron electronic door light by manpower, and Yu Yangnian is the only one who has mastered the technology of cracking the code, but now she has... It seems that she can no longer see the hope of getting out.

Rong Yunjing said: "It will take at least 10 to [-] minutes from here to the exit. Although the explosion just now caused a certain amount of vibration here. However, depending on the situation, it should take a while before the detonation here, otherwise the whole body collapses and they also escape. not drop."

Everyone nodded again and again, and their eyes turned to the fish tofu.

The child was crying and stuttering, covered in blood, and even the original color of the clothes could hardly be seen.

The corner of the electronic bomb was exposed under the hem of his clothes. This was the real time bomb in everyone's mind.

Rong Yunjing pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly let everyone disperse, walked up alone, and punched the electronic door.

A deep fist mark was branded on the top, and the heavy door was completely separated from the wall, looking precarious.

Xi Qingyin stepped forward, took a closer look at the excuses, shook her head and said, "The link is made of a special material and requires greater strength."

Immediately, a royal painter recommended himself: "I can draw sketches to repair the mental power that His Highness has lost after the battle."

"Me too! I'm fast!"

"My mental power fluctuations in sketching are generally very high!"

Amid the noise, Rong Yunjing raised his hand to stop the big guy's enthusiasm, and said helplessly, "I didn't fight just now, and I'm full of energy."

The lively dungeon suddenly fell silent.

They immediately understood what Rong Yunjing meant. It wasn't a question of whether his mental power was depleted or not, but that from the very beginning, his mental power was not enough to reach the threshold of breaking through.

In other words, it is time to look at Chinese paintings.

"Chinese painting can increase the upper limit of spiritual power, and it is the only feasible escape route now."

Someone said that with hope.Soon someone refuted him: "No, Chinese painting can't be improved that much."

"..."

Everyone is saying it's useless.

Yuyangnian is dead, and the only person who knows the password of the channel is dead, and it is useless anyway.

But... still not reconciled.

Being in a high position and possessing a unique skill, how could he stop at this place before he fully displayed it?

The girl who said the last words at the beginning bowed her head and knelt beside Yu Yangnian's corpse, biting her lower lip and crying.

Keenly aware that many eyes were focused on her, Xi Qingyin didn't talk nonsense.

He immediately picked up the paintbrush.

Take out the finished Chinese painting from the storage ring that has not been injected with spiritual power.

The dilemma at that time was that no matter how spiritual power was injected, the artistic conception of the whole painting would be biased towards a warm afternoon meal, which was completely different from Xi Qingyin's idea.

Of course, this problem has now been solved.The spiritual power gathered into a small spring, surging towards the rice paper frantically.

Yu Yangnian smiled brightly on the painting, but her dead body lay stiffly a few meters away.In a mood of great compassion, Xi Qingyin really felt the feeling of writing like a god.

Maybe a few seconds, maybe a few minutes, or maybe a few hours, he finally put down the brush.

The imperial painters present were full of apprehension and nervousness, and Yu Tofu didn't dare to approach the crowd, so he had to hold the bomb far away, feeling uneasy.Yu Mujin is still the same, he looks like a marionette, he is still here, but his thoughts have drifted to nowhere.

Compared with the on-site royal painters who went to the doctor in a hurry, the people who were watching the live broadcast at this time obviously had clearer minds.

At present, Chinese painting is Xi Qingyin, and only Xi Qingyin can paint it.Too much information is not understood by everyone, but at least everyone knows one thing, that is, the improvement of Chinese painting is slow.

To suddenly increase mental power by a large margin, this is impossible if you think about it.

The people watching the live broadcast were even more terrified, and the families of the imperial painters were already pale and almost fainted.There are even more people worried about the safety of Xi Qingyin and Rong Yunjing.

It seems that everyone has decided that this Chinese painting is useless.

Xi Qingyin pursed her lips slightly, without explaining too much.Rong Yunjing stretched out his hand to stroke the painting, and immediately closed his eyes to feel it without any doubt.

After a few minutes, a huge force is forming.

In the camera, the female imperial painter who was lying beside Yu Yangnian cried, and raised her eyes in surprise, looking a little dazed.

"What happened?"

The live viewers, who could only see half of the screen, were anxious and couldn't help but get closer to the screen.

In the next second, their eyes widened in shock.Someone stood up in disbelief: "Fuck! What's going on??!"

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