The question is, who?

Yungu didn’t give Tang Qing any advice, didn’t ask anything, didn’t even have a word with Yin Lao, so she went straight to Tang Qing.
At this time, Tang Qing’s face was covered with tears, and she caressed her heart with one arm, looking up to heaven and worshiping.
Looking at Tang Qing’s broken arm, Yungu sighed, reached out and gently hugged Tang Qing’s head, and said, "Son, you have suffered."
Yungu is tall and tall, and she makes this gesture so naturally and harmoniously, just like a loving mother who is always gentle and kind, comforting the injured and tired, and taking a wanderer who is covered in dust and tired to go home.
Tang Qing knelt on his knees, holding Yungu and wailing aloud.
The word "cry" is strange to Tang Qing.
Once, Tang Ye thought that this word would no longer appear in his dictionary. I have been single since I was a child, and I have been trafficked, recruited, trained, and fought, and I have had crises and adventures again and again. In the end, Tang Ye had his own team, his own brothers and the glory he was proud of.
Countless times of life and death, countless times of cold killing. Tang Ye thinks that he, accustomed to life and death, has lost the qualification to mourn for his life.
Dead, dead; If you live, you have to live, don’t you?
Come to this strange world, everything has changed dramatically. In the face of a completely different way of life and all kinds of incredible lun relations, Tang Qing has not lost his true self.
If you live, you have to live.
Buried in the deepest memory of the past, Tang Ye has been trying to find something, a place called "home" and a feeling called "love".
Man, after all, is a man, and can’t live alone without these two things. Tang Ye’s world outlook has never been and will never change.
What a fucking fairy! Fuck you! Tang Ye is a man, a simple man.
And he did find it.
But for half a year, Tang Ye had his own den, his own brother and his own team. Even, there is his wife.
Tang Ye doesn’t lack love and care. He knows that there is a place called Yanlong, and there will be some people, men, women and children, waiting for them to go back to the place that they have regarded as "home".
However, Tang Qing still lacks a feeling, a kind of concern from the elders, completely selfless and completely without any demands and returns.
For a long time, Tang Ye thought that he didn’t need this.
He is Tang Ye, the captain of Spike, the leader and the leader. On the earth, Tang Ye is the captain, leading his brother across the world. Despite the storm, it has never left, and there has never been a precedent for death.
In Highland, Tang Ye grew out of nothing, cheated and extorted everything; What I did was just to protect myself and the people I care about from harm and make my home more peaceful.
nothing more/that’s all./nothing beyond/this only goes so far
And he did.
Somehow came to Chaoguang again, and Tang Qing subconsciously wanted to reject this place. People here, things here, he doesn’t care, and he doesn’t want to care.
Now, however, after Yun Gu gave her a sword, Tian Xun trusted her, the Ming family died, and the three old people died, at the moment when a monk, a monk and a Confucian gave their lives, Tang Qing could no longer contain the pain from the bottom of her heart.
So, in the face of Yungu, after listening to her words of relief that are extremely simple but can warm the heart and lungs, Tang Qing wept bitterly.
So, Tang Qing burst into tears.
So, Tang Ye looked empty and worshipped.
"Are you worshipping this deity?" . YunLan voice came.
At the moment, the scorpion is transformed into the touch of Yunlan again, with a flat face and a cold and cold voice, but without the violent and cruel nature of the scorpion.
The magic lotus is still a magic lotus, and the seven lotus petals are still shiny; Even, there is hidden reinforcement, and even the eighth leaf is slightly thick.
Eight doors of Jin Suozhen have been broken, and the blood clouds are scattered without wind. Without large-scale fighting and rivers of blood, the large array of blood clouds has lost its meaning, and Yunlan naturally won’t waste energy to maintain it.
As long as he understands what is in front of him, as long as he is willing, he can easily exterminate or demonize the whole Kyoto with magic gas. In Kyoto, there will be an unstoppable force.
Between heaven and earth, the air has suddenly returned to peace, without the slightest bloody breath.
If it weren’t for the devastation and wailing that can be heard everywhere, this Kyoto would still be Kyoto, as if everything were a dream, and it never happened.
Yungu stood with a sword and looked at Yunlan without a word. However, the color of reminiscence looms in the eyes, and there is also the pain of forced pressure.
Hidden in the old side, also stand in silence, look a little complicated, but it is calm and motionless. Overhead, the soul-eating moth hovered and danced like a cloud.
At the moment of old age, there is no hidden repair, and a coercion of Huo Ran in the middle of the deity spreads out. The wind and cloud between heaven and earth are rolling, and even Yunlan is also discolored.
Without the large array of blood clouds, the use of magic lotus is no longer reckless, and YunLan dare not treat old people lightly.
Crucially, the monk in front of me is not the silly silver dragon. To be able to bear it so far, the plan is bound to be great, and it will definitely not give him the opportunity to be besieged by magic lotus.
Tang Qing ignored YunLan’s question, stood up silently, and waved his right hand. Suddenly, a big word "Zhou" appeared in the seventh square.
As the last stroke falls, the secret door suddenly shines brightly, and after a flash, it turns into a little brilliance and dissipates.
An incomparably exquisite teleportation array appeared, and its luster was blurred and it was gorgeous. As if, that’s the road to heaven, and at its end, it’s the paradise that countless people yearn for.
Even Yunlan is attracted by this, and her eyes are burning, as if she were addicted to it and unable to extricate herself.
Hidden old eyes flashing, finally showing excitement, but also with a hint of greed. Is forced to resist the impulse in the heart, not make a move.