"No, wait, why?"
Whirlpool Che also looked at the clan old man and said dryly and hesitantly, "If you stay here, you will die, really will!"
"I know, but we won't escape!"
The old man's eyes were blurred with murderous intent, his face was more sneered, and his voice was a little hoarse and low: "Even if it must die, we must let those bastards pay the price of bleeding!"
"So, do you also know that you must die?" Vortex Che also whispered, "You must stay here to die together?"
Maybe these ethnic elders used to be ninjas, but they have already retired behind the scenes and become the rulers of a country.
It is estimated that they have forgotten how many years they have not fought.
Even if the old and frail old guy is hot blooded and carries a crutch to fight against the enemy, he is only likely to become one of the victims.
"No, not together."
An old clan shook his head, denied Che Ya's statement, looked at the other ninjas and smiled, "It's us old guys who stay here and use our old lives to cover the safe evacuation of those young people."
"How can this..." Hearing the words, the present Whirlpool Ninja could not help but change his face, and was about to open his mouth when he was interrupted by another clan elder.
"Although those bastards of Muye have abandoned us now, I still agree with the fire will of Qianshouzhu."
The old man, who was relatively gentle and rational, said, "We old bones have not lived long, but we have not decayed enough to ask young people to help us cover and rear the palace."
"We can never let our students and children die in front of us."
"Instead of exchanging your life for those of us old guys, we'd better exchange your life with the only life we have left."
Vortex Yang mustard was silent for a moment and hesitated to look at Xiang Yunchuan.
"Yes." Yun Chuan understood his meaning and nodded with emotion. "My 'blood' is enough to make these old people return to their peak state when they were young, but after that..."
His words were not finished, but everyone understood, but no one cared.
Because, no matter who, this is the best choice.
"You hear me?"
The Han nationality looked at Swirl Cheya with a half smile and said, "Just sit there as usual, watch us old guys play, and complain about our incompetence in your heart."
Looking at those old people who nodded and agreed and were spitting stars flying, Swirl Che was also shocked for a moment, and then he collapsed on the chair and hung his head. The smile on his face was hidden in the shadow.
How dare you rush to die.
It's really funny.
Really, funny?
Click!
Just then, with a loud noise, the door of the meeting room was suddenly opened.
"Dad!"
A small figure burst in and rushed into Xuanguoyang's arms, crying loudly: "Don't! I don't want to go! I, I can help!"
With these words, she rolled up her sleeve, sent her white and slender arm to Yangjie, and cried: "I have awakened my ability! I can also..."
Without waiting for the girl who was eavesdropping outside to finish speaking, Yang Ji, who was holding her in his arms, raised his hand.
Gently pinch it on his daughter's neck and make her faint with her eyes closed.
"I'm so funny." Xuanwo Yangji looked up at Yunchuan and explained with a bitter smile, "This is my daughter, Xuanwo Yizi..."
Yunchuan just shook his head, and the long door suddenly opened and asked, "What did the girl mean just now?"
Awakening ability?
What ability can I have at such a young age?
King Kong blockade? Or is it a happy heart?
"... is the healing of life."
Xuanwo Yangjie bowed his head, pulled down his daughter's sleeve to cover her white arm, and said in a low voice: "In addition to the Vajra blockade and Shenyue mind, our family actually has a third ability."
"Whirlpool people who have awakened the ability of 'life healing' can absorb vitality by themselves or by letting others bite their skin, quickly recover their own or others' Chakra and injuries, and the healing effect is enough to make the severed limbs reconnect..."
At this point, he paused, shook his head and said, "But as a father, how can I possibly do something to absorb the vitality of my daughter? I would rather that she didn't have this ability."
Hearing the words, the eyes of the long door looking at the girl gradually became inexplicable.
Absorb vitality, restore Chakra, heal the wound, and reconnect the severed limb?
The Vortex clan still has this ability. They are "babies" all over their bodies. No wonder so many people covet and fear it.
"Sorry, Yizi."
At last, he took a deep look at his daughter. Xuanwo Yangji stopped looking at her, stood up, handed her to Yunchuan, and bowed gratefully: "Please give Yizi to my wife, so that they can leave here safely."
As the patriarch of the Vortex clan, he can't abandon the Vortex country and choose to flee to other places alone.
Besides, Xuanwuyangjie, like those clan elders, knows a fact in their hearts.
Yunchuan, who has a mysterious background, may be able to accept young ninjas and civilians, but can't accept them as high officials. Their existence will hinder the progress.
Of course, they have no complaints about Yunchuan. If Yunchuan had not brought people to help, they would have been beheaded.
In that case, the ethnic people would have to flee in all directions and become homeless lambs to be slaughtered.
Compared with such tragic consequences, as long as the clan members are still there, the Vortex clan will be there, and the treatment will not be poor in the future.
Moreover, the original ancestors did not choose to join the leaves, and now they do not want to rely on others to abandon the ancestors and pride of the Vortex family.
"I see."
Looking at the whirlpool and the clan elders in front of him, Yunchuan understood their thoughts and determination, and gently took the girl from Yangji's arms: "I respect and admire your choices and beliefs."
After saying that, he stood up to face the crowd, put a small bottle of "blood" on the table, and said solemnly and solemnly, "Your names will be engraved forever, and your souls will live to death."
Those figures in black robes behind Yunchuan said in the same solemn and solemn voice, "Eternally engraved on the monument, live to death!"
The black evil spirits were entrenched behind him. They were his supporters like clouds and sea. The pupils under the black robe were full of fanaticism and piety.
"Let's go."
Yunchuan's mouth flashed a smile, and turned around suddenly. His black robe lifted like the wings of an owl, and he whispered, "Send our future companions back to our common home."
After saying that, he raised his hand and gently scratched his face, and a scarlet blood mist rolled and surged.
When the blood mist dissipated, a completely different face appeared in front of everyone.
"Send those poor people to hell," he said.