"So that's how it is," the heartbroken man said, his eyes slightly red, as he raised his delicate fingers to wipe the corner of his eyes.
"I've seen this sheet music before, but it wasn't complete back then. I never imagined it was him. Ding Xiaoyu must be Yulong's son."
"Rain Dragon?" the crowd asked in confusion.
The Heartbroken Man then began to recount the story of how the Seven Dragons founded the Military Tribunal...
"I'm so touched! So which one should we save now?" A-Kou quietly slipped back into the living room, pretending to wipe away imaginary tears with a small handkerchief.
"It's not a question of which one to save, but how to save them," Xiu said seriously.
"Save Ding Xiaoyu first," the heartbroken man said.
"Hey!" Ah Kou immediately perked up, saying defiantly.
“This old man, or this old woman, you can’t save him just because he’s your ex-brother’s son.”
"No matter how you look at it, our Da Dong is easier to save! At least Da Dong can still walk around, but this guy is sleeping so peacefully, he doesn't seem like he'll be easy to save."
Jiuwu: Why does he feel like he himself is being offended?
Xia Xiang: She can't stand even a little bit!
The two exchanged a glance, walked over to A-Kou, and gave him a mixed doubles beating. They even thoughtfully tied him up like a rice dumpling and taped his mouth shut.
Akou: Ah!!! I'm going to hire a lawyer and sue you! You unscrupulous bosses! You have no human rights!
"I..." The heartbroken man raised his pinky finger, then awkwardly withdrew it, and said, "Let me first explain why I saved Ding Xiaoyu first."
"Although the miasma that is neither alive nor dead cannot be cleared away for the time being, we can have someone with profound internal strength help suppress it first."
"I can," Xia Xiang stood up.
"No!" Ji An stopped Xia Xiang. "Xia Xiang, have you forgotten what happened after you saved Rex?"
"I probably can't," Xia Xiang said dejectedly, slumping onto the sofa.
Jiu Wu took the opportunity to move closer, letting her lean against him, and patted her head comfortingly.
She whispered reassuringly, "Don't worry, I'll go."
"Be mindful of the occasion," Xia Xiang said, sitting up straight and pushing Jiu Wu to the side.
Now everyone in the living room fell silent again, staring intently at Xia Xiang and Jiu Wu.
"Ha!" Rex finally couldn't hold back any longer and pulled Xia Xiang to sit down next to him and Ji An.
"We need a wider sofa here, so we don't have to squeeze in so close together."
Jiu Wu: "???"
"Wait, children, don't rush." The Heartbroken Man stood up, the beads on his clothes jingling incessantly. "Let me finish."
"You said..." Jiuwu began.
"Thank you," Duan Changren nodded, then said to Jiu Wu, "Suppressing the miasma of neither life nor death actually depends on this young man."
"Mmm," Jiu Wu nodded.
Xia Xiang asked in confusion, "Why?"
“Because they are like clones of each other,” the Broken Heart Man explained.
"In each of the twelve timelines, a clone of the superpowered individual will be created simultaneously. These clones are closely connected, which greatly reduces their impact on the timeline."
Jiu Wu said, "So we should save Ding Xiaoyu first, and then let Ding Xiaoyu save Wang Dadong, right?"
"Correct!" The heartbroken man gave a thumbs-up.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Little friend, is your ability index over 35,000 points?" Broken Heart Man asked.
Jiu Wu nodded slightly.
When Rex heard Jiu Wu admit that his combat power index was 35,000 points, he finally understood what it meant to say that the path of martial arts is endless.
He was in poor health when he was young, so he couldn't understand the feelings of those who had practiced martial arts since childhood. However, Jiuwu, who was the same age as Ding Xiaoyu, had a combat power index as high as 35,000 points.
Indeed, there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding.
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