Thunder Martial

In the room, Dalton closed his eyes and slept peacefully and contentedly, never waking up again.

Zijuan still grabbed his hand, and there was no temperature coming at this moment.

Behind you, those cries can no longer be suppressed.

A piece of sadness.

purple sighed.

Just walk away.

He stood up and looked at the people behind him.

Everyone's crying stopped.

“If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can go to the manor to find me," Zizheng said. ”

Dalte's son, concealed in today's master, nodded and personally sent Zijuan out of the room.

The next step is naturally to deal with the aftermath of Dart.

Walking out of the room is a big living room, and there are a lot of people here at the moment, and after seeing the purple plumes coming out of the inner room, they all have strange colors in their eyes.

Nearly thirty years have passed since the time of Purple Pearl. Perhaps many of them have heard the stories of Kata's distress, but few truly know Purple Pearl's identity.

In contrast to the notorious purple, Dalton's fame is daylight and sky, because he is at the helm of the City of Miracles and possesses endless wealth.

After hearing that Dalton was in poor health, they came immediately to meet Dalton's last side, unfortunately blocked out.

At the moment, they see a strange young man emerge from inside, apparently the last person to see Dalton, all unexpectedly speculating on each other's identities.

At this moment, only the old man with whom they came, immediately saluted the young man, and the deity was very respectful.

This makes it even more confusing to follow them for the rest of their lives.

But after meeting the sharp gaze of the parents, everyone who could not even ask the reason, can only follow the courtesy first.

Purple nodded slightly at everyone and walked out the door.

At this point, a middle-aged man walked in, and after seeing Purple, he was slightly stunned, then saluted to Purple.

Those young people who quietly raised their heads were even more surprised to see this behind the scenes.

Because the middle-aged man, the leader of the Kata tribe, is also the strongest man in Kata.

Who deserves his salute?

Looking at Liang Bao, Zijuan left Dalte's house.

He finally glanced at the place, maybe he won't come again.

Returning to the manor, the purple tree poured a ladle of water, and the leaves of the tree became yellowish. Looks like the third leaf is about to fall.

Dalte's post office was extremely scenic, and almost everyone with a head and face from the Kata tribe came.

After nearly three decades of development, the number of people in Qatar has multiplied, and many families have risen in the process.

Clark founded the family, for example.

Vern's family.

Even Samuel is old enough to have a good life.

Dalte's funeral, Purple, didn't go, because over the years, he had gotten used to the quiet and didn't like to go out and have fun again.

Though he looked younger than Bright Baby, his heart sank a lot, almost withering like this little tree in the yard.

After the funeral, Chief Liangbao returned to his room.

A 17-18 year old teenager followed him, and after Liangbao sat down, he immediately said: "Dad, the old man is dead, can we do this? ”

In the eyes of the teenager, a fierce light flashed.

Bright Bao glanced at his eldest son and said, "What do you know? ”

“I don't know about your relationship," the teenager said, "but I do know that they have a huge voice in the City of Miracles, and once they are resolved, the City of Miracles belongs to our Benson family. ”

Benson is Liangbao's last name.

This is the surname he reclaimed after his rise, and Leung Bao founded the Benson family.

The Benson family has expanded tremendously over the past eight years since Liang Bao became the leader.

Liang Bao said: “Don't mention such stupid words in the future. Besides, I have arranged a family affair for you. It is the daughter of the current clan chief of the Dahl family. I have discussed this with Li Xiao. You two will marry as soon as possible. ”

“What, married? ”

The teenager stunned: “How old am I? I haven't had enough fun yet. Why are you so anxious to get married? ”

Liang Bao was really lazy to ignore this son who knew nothing but to kill him. He waved his hand and said: "Get out of here! ”

When the teenager leaves, he has a fire in his heart and needs to find someone to vent.

Liang Bao sighed: “Dalte is dead, but there are still many old guys alive. Besides, although I am a normal person, I still can't see through him. Marriage is the best option. ”

A month later, a grand wedding took place, which meant an official alliance between Benson and Dar.

Two years later, the third leaf fell on the tree.

Looking at the third deciduous leaf, the purple light said, “Ten years? If my destiny is tied, doesn't that mean how many leaves do you have, how many years of my life left? ”

Purple counts, 23 more pieces.

A fourth decade has passed and the leaves have fallen again.

This year, Zijuan sent another friend.

Shan Er.

Once the village chief of Kata, the old man, recovered once, but still failed to stop the erosion of the years and left.

Clark and Vern, the realm has fallen to the third realm, and it is long past dusk.

Kata is still a tribe, except there are many more families in the tribe.

Benson Clan is the biggest of them all.

Because the Benson family occupies the divine soul, the commission drawn each day alone is a good number.

The original rule of free exchange for all Qataris had been lifted 12 years earlier, the year Dart left, by Chief Liang Bao.

Forty years later, the servants of the estate were old enough to pay their severance payments and return them to their old age.

Their children or relatives came to take their place.

Guests rarely arrive outside the manor this day, and there are still two.

It's Vern and Clark.

The carriage stopped outside the estate, looking at the two elderly men whose actions had become less sophisticated, with a long disobedient smile on their purple faces.

After years of development, horses can be domesticated and carriages become a stepping stone for some.

“Let's take a look at you. I'm afraid I'll never see you again. ”

Clark said with a laugh, wandering for dozens of years, the old man, had reached dusk.

On this day, Zijuan did not drink tea, but alcohol.

They talked about a lot of things, about friends they used to have.

Except for the mountain and Noah who left, everyone else became deceased.

The late man.

For the next period of time, they would come here every day to do it, and sometimes they would help pour trees.

Purple can feel that the two are about to rot, and the days are numbered.

Sure enough, Clark didn't last until his soul was completely dissipated, and one night he left.

He slept at night and never got up again. He walked peacefully.

By the tree, there was only Purple and Vern left.

An empty glass in front of both of us.

Purple filled with empty glasses and said 'To You’.

He poured a big mouthful.

Vern shed two tears and another old friend left.

“One day, if I go too, I hope you can pour another glass of wine by then, when the three of us are reunited again, as friends of wine. ”

Vern looked at the glass that nobody picked up and said, "If there is a soul after death, we will come here to say goodbye. ”