The Entire Sect Pretended to Be Dead, and I Buried Them with My Backhand.

"Master, why did you die? Xiaonian has already found a good matchmaker for you!" "Looking at it, you can say goodbye to the Qilin Arm that you have practiced for many years. Why..." Bai Xiaonian hugged the old man and cried for a while, then picked up the other four senior brothers and cried one by one. When he was almost ready to cry, Bai Xiaonian wiped the non-existent tears with his sleeve, spread his hands and said: "Okay, I've cried in Xiaonian. People can't be resurrected after death, and I can't be too sad in Xiaonian. That's it!" "By the way, you didn't leave any useful information after you died, so we won't avenge you. You can't blame me!"