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"Smith was expelled from Zhengyang sect because his Dantian is ruptured and there is no chance of recovery now. He could not be allowed to serve this sect and enter Lingshan again for the rest of his life."

In the magnificent hall, the cold voice is like the judgment of God, full of irreversible majesty.

Below, Smith stands quietly in the temple, his face turned pale as paper. Listening to the merciless sentence, he clenches his fist. Maybe he is very strong. His fingernails are inserted into the palm of his hand and bleed.

Dantian is damaged, and there is no chance of recovery.

Smith smiled, but his eyes were full of sadness.

Three days ago, he helped his ethnic group down the hill to get the miracle drug, but was attacked by the enemies of a different ethnic group. He fought hard to guard the miracle drug and returned after killing nine enemies. His Dantian was smashed, and it is really a big loss for him.

However, he had never thought that his loyalty was worthless in the eyes of these high-rank people and that they will throw him out like useless garbage.

"Not yet?" Seeing Smith still standing still, there was a sound in the hall, very impatient.

"Dantian is broken. Now there is no reason to stay here? Zhengyang Sect never keeps waste.

"I've been raising you for three days, and I've done my best."

The disdainful voice in the hall was particularly harsh, falling in Smith’s ear, like a steel needle inserted in his heart.

"After being treated like this by his sect, he became really disappointed!"

Husky voice with a little grief, Smith silently turned around.

Outside the temple, the Lingshan is full of trees; the ancient trees are covering the sky. The spirit is awkward, the clouds are lingering, the cranes are dancing, and the peace and tranquility here is like a fairyland on earth.

This is Zhengyang sect, a religious group in the south that cultivates themselves to attain immortality.

But now all this, in Smith’s eyes, appears so cold that he can’t hold his body and start shivering.

"No matter what I say!" still be expelled from the sect!"

As soon as Smith came out, some of the people pointed at him, mocking and sighing.

"Someone among the followers said Smith was a good guy. He was very kind to us before. Why don't we see him?"

"What to give? We are immortals. He is nothing."

"This evening is different from the past."

The ridicule and sigh around him made Smith put his head down and say something, but when he tried to speak, he seemed like fish bone stuck in his throat. At the moment, he was like a prisoner who was dragged to the street and was rejected by the world.

Yeah! He is no longer The Smith. As he was before.

Today, he is not a practicing immortal, but a waste with the injured Dantian, everything is finished, silently facing the reality of the world.

Oh oh oh!

A playful laughter came from the front. A person in white dress and fan in the hand, came face to face and looked at Smith playfully. "Who is this?" Isn't this brother Smith?

Smith looked up slightly and saw the appearance of the visitor from the gap between hairs. His face was white, and his two thin lips showed bitterness. He was still handsome, but he had a pair of Red Phoenix eyes.

"John." Smith recalled his name from his memory. John at that time was not strange as he is now. He was respectful to his brother Smith at that time.

Chirping!

His thoughts were interrupted, John circled around Smith and looked up and down. His mouth was full of clicking voices. "Brother Smith!" You are really in painful condition; I really feel sorry for you!

Knowing that it was a taunt, Smith did not intend to say more and immediately took steps.

"Don't go!" John stepped across and stood in front of Smith, shaking the folding fan and looking at Smith with amusement.

"Get out of the way."

"It's all rubbish. It's so stiff." Suddenly closed the folding fan, the smile on John's face suddenly disappeared. "Do you really think you are the former Smith?"

Smith's body started shivering, trying to refute, but he was unable to open his mouth.

"Want to go?" It's OK. "John spoke again, saying that he had split his legs and looked at Smith playfully, "Climb down from my crotch! Maybe I can also reward you with some spiritual stones!

"John." Suddenly, suddenly raised his head, Smith dark eyes flashed a cold ray.

"Brother John is you doing this?". Among the crowd, some followers whispered that they wanted to have justice for Smith, but how they can give him justice, they are also unsure about that.

"To die?" John turned around and drank, glaring at the followers. The scene was silent for an instant. It seemed to be deterred by John’s strength, and the atmosphere dared not say a word again.

Shocked followers around him, John looked at Smith again and sneered, "Smith, are you still climbing? I…

Before he finished, John stopped because he saw a beautiful lady coming slowly from the distance.

The clothes of the coming lady were fluttering, black hair waving like azure waves, dressed in smooth silk, her beauty is suffocating the people, she is really like a fairy.

"It's Sister Angela." The eyes of the followers around him were shining one after another.

Especially for the male followers, the eyes are hot, and her beauty undoubtedly can make anyone drool, she is the perfect fairy of Zhengyang Sect, all the male followers admire her.

Who doesn't know in Zhengyang sect; Angela is indifferent in front of all the followers, but only in front of Smith will reveal the beauty of the world. They are recognized as golden girls and jade girls of Zhengyang Sect.

Naturally, this picture limited to the past.

Now Smith is down, the proud Angela will no longer interested in him like before.

"Angela." Smith’s voice was hoarse, and his voice was so low that she could hardly hear it. He did not turn around, but his eyes were still complex.

That is the human who he wished to protect his life, but since the moment when his Dantian was broken and cannot be repaired, Angela, who had been smiling and friendly for him all day, became extremely indifferent.

Since that moment, Smith has realized that the so-called love, the so-called affection, has vanished like smoke in the air.

Sister Angela. "This side, John has opened the folding fan with a crisp and neat smiling face, just like they are old friends, everything has changed now."

For John’s smiling face, Angela just nodded politely, but still looked indifferent, as if any disturbance in the world could not make her beautiful eyes ripple.

Gently came to Smith, Angela has feelings of sighs and regrets, but there is nothing else in her beautiful eyes except indifference, as if to say: Our path is not same now.

"Have a nice trip." These are just four words she spoke, but she could not hide the coldness in her tone.

"What expression do you have, pity?" Without going to see Angela, Smith just stooped to pick up the knapsack that fell on the ground, and there was no warmth in his words anymore. It was heartbreaking to say goodbye.

Angela is silent, she just felt embarrassed for the feelings she had for him in the past.

"Go, go." Gently patting the dust on the backpack, Smith slowly turned around, moving tired steps, a gaunt figure, in the moonlight, appears particularly lonely.