The tender voice of the pen core came into Tianhong's ears. He was so angry that he almost lost his soul when he was shocked. He quickly turned around and picked up the pen core and covered the child's eyes.

"Big brother, it's okay, I've seen it all!" The little guy gently stroked Tianhong's hand, as if the roughness and wounds on it were what she felt most distressed about.

"Daughter, who brought you here?" Tianhong was a little at a loss. He looked at the ghost and was not sure whether the mother of the reincarnation was still there.

"It's me, old pig!" Lige limped over, picked up a headless spear in somewhere, and used it as a crutch for help.

"Why are you taking her down? Is this where she should come?" Tianhong was furious, but his voice was much smaller.

"It's okay, big brother!" Binxin pushed away Tianhong's hand that blocked her eyes and hugged his neck, "I'm a ghost, this is where I should come. Big brother, I miss you so much."

"Well, I miss you too!" Tianhong pressed the little guy hard in his arms. The child felt well-behaved like a clingy kitten.

He winked at Guotu, and Guotu nodded and turned around and left. He gently placed the refill on the ground, and Tianhong's eyes were filled with deep affection when he squatted down.

The child's sensibility makes people feel trembling. On the surface, the sun is shining, but who can understand the pain in her heart? Only in the villa was the first time that Xiao Refill showed signs of crying in front of everyone.

"It was not what Uncle Zhu Bajie asked me to come. It was a big dog. When he saw that I miss you, he asked me to accompany you. He also said, maybe he would meet my parents, and I would come."

Tianhong nodded with a smile, and then looked at the side again.

At this time, Lige's face was not embarrassed, but a kind of sadness that could not be concealed. He deliberately kept twisting his head, as if he was afraid that Reben Xin would see what he was now.

Tianhong present naturally understood why the pig head was like this. Rebox's father was destroyed. This is an irreversible fact. Lige could not do such a forced smile as Tianhong, so he had to do such a strange behavior.

Looking at the group of soul ghosts, it seemed that he was anxious about why the national map had not returned. Dabai was still killing the remaining fish that had escaped the net, so there was no need to say more about the mountain spirit, as if the resentment of the mercenary who were also soul ghosts among the mercenaries could also smell the identity by relying on the nose of the dog.

This also shocked the lightly wounded mercenaries who had rebelled before. They were either gathered not far from Tianhong or helped dig out other guys who were planted in the ground.

"Young Master!"

The tall national map stood up and was dozens of centimeters taller than ordinary souls. He waved to Tianhong, meaning that he must have found the person his young master wanted.

Tianhong knew what he wanted, and immediately took the refill and went there to meet.

Pulling away the layers of souls and ghosts, his heart became more and more complicated, as if things were coming; it was like having a vacation and tomorrow would be the day to return to school. He didn't know how to explain her father's death to reincarnate, and he didn't know how to face the weak young mother.

"Mom!" The refill suddenly rushed out.

Perhaps because of her short height, through the gap between the soul and ghost, Reben discovered her mother first than Tianhong.

Tianhong's heart trembled and he hurriedly chased after him.

The woman kneeling on the ground and in pain seemed to hear the sound from heaven. She widened her eyes in disbelief and her body stiffened.

It was not until the refill suddenly threw herself into the woman's arms that she hugged the woman like a flood and burst into tears again.

Tianhong pursed his lips, almost unable to see such a scene. He turned around and patted the national map on the shoulders, and walked towards Lige who was waiting outside.

Dongzi probably was tired of playing, after all, he learned some defensive spells. He and Yu Junqing retreated and set up an extremely science fiction operating table for Li Ge.

The wind ball made of a soft and gloomy wind occasionally shines blue and sometimes emits purple light. This is the first time Tianhong saw Yu Junqing and this kind of craftsmanship, and he couldn't help but reach out into the wind ball.

"Oh! What are you doing!" Lige shouted.

Due to the blockage of the hand, the flowing wind immediately lost a hole, which almost caused the big pig's head to fall. Fortunately, Tianhong quickly took his hand back, otherwise Li Ge's knee would not be better today.

Tianhong was very tired. Seeing Dabai searching for the enemy with his sense of smell, he had no intention of helping. Now he really wanted to have a wall behind him and let him lean on it so that he could take a nap.

His brothers came over one after another, indicating that most of the companions planted in the field had escaped. Looking at the expression of Hu Ping, the leader, he quickly waved his hand and sat down with everyone on his back, not wanting to hear any report on casualties.

"Tired?" Yu Junqing leaned over gently, and gently hugged Tianhong in front of her with slender hands.

Tianhong nodded, leaned back on Yu Junqing's legs, resting his head on Sister Yu's lower abdomen, and then a kind of warmth slowly flowed into his cold heart.

"The little brat has been exhausted these days. I heard from the National Picture that he hasn't been serious for several days." Lige explained.

"Then let's sleep!" Yu Junqing gently stroked Tianhong's hair, and her gentle fingers passed through the messy hair, like a cow horn comb, fitting and comfortable.

Tianhong didn't say anything, but leaned against Sister Yu so quietly, and he really slowly closed his eyes. But he couldn't sleep at all. No matter how tired he was, the noise and grief came from the group of souls and ghosts in his ears, just like the first time he entered the ghost town after the war, without seeing it, and the sound was endless.

"King, the Dashe Sect has been cleared and the souls and ghosts have been counted. What are the plans for the next one?"

I don’t know how long it took, but Tianhong’s ears still heard the sound of his extreme desire to escape. However, this Mandarin with Henan flavor was still concise and to the point.

"Wang? What did you call him? When did my brother change his surname?" Dongzi, who was carrying out the treatment method, couldn't help but speak.

"Shh, let's just say a little bit, he just fell asleep." This was Yu Junqing's voice.

"This is a title that is on par with King Yan Luo, so you will change your surname! Do you have a brain?" Li Ge refuted.

Tianhong slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was Lu Yi, the captain of the second team, who was sweating profusely. He scratched his eyes, for fear that the existence of eye boredom would let the brothers see his fatigue and haggardness.

"How are you, brothers?"

"The King of Hui, most of the casualties were killed or injured. From the Fourth Team to the Eleventh Team, only the captain of the Seventh Team Wu Songliang was seriously injured and survived. The rest were the rest." Lu Yi choked up, "The rest were all killed, and the brothers were only more than 300. If the mercenaries who defected, there would be only 500."

Tianhong wiped his face and stood up on the spot: "Where is the oppressed soul?"

"There are more than seven thousand left."

"Aren't there a few million? Have you searched carefully in the Dashe Gate? No more?" Tianhong suddenly widened his eyes. The source of this news and Sotru's intelligence was too big.

Lu Yi shook his head: "Wang, there weren't so many souls at the beginning. Who did you hear? Before I was caught, I heard that there were still 200,000 to 300,000, but they were all eaten; rushed to the front line; sent to hell. When I came out, I only had 10,000, and only about 1,000 died in front of us. More than 1,000 were killed or treated as food."

"I was eaten again!" Tianhong gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger.
Chapter completed!