"No! Father!" Luo Wanqing's face was pale, and her glistening eyes were dark and empty.
She wanted to rush over to support Luo Cheng's body, but her legs felt like they were filled with lead and could not move at all, and her mind was blank.
"Miss! Let's go!" Yilan looked sad and kept waving her long sword to fight, preventing the enemy from approaching Luo Wanqing.
"Father..., puff..." Luo Wanqing spitted out a mouthful of blood, dyed her white veil red, moved her feet tremblingly, and walked towards Luocheng, who was lying in a pool of blood.
Xiahou looked at all this in disbelief. Luocheng died? His army was defeated?
"Your Highness, please order your retreat, otherwise the entire army will be wiped out." A general knelt down on one knee and said with a sad face.
"Retreat, withdraw..." Xiahou Jue was almost unable to stand steadily.
He still didn't believe that this scene was true. He was His Highness, the Supreme Prince of Dongyue, how could he be defeated?
The master general of the East Vietnam Army died in scattered eyes, and the scene of the corpses everywhere and blood flowing into a river was shocking, and they would become the corpses in it at any time.
"Qing'er, Qing'er..." Xiahou Jue immediately went over to hold her when he saw the fragile figure.
"Father, I want to see my father, father, he is there, I want to save him..." Luo Wanqing cried in grief, and the blood and tears wet her veil.
"Qing'er, go quickly, your father is dead!" Xiahou Jue's veins were exposed and he shouted loudly, almost crushing Luo Wanqing's wrist.
"No! No! Father will not die! Let go! I want to save my father..." Luo Wanqing screamed heart-wrenchingly.
"Miss, don't do this. Let's go. The general doesn't want to see you like this. The Luo family still needs you, so you can't have any trouble." Yilan couldn't help crying.
"No! I want to avenge my father! I want to kill her!" Luo Wanqing's eyes were full of sinisterness, as if she was going to tear the black silhouette on the huge rock in the distance.
The silhouette in the distance was facing away from the battlefield. I don't know if it was inaudible or unintentional loading, but she still didn't move, and the black horns with golden silk edges were slightly raised, leaving the world independent, looking at the flashing and darkness in the distance
Skyrim.
"Miss, let's go. Now is not the time to take revenge." Yilan fought all over, and the man killed the general. Miss was not the man's opponent.
"I want to kill her! I want her to die! Use her blood to sacrifice to my father's spirit in heaven!" Luo Wanqing's face was full of viciousness and shrillness.
The sad voice spread throughout the battlefield, lingering in the air like a curse, and did not dissipate for a long time.
In the ruins.
Hearing this, Nangong Chen trembled slightly and looked at Luo Wanqing with grief. He couldn't speak for a long time. From then on, goodbye will be the enemy.
Jing Ao had already slapped the powder on his body. Hearing this, he shook his head and sighed, which was destined to be grudges and revenge.
"Luo Wanqing, I will kill you now!" Wu Xin's eyes flashed with murderous intent, he raised his sword, and headed towards the battlefield.
"Wuxin, don't go, it's dangerous." Jing Ao quickly stopped Wuxin and advised.
"Get out!" Wuxin's beautiful eyes were erect and said coldly.
"Don't go, it's very dangerous..." Jing Ao looked entangled and couldn't find any excuses, so he looked at Nangong Chen for help.
Nangong Chen was unmoved, and the most complicated thing was him.
"Get out!" Seeing that Luo Wanqing was about to leave, Wuxin pushed Jing Ao away with a palm.
"Ahem, don't go, you can't beat Luo Wanqing, it's dangerous." Jing Ao didn't care about the pain in his chest, and pulled Wuxin's hand tightly, and refused to leave.
"Let go!" Wu Xin was extremely angry and raised his sword and chopped Jing Ao's claws without mercy.
Jing Ao was shocked and had to let go. For a moment, the two started fighting.