There is no repayment, and there is no suitable person to trust, so leave it to Miss Feng. Whether it is useful or useless, whether it is a blessing or a disaster, everything depends on fate!
If Miss Feng doesn’t want it, just forget about it!”
Qing Kuang was stunned for a moment, puzzled and asked with a frown:
"I wonder what your Majesty has entrusted..."
Nangong Lie just shook his head gently.book
"At the beginning of the founding of Nanzhao, a god predicted that Nanzhao would be destroyed hundreds of years later. Only a powerful man who traveled through time and space could use this thing to save Nanzhao...
Regardless of whether this person is Miss Feng or not, my wish is fulfilled at this moment."
Under the silent gaze of Ao Junxie, Nangong Jinsheng, and countless surrounding people and Nanzhao soldiers and civilians, Qing Kuang reached out and slowly took the bronze key from Nangong Lie's hand.
And in Nangong Jinsheng's arms, as the poisonous blood drained out, the last trace of life's fire in Nangong Lie's weak eyes finally reached the moment of burning out.
After putting down Nangong Lie's body, which was getting colder, Nangong Jinsheng stood there for a long time, his mind going blank.
In this battle, Nanzhao Kingdom lost most of its army, numerous civilian casualties, and all of his father and brother were killed. Only he survived. Nanzhao Kingdom was already dying.
Even so, after abandoning nearly half of the warriors in white, the Holy King and his remnants still broke through the siege and escaped from the Nanzhao Kingdom.
While Aojunxie ordered the army to clean up the battlefield and eliminate the hidden dangers of poison sources that the Miao poison masters might leave behind, he quickly dispatched elite soldiers to chase in the direction of the Miao territory.
At sunset, the smoke had cleared in the capital city of Nanzhao.
The bodies of the soldiers who died in Nanzhao and Fengyun armies have been quietly buried.
The once prosperous capital of Nanzhao has returned to deserted tranquility after experiencing a catastrophe.
Ao Junxie and Qing Kuang stood quietly at the top of the city. They looked towards the distance to the south, both of them silent.
In the palm of Qing Kuang's hand, a string of simple pearls and jade necklaces, illuminated by the twilight light, looked increasingly mysterious and contained infinite power.
For thousands of years, in the entire world, there are countless powerful and outstanding warriors who, in order to obtain it and unlock its secrets, have abandoned the light and turned to darkness, with their hands stained with the blood of their kind...
"Bluish Yellow Spring..."
Ao Junxie's eyes fell on the necklace in Qing Kuang's hand for a long time. He murmured its name and couldn't help but smile wryly and shake his head in self-mockery.
"Hmph... I have been searching for the magic weapon all over the world for more than ten years, but I never expected that it would be by my side all the time...
Qingkuang, if it weren't for this blue sky, I wouldn't have entered Slanta Academy, let alone know you!
Speaking of which, it really connected the fate between you and me."[
Qing Kuang smiled calmly.
"It's just... we still don't have the power to really get it..."
While he was talking, the sound of horse hooves was heard. He turned around and saw that it was the cavalry that had been sent to chase the remnants of the Temple of Light.
"Report to the prince..."
"What happened to the remnants of the Temple of Light?"
Before the cavalryman could speak in reply, Aojunxie asked impatiently.
"My subordinates are incompetent. The gang members of the Temple of Light are amazingly powerful and extremely fast. The Nanzhao border is full of mountains and the roads are difficult and dangerous. In the end, they were allowed to escape!"