Covering her face, her eyes became confused and hollow, and she couldn't even shed a tear. Nangong Feihong was a little confused, what was going on?
Doesn't his father love him the most? But now, why does his father still beat him? Why must he force himself to marry someone he doesn't even know?
And Nangong Zhengfeng looked at Nangong Feihong with such a stupid look, and felt even more angry. So Nangong Zhengfeng said to the guard at the door: "Watch the young lady, she is not allowed to go
Anywhere." After that, he threw up his sleeves and left.
And here, after recuperating, Nangong Wenchu looked at the current situation and really didn't know whether he should smile bitterly or what he should do.
Among the five people, two were seriously injured and completely lost their combat effectiveness, and two others had old injuries that had not healed. Only the intact Emperor Xiutian was left, and he didn't know what kind of difficulties and obstacles he would face.
Nangong Wenchu took out the fragments he got in the battle and placed them on the ground. One of them was as big as two. These four fragments had different attributes and emitted different lights on the ground, making them look particularly beautiful.
It's touching. But in Nangong Wenchu's eyes, it is indeed foggy, full of unknowns and confusion.
What do these fragments indicate, and when will this battle end? The battle at dawn has no choice. They have no other choice but to let Emperor Xiutian go to the sky. Only Emperor Xiutian is still a intact fighting force.
However, the four injured people and Di Xiutian, who was fighting independently, did not even know whether the God of fate would favor all five of them at the same time. If anything went wrong, death would be waiting for them.
In his past life, Nangong Wenchu had never felt so close to death as he did at this moment. Now the god of death seemed to have been standing beside the five of them, holding the sickle in its hand high, ready to attack them at any time when they were relaxed.
When the time comes, harvest the life of one of them.
And they have no other choice but to cheer up and resist death through cooperation and sacrifice.
This realization makes Nangong Wenchu feel a little crazy. The unknown future, the battle that is difficult to control, the search without knowing the direction, and the fruitless results. All of these make Nangong Wenchu feel that the future is so unpredictable.
And every step forward is dyed red with the blood of comrades and enemies.
This kind of life makes people feel tired from the bottom of their hearts.
Nangong Wenchu sighed and threw the four fragments in his hand on the map as if he was a little frustrated, feeling that everything was completely clueless.
Helian Shuiruo wiped over quietly, picked up the fragments dropped by Nangong Wenchu, and asked softly: "Hey, Nangong Wenchu, what's wrong with you?"
Raising his scarlet eyes, Nangong Wenchu looked at Helian Shuiruo in front of him and said: "There are five of us. Now, you and Feng Muran have lost their combat effectiveness and are seriously injured. Lin Yinfeng and I have not recovered from our old injuries."
, I could only barely keep myself from falling behind. Only Di Xiutian was not injured..."
Nangong Wenchu glanced in Di Xiutian's direction again, and then continued: "I was afraid that Di Xiutian would be under too much pressure, so I wanted to formulate a relatively reliable battle plan... But..."
Holding his head in frustration, Nangong Wenchu was a little depressed: "