Nangong Yueyao ran back to her place of residence at the fastest speed she had ever run in her life. She closed the wooden door and leaned on the door tiredly. Nangong Yueyao felt that her heart was about to jump out. She pressed her chest with all her strength.
It seems that this can calm me down a little, and that my heart won't beat so fast.
"I'm scared to death. Feng Muran shouldn't be able to see me. The light is so dim. No, no. I hid so fast. He must not have seen me. It seems that I need to pay more attention to him tomorrow.
I can't let him see me again!" Nangong Yueyao comforted herself desperately, soothing her heart.
At night, the normally evil and Shura-like prince Feng Muran, the indifferent young master of the temple Lin Yinfeng, the evil young master of the Lanyin Sect Di Xiutian and the gentle Nangong Wenchu all became very serious at this moment.
. They gathered around a table, and the whole atmosphere became solemn and tense. The air seemed to be tense, as if if something went wrong here, the whole room would collapse and cannot be repaired.
"Tomorrow... let's change our strategy." Nangong Wenchu spoke up first, breaking the silence in the room.
"Well, I guess after today's battle, the soldiers of our army finally mustered up their confidence, but now... they don't want to fight anymore." Lin Yinfeng frowned,
He said with a worried look.
"Pfft!" A sudden sound of a fist hitting the table startled everyone present. Feng Muran stood up with an angry look on his face, his eyes firm and decisive.
"How could you do this! We are all fighting, working hard, and fighting for what we think is important. Each of our soldiers is also fighting for their homes, relatives, friends, or even
Some are fighting for us!
They follow us because they trust us. They go through life and death, regardless of their own lives, walking on the front line, living every day without tomorrow. They haven't given up yet, how can we give up first! Do we deserve them?
?Are you worthy of your family?"
Feng Muran stood and said all this with an indignant look on his face, his face turned red from holding back, the anger was clearly visible in his eyes, and the green stems on his body were already protruding, as if he was ready for war at any time.
The disguised Nangong Yueyao had been hiding at the door from the beginning of the meeting and peeking through the crack of the door to watch the progress and situation of the meeting. Just now, Feng Muran suddenly stood up and loudly reprimanded everyone present, which scared Nangong Yueyao.
The jump caused Nangong Yueyao to almost fall backwards.
But then I calmed down and thought about it. Although Feng Muran was just scolding them, what he said was not unreasonable. On the surface, he just got angry and scolded everyone to vent his anger. But think about it, after listening to his words, what he said today
The depressed mood due to the heavy casualties suffered by our army seemed to have dissipated in an instant. What followed was a renewed vigor, expectations for tomorrow's war, and determination and confidence in being able to defeat the Demon King tomorrow.
"Haha, on the surface, I'm just cursing and venting, but in fact, I'm encouraging everyone not to lose confidence. However, it's really yours." Emperor Xiutian smiled evilly, lying on the table and winking at Feng Muran.
This pointed out Feng Muran’s intentions.
"Hmph, I didn't think so deeply. I just couldn't stand the ugly appearance of your clothes when you lost confidence.