"Two thousand three hundred and forty-eight horses died."
Li Canglang came over with the brown paper in hand, a look of sadness on his face.
Qingge pursed her lips. Compared to the heavy casualties, more than a thousand war horses were acceptable, but she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.
War horses are the right-hand arms of soldiers, accompanying them like brothers through thrilling battles in the north and south.
The passing of a horse will also make people reluctant and sad.
Qing Ge stood up, put on his cloak, stepped on the Blood Demon Flower, and flew into the air.
She held the Sky-Breaking King Sword in her hand, her eyes were firm and tinged with a thin layer of coldness.
She was as light as a swallow, soaring in the air like a flying dragon, but with a decisive and killing momentum. She used extremely powerful and terrifying spiritual power to gather the collapsed rubble together, white jade
The light flashed, the power of the Snow Lingzhu flowed silently, and a huge boulder appeared in the air.
Qingge's mind moved, and a Blood Demon Flower was embedded in the tip of the Mingwang Sword. Qingge controlled the Mingwang Sword and carved beautiful and powerful fonts on the boulder while his body continued to slide down.
When the last word was written, Qing Ge narrowed his eyes, and the boulder suddenly fell down, hitting the east side of the strange stone ridge, close to the sun.
Qingge fell to the ground, turned his back to the boulder, and swung the Mingwang Sword. The Blood Demon Flower on the tip of the Mingwang Sword rushed out and was embedded in the lower right side of the boulder. A red flower, just like a blood lotus, bloomed in the south.
In the dark, bathe in the rising sun in the morning and the remaining clouds in the evening.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Qingge's face. She put the Mingwang Sword back into her space bag and walked towards Li Canglang and others with a smile.
——It is painful to lose our army's horses, the spring city is no longer there, the birds are crying and the blood is left, the sorrow is overwhelming, the tears are flowing freely, it is sad, painful and regretful.
——Forty thousand tears of heroes save the souls of the dead.
Everyone's eyes fell on the huge stone. The two lines of red letters were vaguely delicate, dignified and majestic, with great momentum, sweeping across thousands of armies like a rolling mat, revealing the courage and courage of the person who wrote the pen, which is definitely not comparable to that of others.
The sun sets in the west, and the earth is pale. At a glance, it looks like the desolate desert in the desert. Under the dark red burning clouds, a huge stone stands alone.
At that moment, the hearts of the 40,000 soldiers were filled with unknown emotions.
They looked at the woman who was pretending to be free and easy, thinking about the injuries on her back and her courage to dive into the magma alone, and they felt that it would be a joy to play the battlefield with such a person in this life.
At night, Qing Ge leaned against the campfire and played with a nanmu box in his hand.
This nanmu box was sent by Yan Ruyu when she was engaged to Ji Yue. It was said that her mother had placed it at the Nanhuang Imperial Master's house and prepared it for her. However, in these days, Qing Ge tried her best to let her rack her brains.
Can't open it.
I don’t know what is contained in this nanmu box.
Qing Ge shook his head, with bright eyes, and put the nanmu box back into the space bag.
Now, her space bag is very crowded, with fire-gathering grass and immortal flowers piled inside. There are also hundreds of thousands of bones in the realm of nothingness. The little fox somersaults on the mountains of bones, innocently curious and confused, but Jiang Lei
The snake became frightened, and its body curled up on the killing blood wolf, making a hugging gesture, shivering, which was very ridiculous.
Qingge smiled, her face illuminated by the bonfire was like a peach blossom, red and delicate. She raised her head and looked at the bright moon in the sky, her eyes were eerie and strange.
Her red lips twitched and she murmured silently, "Great Elder, are you disappointed that I'm not dead?"
At this time, in the dim house on the outskirts of Beiyue Imperial City, the old man had white hair, his skin was full of wrinkles, and his gray eyes hid the filth of the world.
He sat in front of the table, with a fiery red wedding robe placed on the mahogany cloud-patterned table. He stretched out his trembling hand and touched the wedding robe, and a startling smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Xishuang, you can't escape." Wu Yu sneered.
There were heavy and powerful footsteps outside. Wu Yu was overjoyed. He stood up and opened the door. The Black Demon Guard placed the snakeskin bag containing the person on the ground and walked out.
Wu Yu raised his gray eyebrows. It seemed that the plan was going very successfully.
Kill Li Fugui and rob Bi Xishuang.
But, is Ye Qingge really not defensive at all?
Wuyu turned his head and looked down at the snakeskin bag that was still moving. Filled with joy, he squatted down, took the knife, cut the knotted rope, threw the knife away, opened the snakeskin bag, and let out the contents inside.
People breathe easily.
The woman in the snakeskin bag had a small face covered by black hair. Wu Yu reached out his hand, trembling with excitement, and gently brushed the black hair from the woman's face.
Just when he saw the woman's face, the smile on Wu Yu's face froze, the raised corners of his mouth dropped, and his eyes were full of joy, full of anger and endless chill. This small space seemed to have become a dark purgatory for an instant.
The woman looked at Wu Yu in panic.
"Who are you?" Wu Yu gritted his teeth.
The woman's face turned pale and she kept shaking her head.
Wu Yu clenched his hands tightly, grinned suddenly, stretched out his hands to clasp the woman's Tianling Cap, and held the woman's delicate neck tightly with the other hand, and then made a sudden force, a clicking sound was heard, and the woman's head was just like that.
He gave up. Before he died, he stared and opened his mouth, still in a state of panic.
"Ye Qingge, you are such a good Ye Qingge!"
Wu Yu was furious and sat down on a chair. He glanced at the wedding dress in front of him and seemed to find it a bit dazzling. He stretched out his hands and tore the clothes continuously. The sound of the tearing fabric was particularly clear in this deep night.
He said how could Ye Qingge just sit there and wait for death? It turned out that Ye Qingge had already changed things and made him happy in vain.
However, he tried so hard to ambush Qishiling, but he didn't believe he couldn't kill her!
Wu Yu's shoulders shook, and the jade crown broke into pieces at some point, and his snow-white hair fell down, covering his brows, making his eyes even more frightening like a gambler at the end of his rope.
Outside, there was a knock on the door. Wuyu regained his composure, and a look of crazy joy flashed in his eyes.
At this moment, the person who reported the news must have arrived.
Ye Qingge, I want you to die without a burial place!
Wu Yu stood up with a grin, and when he opened the door, he was stunned. An Suyou outside the door had a frosty face.
Wu Yu frowned, "What are you doing here?"
"The great elder in the solitary room has disappeared. As Dean Jialan, shouldn't I care about the great elder?" An Suyou walked forward, entered the house, and sat down on the pear wood chair calmly.
Down.
He looked at the wedding dress torn into pieces on the table, shook his head, and then turned his head to face Wu Yu, "Wu Yu, Ye Qingge is not dead."
"Not dead? How is that possible?" Wu Yu frowned, his pupils cracked.
"Not only did he not die, he also cracked the Suzaku Formation." An Suyou said with a smile: "How about it, accept defeat or not, my beloved disciple is powerful, right?"