The next day, as the morning light faded, the massacre army returned!
Qingge and Elder Yu went to greet him.
She supported Elder Yu, who was hunched over and leaning on a cane, and stood at the gate of the city, watching the endless group of people approaching slowly.
Three generals, Li Canglang, led the team.
Qingge was in a daze, thinking that if all the more than 20,000 troops were contracted with high-level magical beasts, then she would not be afraid even if they fight against the vampires.
The blood is boiling, ready to stir.
"Little master, we are back." Li Canglang clasped his hands in fists.
Qingge nodded slightly, with a flash of hatred in his eyes, and said: "Admiral Liu Hu's body was placed in an ice coffin, and will be cremated when the brothers of the Massacre Army come back."
Hearing this, several generals were filled with grief. Fortunately, they did not lose control.
They have been on the battlefield to kill the enemy for so many years, and how many brothers who have been through life and death have died in front of them...
"Today at noon, he will be cremated. I have already made arrangements. In this season, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, so he will be cremated in the peach blossom forest outside the city. As for his ashes, they will be scattered into the sea as he wished."
Qingge said: "A few days ago, I have discussed with the current Holy Master that we will build an ancestral hall in the peach blossom forest. The soldiers who died in the far north will have spiritual tablets to comfort their spirits in heaven.
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"Little Master——" Li Canglang, who had always been upright and upright, was a little choked up at this moment.
Speaking of the Slaughter Army, the most important thing to people is just a few generals. The common people can't remember the names of other soldiers. They are just small soldiers, and they will die when they die.
But Ye Qingge wants to imprint the names of thousands of people on spiritual tablets and place them in the ancestral hall so that people can remember these heroes.
She has done enough.
At noon, in the peach forest outside the city, Xiao Rufeng and Qingge stood on both sides of Elder Yu's body, supporting the old man and looking at the wooden frame not far away in silence.
Lying on the wooden frame was a mummy that was unrecognizable and miserable, and vaguely visible was the mighty and strong man, General Liu Hu of the Slaughter Army.
Behind Qing Ge were the remaining three generals and more than 20,000 massacre troops.
General Li Canglang brought a torch and handed it to Qingge. Qingge lit the wooden frame, and the fire broke out and swallowed up the mummy. Qingge held the torch in one hand and put it on his chest reverently with the other. He bent his upper body and said deeply
He bowed and bowed.
Others, as well.
Qingge gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on the torch. Scarlet flames suddenly burst out from her palms, eroding the torch until nothing was left.
If it weren’t for Ming Qianjue, if it wasn’t for Mei Qingchen, if it wasn’t for Lan Wuxin, if it wasn’t for the Blood Clan!
Her brave warriors would not have died so miserably!
Buried in a foreign land!
Qingge gritted her teeth in hatred. At that moment, the strong hatred accumulated in her heart burst out crazily. The mental power in Lei Chao, accompanied by this hatred, strangled in the sky, and saw the entire peach blossom forest.
, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and all the peach trees are bare.
Everyone looked at Qing Ge with confusion.
Xiao Rufeng patted his shoulder solemnly and said, "Qingge, you don't need to blame yourself, it's not your fault."
"It's not my fault?" Qingge suddenly raised her eyes, "Rufeng, I don't blame myself. I have a clear conscience. I have done everything I should do, but I hate it. I hate that I am unable to protect the old army left by my father.
, protect these soldiers who sacrifice their lives for righteousness!"
One word after another, it squeezed out from between the teeth.
Heartbreaking!
Xiao Rufeng opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Qingge's words brought tears to the eyes of the soldiers of the Slaughter Army. They went through life and death outside, with their heads tied to their belts. They had no mothers-in-law at home, and were lonely and helpless, with only the camaraderie of comrades.
These people are so upright and simple. If you treat them sincerely, they will treat you sincerely.
Li Canglang said happily: "Being able to follow my little master is a blessing for the Slaughter Army."
At first, Ye Jingfeng only cared about his brotherhood with Beiyue Emperor, but ignored that Beiyue Emperor would attack the massacre army.
Ye Qingge is a completely different person from Ye Jingfeng. She treats the Slaughter Army like a protector. She will go crazy when someone dies and will not let go. She will chase her enemies thousands of miles away.
For a soldier, it is truly a blessing to be able to follow such a leader.
In the evening, after Qingge settled down the massacre army, he returned to Fengyu Pavilion.
Tonight is a critical moment. Starting from the afternoon, Fuxi and Wuyou have joined forces to invite the guardians of the nine realms.
Qingge opened the door and walked into the bedroom tiredly. When she raised her eyes, she saw a man sitting on her bed. The man was dressed in black, tightly sewed, with thin-skinned noble silk gloves on his hands, and a hood on his head.
He was wearing a cloak, and his face could not be seen clearly under the cloak.
"Fen Que." Qing Ge frowned.
Although she didn't have any friendship with Fen Que, Fen Que had spoken for her in front of the vampires at the foot of Snow Girl Mountain, and at least she still had a good impression of her now.
Fen Que jumped down from the bed, raised his hand to lift off his cloak, glanced at Qingge, and said with a smile: "Miss Ye, I have come all the way here, why don't you have a cup of scalding hot tea?"
"If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. If nothing happens, get out." Qing Ge said lightly. She really had no interest in people from the Vampire Clan.
Fen Que: "..." Why is this woman becoming more and more cruel?
Fen Que coughed dryly and said, "Lan Wuxin is not dead."
Hearing the sound, Qingge's fingers felt cold. As expected, she had expected that even if it penetrated Lan Wuxin's left atrium, the ancestor of the blood clan could still save her.
The Vampire Clan is indeed a mysterious and powerful organization.
"Lan Wuxin's heart is different from that of ordinary people. It grows on the right side." Fen Que said.
Qing Ge bit her silver teeth into pieces. She had calculated everything, but it was a mistake.
Qing Ge walked over, sat down at the table, picked up a teapot, and casually threw it to Fen Que, "The best West Lake Longjing is at your advantage."
Fen Que: "..." Is this how she treats visitors?
Who drinks tea from the pot like this?
Fen Que coughed a few times, then he picked up the teapot and drank it with a look of death, only to spit it out.
This is fucking overnight tea!
It’s all gone rancid!
Fen Que's mouth and eyes twitched, and he looked at Qing Ge with a pale face, "You definitely did it on purpose."
"Doesn't it taste good?" He sang innocently.
Fen Que threw the teapot back, "You will know after you drink it whether it tastes good or not."
Qingge put the teapot on the table as it happened, "Oh~ I remembered, it was tea from seven days ago. That little girl Yinlan is really getting lazy and doesn't throw it away."
It's not that Yinlan is lazy, it's that too many things have happened during this period. It's easy to forget about replacing tea.
However, when Fen Que heard this, his face turned dark.
When he learned that the girl had become king, he rushed over to congratulate her, and she served her a pot of tea that was made seven days ago?
How tragic!
Moreover, she looked carefree, as if she was saying that it would be fine if I could give you a drink, but she was still picky.
Fen Que expressed that he wanted to cry but had no tears.