"Between the walls of the military aircraft area, there is a not-so-large space. It is here that the old man and the soul of a hundred thousand heroes have accompanied each other for sixty years."
"I am waiting for a unique genius and a savior."
"She has the tenacity of a general, the spirit of an emperor, and the kindness of a doctor."
"Only if one of these three is indispensable can justice be restored to the country."
"General..."
The old patriarch choked up.
At that time, he saw the dead man talking to Red Eagle Lord, but he did not cry.
Later, I stayed in the dark space of the military aircraft for sixty years, but I did not shed any tears.
But at this moment, the old patriarch gradually broke down in tears and became speechless.
Chu Yue solemnly patted the old patriarch on the shoulder: "Senior, this junior is both a descendant of Mu Mansion, General Wuling of the Military Aircraft Department, and one hundred thousand heroic souls of Dingguo. Each one of them is my ancestor. I will remember it."
This account."
"If it is really him, I want him to die without a burial place, to be buried with the soul of Mu Mansion, and to sacrifice the soul of the Dingguo Army in heaven."
"But if it weren't for him, we would never allow the people behind the scenes to watch the situation and enjoy the results."
What happened to her mother Zhenbei Army, Xuanyuan Qi, and Emperor Shenwu for many years made Chu Yue feel even more heavy.
Chu Yue said: "Old Patriarch, you have been hunted for ten months, and your martial body has been exhausted, but you can still see Red Eagle Lord silently and escape without a trace. This is too coincidental, maybe it is not
It’s a coincidence, it’s impossible to tell if someone arranged it deliberately. The old patriarch carefully recalled whether there were any weird things back then, such as the queen, the Nangong clan, and the Tianlang domain..."
"Sirius Territory has always disliked Mu Mansion."
The old patriarch said: "The name of Mu Mansion can be surpassed even by the Lord of Tianlang Territory. Nangong Xiong would come to Mu Mansion every day to pay his respects. As for the queen... there is one thing that I remembered.
"
"Senior, please let me know——"
Chu Yue bowed her hands.
The old patriarch looked at the wound on Chu Yue's back, helped Chu Yue sit down, poured another cup of tea for Chu Yue, and then spoke slowly:
"Although the queen is from the Nangong clan, she is an adopted daughter."
"I only found out by accident."
"She once went to the divine fortune teller clan and wanted to become a divine fortune teller, but she seemed to be kicked out because of the evil spirit."
"Later, she helped the Nangong clan calculate their luck, and then she established a foothold in Beizhou."
"This matter was mentioned by Nangong Xiong once during my years in the Military Aircraft Department."
The old patriarch said: "General, I didn't hear much of the conversation between the dead man and Red Eagle Lord. I'm not sure what they said to each other. Because the imperial army was patrolling, I was really exhausted and had to withdraw. But I can be sure.
What is true is that the dead man obeyed Lord Red Eagle’s words.”
Chu Yue lowered her eyes and thought carefully about the clues in the old patriarch's words.
The divine calculation clan......
Is it the ancient Xia tribe again?
It is said that the great Master Xia of the Holy Realm is also a young and promising divine fortune teller.
Perhaps, you can learn something from Emperor Xia?
"Old patriarch, leave this matter to me. In no time, everyone will be gathered together. You will know who is the wolf hiding behind the scenes."
Just as Chu Yue was about to clasp her fists and salute, she spat out a mouthful of blood.
The place where there is no nail is hurting.
In the past, when she was in a fierce mood at the Dongli battlefield, the wounds on her body did not open and nails were produced.
I'm afraid it has something to do with the memory I got from Nanjiao.
When the seal of the bloodline was opened, she could also see the inanimate nails that penetrated the body and soul.
Not only that, but there was also pain that I had not felt before.
In the future, she will have to move forward in pain without nails.
This is just the first nail.
As the blood seal continues to open, more and more nails will appear, and the pain will continue to deepen.
"General, what is going on? Why do you have to endure such pain?" The old patriarch burst into tears.
"Jie."
Chu Yue smiled: "Heavenly calamity."
No raw nails.
There is death and no life.
She headed towards the sun, taking a path of certain death.
It turns out that she had already become a great hero in countless dreams.
But dreams are like hallucinations, too unreal.
Therefore, she wanted to walk the path of heavenly calamity again.
Chu Yue lowered her eyes and sighed softly.
"Old patriarch, have you ever had a dream?" Chu Yue asked softly.
The voice is particularly soft.
Not as sonorous as before.
The old patriarch was stunned, and then replied: "I have done it before. In my dream, the soldiers of the Dingguo Army have returned in triumph, looking at the flag of Beizhou, and returned to this land."
"Will do."
Chu Yue smiled and said: "Dreams will come true."
Her dream came true.
The old patriarch can do it too.
"General, although I don't know where this disaster came from, you need to see a doctor. If your martial body is damaged, you will be even more embarrassed to face the ancestors of Mu Mansion after you die." The old patriarch said.
"I will."
Chu Yue said: "Old patriarch, please help me conceal the internal nailing incident, especially don't let the Mu family and... my husband know."
"My husband has already seen me, do you still want to pretend that you haven't seen me?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Chu Yue's pupils narrowed slightly and she looked back suddenly.
The man seemed to have just appeared in the teahouse. His tall figure blocked the dim light seeping from outside the bamboo curtain, casting a shadow on Chu Yue's body.
Ye Mohan was wearing a thick black robe, with a sullen expression on his face, and boundless anger and helpless pain arose in his eyes like purple stars.
His eyes reflected the shocking wounds that were so severe that one could see the bones.
You can see those damn nails looking like tarsal worms.
At this moment, Ye Mohan knew...
He once accidentally saw the wound on Chu Yue's back at the Zhan Zhan Academy. It was not a temporary hallucination, it was real.
"Your Excellency, are you the Night Emperor?" the old patriarch said.
Ye Mohan endured his anger and nodded, showing respect to the old man.
"Since His Majesty the Emperor is here, please trouble Your Majesty and take good care of the general." said the old patriarch.
"Old senior, don't worry, leave it to me."
Ye Mohan stepped out, no matter how angry he was, he swallowed it down.
The true power was poured into Chu Yue's back as if it was free of money.
The continuous flow of real power is like a landslide and a tsunami, tens of millions of times more than what was delivered before.
"Pillow! Stop!"
Chu Yue noticed Ye Mohan's madness and said abruptly: "I'm fine."
If the true power is transferred like this, it will damage Ye Mohan's vitality and martial body.
Ye Mohan blocked her lips and bit her fiercely as if to punish her.
Chu Yue was in pain, but she still wanted to stop the irrigation and transmission of true power.
Ye Mohan picked her up by the waist, looked down at her, and said dumbly: "Ah Chu, I am hurting with you because of my husband."
Chu Yue stopped, stunned, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked at Ye Mohan in astonishment.
Tears gathered in the red eyes and did not fall for a long time.
How lucky she is to be able to meet her pillow again and again.
"I don't feel pain." Chu Yue choked up.
"I hurt." Ye Mohan said.
Chu Yue opened her mouth, but lowered her eyelashes, and two lines of tears flowed down.