Chu Yue lowered her eyes and stood there in silence for a long time.
A hundred-foot giant dragon soars into the sky.
Ye Mohan looked down at her, feeling her sadness and pain, but still didn't let go.
Because he knew that she was doing something, something that couldn't be disturbed.
Even though Ye Mohan was extremely impulsive and wanted to put on some clothes for her and hold her thin body in his arms, he still held it back.
a long time.
Chu Yue raised her head and took out Zai Linggui from Shennong's space.
The piercing sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling is like a hundred ghosts walking at night, and demons and monsters walking across the world, making a hair-raising sound.
She carefully held the carrying spirit in her hands, placed it lightly on her chest, and shouted hoarsely: "This is the imperial capital of Beizhou. I am a descendant of the Mu family and a military general. Now that the incompetent tyrant has been eliminated, all ancestors, I will give you a hundred thousand bets."
The heroes of the country, go back...home..."
Speaking of the last few words, Chu Yue's voice slowly became softer, fearful of disturbing the peace of the ancestors.
When the spirit returns home, the sound of howling ghosts disappears between heaven and earth.
I saw that the spirit in Chu Yue's palm slowly lost its red color from the blood full of resentment, and turned into a clean and holy light.
The hundreds of thousands of resentful spirits who gathered at the funeral home have been hating for sixty years, hoping that the truth will be revealed to the world, and finally let go of their old grudges.
Although Chu Yue couldn't see it, she seemed to be able to feel that one hundred thousand heroic souls had gone to the road of reincarnation.
Chu Yue's cheeks illuminated by the holy light seemed to be coated with a layer of silver, his pupils were gleaming with light, and two lines of hot tears flowed from his face.
She held the spirit in one hand and placed the palm of her right hand on her left chest.
——General Wu Ling of Beizhou, with the highest military courtesy, pays tribute to the 100,000 ancestors!
At this moment, not only she, but also the soldiers of the Agni Army, Beishen Guards, and the three major families could feel the departure and relief of the heroes of Dingguo.
That shocking feeling is difficult to describe in words.
at the same time.
The old patriarch leads the Northern Divine Guard.
Mushanhe leads the Fire Army.
Xiao Li, Tu Weiwei and Mu Jun.
These three armies, like Chu Yue, performed military rituals to send off the dead souls of Dingguo!
The Blood Protector held his sword and looked at this scene with confusion.
He said: "Every time I think she has given me the biggest shock, something even more shocking often happens. She seems to be omnipotent and omniscient."
"Yes, so the second child must be a little princess." Protector Bai said.
Blood Protector: "..." How did this fart-eating White Protector get into the position of Protector?
The Blood Protector frowned impatiently, and with sharp eyes he spotted Emperor Xia secretly watching in the corner of Mu Mansion.
He raised his eyes, swept over with his sword, leaned against the wall and said casually: "How about it, once our queen comes out, aren't the queens of other areas not worth mentioning?"
Master Xia said solemnly: "She has never even been to the Holy Domain. How can you be sure that the future Queen of the Domain will be her."
"If it wasn't her, could it be you?"
The Blood Protector rolled his eyes in disgust.
Master Xia, who wants to eat shit, will be finished sooner or later.
At this moment.
Not far away, Mu Xiangtian and others were packing their bags and planning to escape.
"Grandpa...are you still running away...?" Mu Youlan asked dully.
She never thought that in such a desperate situation, Ye Chuyue could counterattack an entire army.
"Escape from what?"
Mu Xiangtian threw the baggage in his hand to Mu Youlan: "I am a dignified elder of the Mu Mansion Celestial Clan, and I am bound to live and die with the Mu Mansion. Will he be that cowardly person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"
Mu Xiangtian held his head high and his chest high.
Of course, he never imagined that today's development would be so unexpected.
And he suddenly seemed to have opened up the Ren and Du channels, and all the hatred and unwillingness he had in the past disappeared.
After all, no matter how tough his old age is, can he survive the 90,000-year-old Red Eagle Lord?
Even Red Eagle Lord is no match for Ye Chuyue, how dare he hit an egg against a stone?
"I'm afraid Ye Chuyue will become even more complacent in the future."
Mu Chan gritted his teeth.
Mu Xiangtian glared: "What Ye Chuyue, that is your sister who is of the same blood as you. Don't show such an uneducated appearance in the future."
He thought, after Ye Chuyue fucked Red Eagle Lord, wouldn't he, Mu Xiangtian, be the second grandfather of the Beizhou Lord?
Thinking of this, Mu Xiangtian suddenly became ecstatic.
Mu Chan and Mu Youlan looked at each other, their jaws dropped to the ground in shock.
...
On the other side, Mrs. Tianhuang leaned on the sedan chair and half-squinted her eyes: "Why did Lord Red Eagle change his attitude towards Ye Chuyue so much? Sister? What sister? Lord Fengwu, do you know what this means?"
The Lord of Fengwu City frowned: "Ye Chuyue is quite weird. As far as I know, Red Eagle Lord is a rootless orphan and has never had a sister. However, he met someone in his early years and had one."
What the feelings are, I don’t know.”
Madam Tianhuang smiled disdainfully: "I know that Red Eagle Lord's Human Emperor Sword Technique comes from the Master of the Martial Arts Palace, but who is the Master of the Martial Palace Palace? Even if she, Ye Chuyue, knows the Human Emperor Sword Technique, can she still be the master of the Human Emperor Sword Technique?
Master of the Martial Arts Temple cannot succeed. Master of Fengwu City, is this possible?"
"Absolutely impossible."
Although the Lord of Fengwu City is suspicious and has deep thoughts, he will not think about it at all.
The Lord of the Martial Arts Temple is as famous as the Lord of One Hundred Demons.
In front of me, she is just a fledgling yellow-haired girl. At most, she has received some blessing from God.
But in front of the Lord of the Martial Arts Temple, he is not even worthy of carrying his shoes.
The Lord of Fengwu City glanced at Mrs. Tianhuang and said: "The Emperor of the Holy Realm is truly extraordinary and unfathomable. It is said that he is also a filial son. No matter how many years have passed, he will always remember his mother. Emperor Ye is really
Well done, Mrs. Tianhuang, you have a good son."
Mrs. Tianhuang became angry when she heard this.
In the past, Ye Mohan was indeed a filial son.
Even if he was asked to die, he would still have high expectations for her.
Now, ever since I met Ye Chuyue, I have completely ignored her.
How ridiculous!
Madam Tianhuang sneered coldly.
Lord Fengwu smiled when he saw that his goal was achieved.
Out of the corner of his eye, he looked behind him.
In the long street at night, no one noticed, a woman wearing a purple skirt and holding an oil-paper umbrella walked up.
The woman's features were as beautiful as a painting, and she raised her beautiful eyes from under the umbrella and looked at the man who was standing on the dragon's spine.
By this time, everything had settled.
Chu Yue properly stored the spirit and returned home, but suddenly found that her legs were a little weak and she was so exhausted that it was difficult to stand still.
This battle was not only tiring for the body, but also for the spirit and heart.
A long wind passed by.
A thick cloak was draped over her body.
Chu Yue looked forward, her eyes still red.
Ye Mohan stood in front of her, gathered her cloak, held her cold hand, and said softly: "Achu, I'm home."
Chu Yue's red lips raised slightly, and she broke into a smile. All her emotions dissipated into smoke the moment she saw him.
Ye Mohan led her through the deep night, under the full moonlight, into the mansion where the evening breeze was rising, and left this noisy place.