"Two thousand three hundred and forty-eight war horses died."
Li Canglang walked over with kraft paper, with 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.
The war horses are the soldiers' right-hand arm, and they accompanied them to fight south and north like brothers and went through thrilling dangers.
The departure of a horse will also make people reluctant and sad.
Qingge stood up, put on a cloak, stepped on the Blood Demon Flower, and swept into the air.
She held the Bang Ming King's Sword in her hand, her eyes were firm, and her eyes were stained with a thin layer of coldness.
She was as light as a swallow, and she was flying in the air, as if she was flying dragons, but she was holding a decisive aura of killing. She used her extremely terrifying spiritual power to bring the collapsed gravels together. The light of the white jade flashed, and the power of the snow spirit bead flowed silently, and a huge rock appeared in the air.
Qingge's mind moved, and a blood demon flower was embedded at the tip of the Mingwang Sword. Qingge controlled the Mingwang Sword and carved the beautiful and powerful font on the huge rock, and his body was constantly falling.
When the last word was finished, Qingge narrowed his eyes and the huge rock fell down, hitting the east side of the strange stone ridge, east, approaching the sun.
Qingge landed on the ground, facing the huge rock, and shook the Mingwang sword. The Blood Demon Flower on the tip of the Mingwang sword rushed out and embedded on the lower right side of the huge rock. A red flower, just like a blood lotus, bloomed in the south, bathed in the morning sun and bathed in the evening with a lingering cloud.
The setting sun shone on Qingge's face. She took the Ming Wang Dao back into the space bag and walked towards Li Canglang and others with a smile.
——I lost my army's horses, the spring city is no longer there, the birds sang and the remaining blood, I was sad and sad, and I burst into tears, how sad and how sad it is.
——Forty thousand heroes’ tears, relied on the souls of the dead.
Everyone's eyes fell on the huge rock, two lines of red characters were faintly elegant, dignified and majestic, with a great momentum, sweeping across thousands of troops like a sweeping mat, revealing the courage and courage of the person who wrote, which was definitely not comparable to those of ordinary people.
The sun sets, the earth is vast. At first glance, it looks like the desolate northern desert. Under the dark red fire clouds, a huge rock stands alone.
At that moment, the 40,000 soldiers were filled with feelings.
They looked at the woman who pretended to be free and easy, thinking about the wound on her back and the courage to get lava alone, and they felt that it would be really a happy thing to be able to play in the battlefield with such people in this life.
At night, Qingge leaned against the bonfire, playing with a nanmu box in his hand.
This nanmu box was sent by Yan Ruyu when she got engaged to Ji Yue. It was said that her mother had placed it on the Nanhuang National Master for her. However, during these days, Qingge tried all her best and could not open it without racking her brains.
I don’t know what is contained in this nanmu box.
Qingge shook his head, bright eyes and kindly put the nanmu box back into the space bag.
Now, her space bag is very crowded, with fire grass and immortal flowers piled up inside, and there are still 100,000 bones in the realm of nothingness. The little fox is somersaulting on the pile of bones, innocently curious and confused. However, the Crimson Thunder Snake became scared, and the snake body curled up on the killing blood wolf, making a hug gesture, trembling, which is very ridiculous.
Qingge smiled, and her face was as bright as peach blossoms, red and tender as she shone on the bonfire. She raised her head and looked at the bright moon in the sky, with her eyes weird and weird.
Her red lips twitched, and she murmured silently, "Great Elder, I'm not dead, are you very disappointed?"
At this time, outside the suburbs of the Beiyue Imperial Capital, in the dim house, the old man was covered in white hair, his skin was full of wrinkles, and the grey eyes were filled with filth in the world.
He sat in front of the table, with a fiery red wedding robe placed on the table with mahogany cloud patterns. He trembled and stretched out his hand, stroked the wedding robe, and curled a shocking smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Xi Shuang, you can't escape." Wuyu sneered.
Heavy and powerful footsteps sounded outside. Wu Yu was happy. He stood up and opened the door. The Black Demon Guard placed the snakeskin bag containing humans on the ground, and then walked out.
Wu Yu raised his white eyebrows, and it seemed that the plan was very successful.
Kill Li Fugui and rob Bixishuang.
But Ye Qingge is really not prepared at all?
Wuyu turned his head and looked down at the moving snakeskin bag, full of joy, squatted down, took the knife, cut the knotted rope, then threw the knife away, and opened the snakeskin bag to let the people inside breathe well.
The woman in the snakeskin bag had a small face blocked by her hair. Wuyu trembled with excitement and gently brushed off the black hair on the woman's face.
But when he saw the woman's face, the smile on Wuyu's face froze, the corners of his raised mouth collapsed, his eyes full of joy, full of anger and endless chill. This small space seemed to have become Senluo Purgatory in an instant.
The woman looked at Wuyu in panic.
"Who are you?" Wuyu's teeth choked.
The woman's face was pale and she kept shaking her head.
Wuyu clenched his hands tightly, suddenly grinned, stretched out his hands, held the woman's sky spirit cover, and the other hand tightly clamped the woman's delicate neck, and then suddenly exerted force. The woman's head was broken by him. Before he died, he stared and opened his mouth, still in a state of horror.
"Ye Qingge, you Ye Qingge!"
Wuyu was furious and sat on the chair. He looked at the wedding dress and robe in front of him, and seemed to feel a little dazzling. His hands were stretched out and he kept tearing the clothes. The sound of the clothes tearing was particularly clear in this deep night.
He said how could Ye Qingge sit and wait for death? It turned out that he had already replaced the pillars, which made him feel happy.
However, he tried his best to get Wei Shiling ambushed, but he didn't believe he couldn't kill her!
Wuyu's shoulders shaking, and the jade crown shattered at some point. The snow-white hair scattered, and the broken hair covered her eyebrows and eyes, making those eyes even more intimidating as if the gambler was at the end of the road.
Outside, the knock on the door sounded, Wu Yu returned to calm, and a crazy joy flashed in his eyes.
At this time, the person who reported the news must be here.
Ye Qingge, I want you to die without a place to bury you!
Wuyu stood up with a grim smile, but opened the door but was stunned. An Suyou outside the door looked like cold frost.
Wuyu frowned, "What are you doing?"
"The Great Elder in the confinement room disappeared. As President Jialan, shouldn't I care about the Great Elder?" An Suyou walked forward, entered the house, and sat down on the pear wooden chair calmly.
He looked at the wedding dress torn into pieces on the table, shook his head, then turned his head and faced Wuyu, "Wuyu, Ye Qingge is not dead."
"I'm not dead? How is that possible?" Wuyu frowned, his pupils cracked.
"Not only wasn't dead, but the Suzaku Formation was also cracked." An Suyou smiled and said, "How about it, don't admit defeat, my beloved disciple is amazing, right?" (To be continued)