The next day, the morning light was dim and the massacre army was back!
Qingge and Elder Yu went to greet each other.
She stood at the city gate, watching the endless team of people coming slowly.
Li Canglang, the three generals, led the team.
Qingge was in a daze and thought, if these more than 20,000 troops had contracted high-level monsters, then she would not be afraid even if she fought against the blood clan.
The boiling blood is ready to move.
"Little master, we are back." Li Canglang clasped his fists with his hands.
Qingge nodded slightly, a hint of hatred flashed in his eyes, and said, "General Liu Hu's body is placed in the ice coffin, and he will be cremated when the brothers of the massacre army come back."
Hearing this, several generals were deeply saddened, but fortunately, they did not lose control.
They went to the battlefield to kill the enemy and practiced outside for so many years, and how many brothers who had been through life and death died before their eyes...
"It will be cremated at noon this day. I have asked someone to arrange it. Now in this season, the peach blossoms are in full bloom. Let's cremate in the peach blossom forest outside the city. As for the ashes, as he wishes, they will be scattered into the sea."
Qingge said: "Sometimes ago, I have discussed with the current emperor that a ancestral hall would be built in the peach blossom forest. The soldiers who died in the far north all have spirit cards to comfort their spirits in heaven.
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"Little Master--" Li Canglang, who has always been upright, was a little choked at this moment.
When it comes to the massacre army, the most important thing is the generals and the names of other soldiers, the people cannot remember. As a result, the little soldiers are just dead.
But Ye Qingge wanted to label the names of those thousands of people in spirit cards and place them in the ancestral hall to make people remember these heroes.
She has done well enough.
At noon, in the peach trees outside the city, Xiao Rufeng and Qingge stood on both sides of Elder Yu's body, holding the old man, silently looking at the wooden frame not far away.
On the wooden stand, there was a mummy corpse that was beyond recognition. It was vaguely visible to the mighty man, Liu Hu, the general of the massacre army.
Behind Qingge are the remaining three generals and more than 20,000 massacre troops.
Admiral Li Canglang brought the torch and handed it to Qingge. Qingge lit the wooden stand. The fire blew up and swallowed the mummy. Qingge held the torch with one hand and the other hand devoutly placed it on his chest, leaning down his upper body, deeply
A bowing ceremony was given.
Others, so.
Qingge gritted his teeth and clenched the torch. A scarlet flame suddenly burst out from his palm, eroding the torch and having nothing.
If it wasn't Ming Qianjue, if it wasn't Mei Qingchen, if it wasn't Lan Wuxin, if it wasn't the blood clan!
Her brave soldiers would not die so miserably!
Bury bones in a foreign land!
Qingge gritted his teeth with hatred. At that moment, the strong hatred accumulated in his heart burst out wildly. The spiritual power in the thunder nest, accompanied by this hatred, strangled in the sky, but saw the entire peach blossom forest.
,The peach blossoms are flying, and all the peach trees are bare.
Everyone looked at Qingge in complexity.
Xiao Rufeng solemnly patted his shoulder and said, "Qingge, you don't need to blame yourself, it's not your fault."
"Isn't the fault?" Qingge suddenly raised his eyes, "Rufeng, I didn't blame myself. I have a clear conscience. I have done everything I should do, but I hate it, I hate it, I don't have the ability to protect the old subordinates left by my father.
, protect these soldiers who sacrifice their lives for justice!”
Word by word, squeezed out from the teeth.
Heart-wrenching!
Xiao Rufeng opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.
Qingge's words made the soldiers of the massacre army burst into tears. They were living and dying outside, tied their heads to their belts. There was no wife at home, and they were lonely and helpless, only with comrades.
These people are so honest and simple. If they treat them sincerely, they will definitely return them sincerely.
Li Canglang said with relief: "Being able to follow the little master is a blessing for the massacre army."
At that time, Ye Jingfeng only cared about his brotherhood with the Northern Yue Emperor, but ignored that the Northern Yue Emperor would attack the massacre army.
Ye Qingge is a completely different person from Ye Jingfeng. She treats the massacre army like protecting a calf. She will be crazy if she dies, and she will not be willing to let go of her. She will chase and kill her enemies from thousands of miles away.
For soldiers, it is really a blessing to be able to follow such a commander.
In the evening, Qingge settled the massacre army and returned to Fengyu Pavilion.
Tonight is a critical moment. From the afternoon, Fuxi and Wuyou joined forces to invite the Guardians of the Nine Realms.
Qingge pushed open the door and walked into the bedroom tiredly. When he raised his eyes, he saw a man sitting on his crib. The man was dressed in black, tightly sewn, wearing thin leather noble ink silk gloves on his hands, and covering his head
He was wearing a cloak, and under the cloak, he couldn't see his face clearly.
"Fining Que." Qingge frowned.
Although she had no friendship with Fenque, at the foot of the Snow Girl Mountain, Fenque spoke to her in front of the blood clan, at least she still has a good impression of her now.
Fenque jumped off the bed, raised his hand and lifted his cloak, glanced at Qingge, and said with a smile: "Miss Ye, I'm here thousands of miles away. Wouldn't I come here with a cup of hot tea?"
"Speak quickly if you have something to do, get out if you have nothing to do." Qingge said lightly. She really couldn't be interested in the people of the blood clan.
Fenque: "..." Why is this woman getting more and more cruel?
He coughed dryly and Fen Que said, "Lan Wuxin is not dead."
Hearing the sound, Qingge felt a chill between her fingers. She really realized that even though it penetrated Lan Wuxin's left atrium, the blood clan ancestor still had a way to save her.
The blood clan is indeed a mysterious and powerful organization.
"Lan Wuxin's heart is different from ordinary people, and it grows on the right side." Fen Que said.
Qingge bit her silver teeth and made a lot of calculations, but she was a mistake.
Qingge walked up, sat down at the table, picked up a teapot, and threw it at Fenque casually, "The best West Lake Longjing, you're cheap."
Fenque: "..." Is this how she treats visitors?
Which one drinks tea in a pot like this?
Fenque coughed a few times, then he held up the teapot and raised his head and drank it, but he spit it out in one mouthful.
This is the fucking overnight tea!
All went bad!
Fenque's mouth and eyes twitched, and his face looked like a dish, "You definitely did it on purpose."
"Isn't it delicious?" Qingge looked innocent.
Fenque threw the teapot back, "Will you know if it's good or not?"
Qingge put the teapot on the table naturally, "Oh~ I remembered that it was the tea from seven days ago. Yinlan's little girl is getting lazy and not poured out."
It’s not that Yin Lan is lazy, it’s because too many things have happened during this period. If you forget about replacing tea, you will forget it.
However, when Fenque heard this, his face turned dark.
He learned that the girl had ascended the throne and rushed to congratulate her, so she gave her a pot of tea from seven days ago?
It's so miserable!
Moreover, she looked careless, as if she was saying, "It's better to give you some drinks, but she's still picky."
Chapter completed!