Listening to the little girl's words, Shu Shu was shocked and asked, "Little girl, what do you mean? Your Highness let the other elves return to the Spirit Realm? Who will help him fight this war? Who else will help him?"

If he let all the elves return to the spiritual realm, then what will he use to fight the war with other countries? Will all the human beings be used? Human beings do not have any spiritual power, and not only will they not have an advantage in fighting, but it will also easily make the exhausted Qingqiu even worse. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The refugees they saw when they came were not made up, and the situation of so many refugees in Qingqiu must not be optimistic. Little Potato has always been a guy who reports good news but not bad news, and now it seems that Qingqiu's problem is even more serious than she imagined.

The little girl's mouth pouted and said: "I don't know how His Highness is now, anyway, he has already led the troops to fight, yesterday I also heard a sparrow elf say that His Highness may have been injured in order to save some soldiers, and I don't know how he was injured, I also said that I went to see His Highness in the past few days, but I don't know where he is now......

The little girl's eyes were full of admiration when she spoke, and it seemed that she also liked the glaze so she stayed and didn't leave, and the love in her eyes couldn't escape Shu Shu's eyes at all.

"Don't worry, little girl, Your Highness will be fine if you have your own heavenly blessing. It's not early, so you can go to sleep...... And thank you for dinner. ”

When Shu Shu entered the room with the food box, he had already begun to think about where to find the glaze. Originally, she thought that Mourning Glass should be in the capital, or here, but she didn't expect him to be in battle.

She told herself that as long as she was sure that the glass was okay and that the injury was not serious, she would take a look and leave, and she would never let him see her...... From the moment she heard the little girl talk about the injury of the glass, her heart hung unconsciously.

She wanted to see what was going on with the glass, and the thought kept spinning in her head, and even though there were a hundred reasons for her not to go, she could find a thousand reasons to go and see.

The night was getting darker. The surroundings became very quiet, Shu Shu sat at the log table and looked at herself in the bronze mirror, she turned into an old lady, and her wrinkles looked ugly.

She lay in bed two or three times and got up again. The night suddenly became very long, and she was a little overwhelmed, where did she go to find the dead glass?

Eventually, she reverted to her form and ran in the direction of the tent.

The moon hung over her head, watching her keep flying forward, and it only took a pillar of incense to fly with spiritual power from the capital to the tent, maybe more than a stick of incense.

Shuzhu began to search one place after another, and finally she was relieved when she saw Qingqiu's battle flag, this must be where the mourning glass is.

In the tallest tent, Shu Shu saw the glass who was looking at the map, she saw through the gap that the glass in the tent had a serious face, looking at the map and frowning slightly, he looked a lot haggard, and his original angular face was now a little more resolute.

It was already deep in the night, and one of his arms was wrapped in a white cloth, and there were faint blood stains on it.

It stands to reason that Mourning Glass can use spiritual power here, he can heal himself, how can there be blood stains? Could it be that the injury is very serious? Even spiritual power can't heal?

Shu Shu suddenly thought of Chu Lantian, it couldn't be the same injury as Chu Lantian, right? Shu Shu's heart kicked when he thought of this.

He was right in front of him, less than ten meters away from her. As long as she took a step forward, she could go in and see the person she had been thinking about day and night.

Listening to the little girl's words, Shu Shu was shocked and asked, "Little girl, what do you mean? Your Highness let the other elves return to the Spirit Realm? Who will help him fight this war? Who else will help him?"

If he let all the elves return to the spiritual realm, then what will he use to fight the war with other countries? Will all the human beings be used? Human beings do not have any spiritual power, and not only will they not have an advantage in fighting, but it will also easily make the exhausted Qingqiu even worse.

The refugees they saw when they came were not made up, and the situation of so many refugees in Qingqiu must not be optimistic. Little Potato has always been a guy who reports good news but not bad news, and now it seems that Qingqiu's problem is even more serious than she imagined.

The little girl's mouth pouted and said: "I don't know how His Highness is now, anyway, he has already led the troops to fight, yesterday I also heard a sparrow elf say that His Highness may have been injured in order to save some soldiers, and I don't know how he was injured, I also said that I went to see His Highness in the past few days, but I don't know where he is now......

The little girl's eyes were full of admiration when she spoke, and it seemed that she also liked the glaze so she stayed and didn't leave, and the love in her eyes couldn't escape Shu Shu's eyes at all.

"Don't worry, little girl, Your Highness will be fine if you have your own heavenly blessing. It's not early, so you can go to sleep...... And thank you for dinner. ”

When Shu Shu entered the room with the food box, he had already begun to think about where to find the glaze. Originally, she thought that Mourning Glass should be in the capital, or here, but she didn't expect him to be in battle.

She told herself that as long as she was sure that the glass was okay and that the injury was not serious, she would take a look and leave, and she would never let him see her...... From the moment she heard the little girl talk about the injury of the glass, her heart hung unconsciously.

She wanted to see what was going on with the glass, and the thought kept spinning in her head, and even though there were a hundred reasons for her not to go, she could find a thousand reasons to go and see.

The night was getting darker. The surroundings became very quiet, Shu Shu sat at the log table and looked at herself in the bronze mirror, she turned into an old lady, and her wrinkles looked ugly.

She lay in bed two or three times and got up again. The night suddenly became very long, and she was a little overwhelmed, where did she go to find the dead glass?

Eventually, she reverted to her form and ran in the direction of the tent.

The moon hung over her head, watching her keep flying forward, and it only took a pillar of incense to fly with spiritual power from the capital to the tent, maybe more than a stick of incense.

Shuzhu began to search one place after another, and finally she was relieved when she saw Qingqiu's battle flag, this must be where the mourning glass is.

In the tallest tent, Shu Shu saw the glass who was looking at the map, she saw through the gap that the glass in the tent had a serious face, looking at the map and frowning slightly, he looked a lot haggard, and his original angular face was now a little more resolute.

It was already deep in the night, and one of his arms was wrapped in a white cloth, and there were faint blood stains on it.