Wei Xi sneered, "If the Beichen royal family is so favored by the heavens, how can they end up with no place to be buried?"

When Beichen was destroyed, the imperial tombs of more than a dozen emperors were dug up and smashed by angry people, the bones in the coffins were dragged out and whipped, and all kinds of burial goods were robbed clean. Except for Huang Song, the descendants of the Beichen royal family escaped, and none of the others ended well. Is this a "god favor"? The myth of gods and ghosts is nothing but a fabrication made up by those stupid people to scare themselves.

Wei Xi persuaded himself like this, and he also tried to use these words to persuade others, but Nie Liang was silent for a long time after hearing this.

He sneered and said indifferently, "No matter what kind of witchcraft Liu Xi uses to perform such a show, her purpose has been achieved." ”

The Nie army almost lost its will to fight, and the soldiers only knew how to turn around and flee, crowding and trampling on people, chaotic and disorderly.

As a result, the enemy suffered few casualties, and they lost 40,000. With 40,000 casualties, there was hardly any decent resistance, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and the enemy only had to repeat the action of swinging his sword. Thinking of this, Nie Liang's already blue face added to the dead silence.

"Newspaper—"

At that moment, the voice of the herald broke the silence in the tent.

Wei Xi didn't dare to let Nie Liang read the battle report directly, lest it be bad news and anger Nie Liang's body.

"See, tell me again. ”

Nie Liang understood his eyes, and a weak smile appeared on the corner of his lips, not so much to trust Wei Chen, but to appease him.

Because of his dilapidated body, Wei Xi is already a frightened bird.

Wei Xi took the secret report and took a closer look, and everyone secretly looked at his face with their spare eyes, so as to guess whether it was good news or bad news.

As soon as they saw Wei Chen's brows furrowed and his knuckles turned white from the exertion, they knew that it was bad food, and it was definitely bad news.

Nie Liang sighed and stretched out his hand to signal Wei Xi to report the secret to him.

It doesn't matter if it's good news or bad news, he always knows.

"My lord—" Wei Xian resisted for the first time, behaving arrogantly, "This news-"

He wanted to speak and stopped, but Nie Liang didn't force it, so he said, "If you don't show me, then you can relay it, is it possible that there is worse news?"

Wei Xi took a deep breath, his eyes slightly red.

Liu Xi sent his general Fu Wang to crusade against Yang Tao, and after a while, someone called himself a mountain ghost and offered him the magic of shipbuilding. ”

They were already under a lot of pressure, and the whole army was panicked, and they didn't dare to confront the son of destiny appointed by God, and now there was another "mountain ghost descending into the world to grant shipbuilding magic", which was tantamount to making matters worse for Nie Liang and others, but - this is not over.

Nie Liang's hand on the mat tightened hard, trying to suppress the sharp pain rising in his chest, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out.

He slowed down for a while, and everyone noticed that his eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs seemed to be about to come out of the frame, which was extremely frightening.

"What's more? It's not just that, isn't it? What's more, to put it bluntly, can I still be angry with her!"

Nie Liang knows a lot about this dear friend.

If it was just such bad news, how could he have red eyes.

"My lord......" Wei Chen's lips fluttered for a long time, as if he was hesitant to say it, but finally he said it, he almost choked up, "The secret report said...... The god fell into a dream and told Liu Xi...... Inform Liu Xi that the number of years of the lord's life is not enough to count, so it is not enough to worry......"

The number of human lifespans is 12 years and 100 days.

Nie Liang's eyes widened, like a stranded goldfish, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and he vomited a mouthful of red and black blood.

Everyone was so frightened that they didn't dare to squeak, Wei Xi and Nie Qing hurriedly stepped forward to help, but they didn't expect both of them to be waved away by Nie Liang.

Nie Liang's strength is so great that he doesn't seem to be a seriously ill person, but many people are worried that this is a return to the light.

Waving the two of them, Nie Liang laughed loudly, raised his hand to the top of the tent, and scolded in a hoarse voice, "What kind of death, if fate is determined, it will take away my life at this time! Man will win the sky, even if it is Liu Xi! What about her!"

Nie Liang stood up tremblingly, with a faint madness between his eyebrows, which made people's hearts furious.

Wei Xi looked at his friend like this, and his heart ached uncontrollably.

He still remembers the scene when he first met his best friend, Qingyi is unique, elegant and beautiful, wearing a dark Confucian shirt, a thin coat, a lacquered sarong crown on his head, and slightly thin lips with an amiable smile, faint and alienated...... The standard child of the scholars.

Nowadays -

How did it become this picture of withering and crazy looks?

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Nie Qing shouting in his ear, like a cuckoo crying blood, and his heart tightened.

Raising his head, Wei Xi saw Nie Qing rushing forward with an arrow step, raising his hand to catch Nie Liang, who was leaning back and looking dead.

Wei Mi opened his eyes for a moment, and the noisy sounds around him gradually faded away in his ears, and the sound of "Lord" seemed to be a vague voice from another world...... Nie Qing cried bitterly and called out to his father and a group of colleagues to the ground and cry blood......

What happened?

How so?

Wei Chen's knees went limp, and he collapsed on the ground.

After a night, the scouts sent out by Jiang Pengji found that Nie Ying's camp was hung up and down, and everyone looked sad and hurriedly passed the news back.

Jiang Pengji is eating breakfast, today's breakfast is a meat bun mixed with meat foam, a full fifteen, one bun is the size of a strong man's fist. Ordinary men are almost full after eating three, Jiang Pengji eats fifteen in a row, and drinks three bowls of seaweed soup with shrimp skin.

Burping indecently, Jiang Pengji patted her flat stomach, picked up a handkerchief and wiped her mouth casually.

"Anyway, what's the news?"

Jiang Pengji hates military intelligence before and after dinner the most, and the good news is just that, and the bad news will ruin her appetite.

The soldier said, "At the third watch last night, Nie Liang died of illness, and the Nie camp wept up and down, and the whole army was vegetarian and hung up white flags overnight. ”

Jiang Pengji was stunned when she heard the news.

"No—Nie Guangshan is so vulnerable? This brother's bento is fast enough, hurry up to finish......"

The live broadcast room was fried, and Jiang Pengji hurriedly pushed the food table aside and hurriedly convened everyone to discuss.

The big guys looked at each other, although they also looked forward to Nie Liang's bento all day and night, but the real bento always felt like a dream.

This benevolent brother is so dead?

Feng Yi and Sun Lan, who were sitting in the corner and listening, muttered secretly-it's just a matter of death, but they are still angry.

It's good now, the image of his own lord who will be reported is completely in the annals of celebrity history.

Thinking of the words and deeds of the lord recorded a while ago, Feng Yi always felt that his lord's guild would be hacked by future generations.

Wei Ci asked, "Did Nie Ying really hang up the white flags, and the whole army was vegetarian?"

Jiang Pengji said, "Zixiao said this, do you suspect that there is fraud?"

Wei Ci wasn't sure that Nie Liang was very treacherous, but his body really couldn't withstand the blows one after another.

So, Wei Ci said, "It's not that I doubt it, it's just that Nie Liang died of illness, and we always have to send someone to mourn." ”

Jiang Pengji: "......"

Zixiao, are you serious?

I'm going to be killed!