Zhu Liyang turned around slowly, he felt as heavy as carrying a thousand catties of weight, he couldn't even breathe, the weight almost crushed him. He helped Ji Qinxin, who was sitting on the ground, up with difficulty, and wiped her tears with his sleeve.

Ji Qin's eyes were red and he didn't say a word, and Zhu Liyang held his hand tightly.

The little demon wolf ran in front of Yang Xuan heartlessly, arching Yang Xuan with a hunched body, very affectionate.

Yang Xuan was in a very bad mood, he didn't expect such a thing to happen at all, he didn't expect that a Terran Khan who was unknown and in a high position would cut off his head for himself without hesitation.

He really wanted to call on his elders who were far away in the heavenly court to do a favor and save this khan who was willing to trade his life for his own life.

It's a pity that it's too far away, and although their mana is boundless, there is no way to hear his voice.

The little demon wolf had a flattering smile on his face, he hit Yang Xuan, and seeing that Yang Xuan didn't react, he actually stretched out his tongue and licked Yang Xuan's feet.

Yang Xuan was very annoyed, he kicked the little demon wolf and scolded: "Get out!"

Yang Xuan's strength is not great, this kick is not heavy, but the little demon wolf was kicked far away by this kick, and he also let out a sad whimper, it is estimated that he deliberately cooperated with Yang Xuan.

Sure enough, Yang Xuan glared at him, and he immediately stopped talking, he squatted aggrievedly to the side, observing Yang Xuan very uneasily.

All this was seen in the eyes of the crow prison, and he was very angry in his heart, this little wolf cub was changing his way to please Yang Xuan, but why didn't he deal with himself? He really wanted to ask Yang Xuan to clean up this little wolf cub.

He looked at this little wolf cub who was as aggrieved as a little daughter-in-law, and was very gloating.

Unexpectedly, the little wolf cub was also looking at him, but the little wolf cub looked at him with contempt in his eyes.

"You're only a few years older than me, and when I reach your age, I'll beat your head into a dog's head, you're too vegetable, you can't bully a child when you're old. The little wolf cub was now clutching the crow prison and letting out the message, and he sent the message from the eyes of him.

Crow's heart was full of sadness, he had completely forgotten that he had just swung a brilliant sword, and he was a little silent when he heard this little wolf cub say this.

The little wolf cub observed the expression of the crow, and immediately continued to speak venomously.

"Look at you, you don't need to practice the exercises, this is retribution, you know how to eat and play all day long, you see that you eat as fat as a pig, a little demon wolf who has not been born for a few days can't be bullied, you are really unproductive, are you worthy of your elders? Are you worthy of the Khan? Why don't you just go with the Khan? Why do you want to stay in this world and waste food? Don't you think you are a burden to the human race?"

The face of the crow prison changed drastically.

"Khan is dead, my sword skills have not yet been completed," the little demon wolf successfully made Crow Prison feel remorseful, he hated himself for why he couldn't control himself, why he didn't use his skills, why he was lazy and didn't work hard. Now that the Khan is gone, he has nothing to do. He suddenly cried out to the sky, he really couldn't suppress the grief and remorse in his heart, "The Khan is dead, and my sword technique has not yet been completed." Khan, you said that when my sword skills are perfect, you will take me to West Kunlun to avenge you, you were chased by those girls in West Kunlun with knives......."

The little demon wolf looked confused, opened his mouth wide, he didn't expect that he could achieve such a good effect by casually mocking, it felt that it was definitely not good to laugh at this time, and forcibly held back his laughter, but he couldn't hold it back, and made a whimpering sound.

He was a little afraid that Yang Xuan would be unhappy, so he buried his head very low.

Scar Lao Jiu let out a sigh of helplessness, he really wanted to pick up a bubble of dog arrows and plug the mouth of the crow, this guy's head is broken.

The dignified woman was sewing the Khan's head and body, she heard the crow prison's cry, she laughed, and said to the crow prison: "Little fat man, don't cry, Grandma will take you to West Kunlun, the women of West Kunlun are very good, Grandma will take you to grab one to be a daughter-in-law." ”

Grandma Yan's hands were very dexterous, and she couldn't tell that Khan's head had ever been separated from his body.

The funeral was very simple.

The Khan and his brother are to be buried in Zhushan, which was once their home.

When they were young, they grew up here, and on the mountain, there are also buried Khan's grandparents, parents. They are now back with their parents.

"When I was happiest, I was sitting on a little tree next to my house with my brother and waiting for my Grandma and Dad to come back from the field, and then we jumped down from the tree to give them a start. ”

Zhu Liyang remembered that when he was a child, this talkative uncle encouraged him to climb a tree.

A pale young man rode a horse, his face was as beautiful as a woman's, but no matter how you look at him, he has no femininity, but looks extraordinarily masculine.

He hugged Ji Qinxin, who was leaning on Zhu Liyang's arms, patted her head, tidied up her already messy hair for her, and wiped her red and swollen eyes for her.

Then he greeted Zhu Liyang and Scar Lao Jiu softly: "Brother Starling, Brother Jiu." ”

The white-faced old ten, Ji has regrets.

Three legends of the younger generation of the Terran have appeared here, and they have made their debut the earliest and become the most famous.

Among the rumors, they were affirmed by Yan Yan, the goddess of the older generation of the Terran race, and the famous ranger Xiangfuzi, as well as by the khans of the various tribes of the Terran race.

Some people assert that they will become the backbone of the human race, just like their fathers Ji Yun, Zhu Wuxing, and Hong Qianfan, and they will fight their prestige.

Others speculate that they may not be the best of the Terrans, because the three of them are called Big Mouth Old Eight, Scar Old Nine, and White-faced Old Ten.

Some people speculate that there should be seven more people above them, but these seven people can hide their reputation.

These seven people are in the dark, the three of them are in the light, and the seven people in the dark are the cornerstone of the next generation of the human race.

But there are also assurances that there are no seven people at all, because those seven people are dead.

The relationship between the big-mouthed eighth, the scarred ninth, and the white-faced ten.

It is rumored that the big-mouthed old eight and the scar old nine are both members of the eighteen horsemen of the human race, and the white-faced old ten are not.

Because the white-faced old ten was not a martial artist in the first place, but a wise man.

Some people say that he is wise and close to demons, and some people say that because he is wise, he lacks sharpness and is difficult to become a great weapon.

"Meet your father, who loves you. Grandma Yan said to the white-faced old ten.

The white-faced old ten saluted Grandma Yan a little indifferently, and bowed to Master Xiang again. Then he walked over to Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan felt a little guilty, and he lowered his head.

The white-faced old ten hugged Yang Xuan and said, "Sensible child." ”

The white-faced old ten didn't say much, but what he said was very comfortable. I have to say that this is a very personable man, and there is a feeling that makes people feel like a spring breeze.

The white-faced old ten looked at his father, and then at his uncle.

"Bury it. The white-faced old ten said to Grandma Yan.

"The wind is sassy and the wood is Xiao Xiao, the darkness is dark and the day is dark, the sincerity is both brave and martial, and the end is strong and invincible. The body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is resolute. “

The white-faced old ten sang the funeral song softly, this was for his father, he didn't make a funeral song for his uncle, and he still had some resentment towards his uncle in his heart.