A low and majestic mellow male voice exploded in Wuyan's ears, and she didn't know if it was because the voice was too penetrating, or for some other reason, she felt a slight hum from her sea of knowledge. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The younger generation is not dead, please meet the seniors." Wuxian bowed deeply.

Even if there was just a wisp of Ning Jiang's remnant soul in front of her, she still held high respect.

The tall figure leaned down from mid-air, looking up and down at Wu Wu, and then there was a long silence between heaven and earth.

Wu Yan guessed that Ning Jiang had just woken up from his slumber and might not be very comfortable with the current situation, but his vigilant instinct as a soldier was still there, so he needed time to digest something alone.

"We ...... Where is it? ”

After a long time, perhaps it was the well-behaved appearance of Wu Yan who lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eyes that eased Ning Jiang's guard, and he took the initiative to ask about the doubts in his heart.

Wuxian looked around for a week, and after thinking about the wording a few times in his mind, he replied cautiously, "In your mental space, senior. ”

"My spiritual space ......" Ning Jiang bit the words slowly, and the mutilation of his soul caused his thinking to slow down by half a beat, "Why are you in my spiritual space?" ”

Wuxian smiled helplessly, where should she start with this question?

From what little she knew about Ning Jiang, he ended up dying in a scuffle with the orc race. Since then, no one has been able to open a bow for the reverse scale, and it was hung on the city wall by the emperor of Nanxuan at that time, and this hanging is five hundred years.

Therefore, Ning Jiang's last memory came to an abrupt end in that war.

"It's a long story......," the time spanned five hundred years, and Wuxian tried to pick and choose the key points as much as possible, including the family qualifying match and the reason why he entered his spiritual space.

After Ning Jiang heard this, he let out a deep sigh, and he was in his spiritual realm, empathizing with his sadness. Her sadness is not as deep as his, but she can also experience the kind of vicissitudes of life, and the melancholy of seeing each other has become a memory.

"In the hundreds of years that I've been away, Nanxuan is okay?" He was most concerned about nothing else, only Nanxuan's safety.

Wuxian thought to herself, this is a test of her predecessors' basic historical skills.

"Nanxuan has peaceful coexistence with neighboring countries, friendly diplomatic relations, and has not had a war for nearly a hundred years."

"Very good, very good," Ning Jiang was very pleased, "How do you get along with the orcs?" Will they still come and encroach on border territories? ”

......The orc tribe living on the border has always been a big problem for Nanxuan, and it is a problem left over from history, and it has not been solved until now, and a large-scale beast tide will break out every autumn famine.

When Su Xiao chatted with her, she talked about Murong Jie's injuries, most of which were left by fighting with orcs, and every time Murong Jie's expedition was related to orcs, it would make her worry for more than a few months.

"Still can't be stopped, can you?" Ning Jiang saw the expression of Wu Wu who wanted to speak and stopped, and knew that this would be the result.

"That's it, don't mention it." Ning Jiang took a long breath and sighed helplessly, "Even if I want to serve the country again, what can I do, look at my appearance, can I still go into battle to kill the enemy?" "He wants to continue to serve Nanxuan, but his current soul state that will dissipate at any time, and he still wants to fight bravely to kill the enemy, it is difficult to say how many days he can last.

"Why not?" As soon as the thought of Wu Wu moved, such a sentence suddenly appeared.