Huanshu disappeared, and Jiangnan Jun searched for his sister for a hundred years. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After the info was found, the two chose their own sides and became two opposing factions of good and evil.

He hates Huanshu but hates himself even more, and always believes that he has an unshirkable responsibility for his sister's depravity.

Before Huanshu died, he was finally able to repent, and abandoned the darkness to the light, thus escaping the doom of dispersion, and he also got rid of his long-standing heart disease.

However, his body was already sinking, and he continued to suffer strong emotional shocks, and finally he couldn't stand it anymore and collapsed.

There are still 40,000 steel soul soldiers left in the ghost clan, all of which are under the command of the ghost king Yun Yelangjun. Jiang Nanjun urgently needed time to heal, so Yan Jiu expressed his willingness to infiltrate the camp of Wei Lie and drag the enemy with Sakuraliu.

After expressing her intentions, she pulled her legs and left, but she was grabbed by her arm, and turned her head to see that it was Yun Yelangjun.

"Ghost King, what are you ......" Yan Jiu was stunned, and Ling Xuanluo was also puzzled.

Yun Yelangjun said: "Jiang Nanjun, this wise man, is the pillar of Jiluo Mountain and even the entire Condor Alliance, and there must be no mistakes. This is going to the enemy camp, it is unpredictable, I am afraid that Sakura Willow and your Taoism are not enough, I need to go with you!"

is a good Yunye Langjun, whether he is an immortal or a ghost, at any time, he will not hide behind others in order to protect himself.

He is full of courage, and his gestures are full of heroic temperament, in order to achieve righteousness, not only did he become a ghost from a fairy, but after becoming a ghost, he lost his face and became an ugly monster.

His black gauze covered his face, his true face was difficult to see, and it could be seen from the exposed skin why he didn't remove the black veil when the night was heavier, Ling Xuanluo had already guessed the reason.

He was already heartbroken for him, but at this moment, seeing that in order to save Jiang Nanjun, he was desperate to rush to the front of the position, and suddenly he couldn't bear it, so he hurriedly stepped forward to stop it.

Yun Ye Langjun has changed from the fairy and jade appearance of the past to the scar monster of today, and he is ashamed of his defilement, and he often crushes him.

Ling Xuanluo's stop touched his sensitive nerves, and he sensed the other party's pity, and his heart was like a knife, and he smiled sadly: "Xuanluo, your kindness, Uncle Yun understands it." But at present, the fate of the Jiangnan Army Division hangs by a thread, and if the treatment process is disturbed, the consequences will be unimaginable. Today, even if I rush to the front, I am no longer alone. With two ghost generals and 10,000 steel soul soldiers to protect you, you can rest assured. I hope that by the time I get back, the military advisor will have recovered!"

After saying that, Ling Xuanluo no longer opened his mouth, so he beckoned to Yan Jiu and led her to stride outside the barracks.

Looking at his back, Ling Xuanluo could only sigh, if a person can take such a firm step, who can really stop him?

Back in the camp, Jiang Nanjun on the sickbed seemed to be dead.

Ling Xuanluo clenched his cold hand, trying to use his body temperature to warm him as much as possible.

In fact, if he could, he hoped that Jiang Nanjun would forget the past, so that when he woke up, he would never remember Huanshu's death. If not, I'm afraid that for the rest of his life, the ice beast whip that was thrown out would become a lingering nightmare.

However, even with his mind alone, how could this genius who was famous in the Six Realms be willing to become a wasted person with no memory? Not even a wasted person, just a living fossil with weak breathing, lying on a sickbed, unconscious.

Even after the end of the War of the Six Realms, is he really willing to retire to the field and enjoy it in peace, is he looking forward to a hundred years of mortal life?

With Ling Xuanluo's body temperature, his hands really warmed, and even his eyelids moved slightly, as if he was eager to open them, but in the end, there was only a drop of clear tears, rolling down the corner of his eye.