In the Chinese army tent, Jiang Nanjun made a detailed explanation of the problem of sending troops from the four seas, and the generals were convinced by it, and then the ghost area did not need to add more, and directly raised the order arrow and awarded it to the four generals who were about to go on the expedition. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After the four of them finished receiving the arrows, he ordered: "The enemy is about to move, and we must try not to let them seize the opportunity." The leader of this alliance orders the four of you to gather all the men and horses within two hours and rush to the battlefield from Xuanyuan Mountain, there must be no mistake!"

The four of them raised the arrow above their heads, and replied neatly, "The last general will obey the orders of the alliance leader, and he will not fail in his mission and pass on the good news as soon as possible!" and then left the tent under the eyes of the generals. For what they practice, they have their own red flame to do.

The major event was agreed, the four naval forces were also deployed, and the generals talked about it for a while, and then they left the tent one after another, and soon only the Ghost District and Jiang Nanjun were left in the Chinese army tent.

The dispatch of troops went so smoothly, and the morale of the allies of the Condor Alliance was high, and the ghost area was in a happy mood, and was about to share it with Jiang Nanjun, when he looked up, he saw tears flashing in his eyes, and his eyes were red.

"This ...... Why is the military advisor sad?" he was taken aback, and he didn't understand why Jiang Nanjun was fine when everyone was there just now, and in a blink of an eye, he showed such a strong Qi color.

Since sending away the caracal in the phantom maze, Jiang Nanjun has been sad and suppressed in his heart, and he has not had a chance to vent, but now that everyone is gone, only his own people in the ghost area are left in the big tent, so it is difficult to control himself, he covers his face with his hands and cries bitterly.

The more he asked, the more he cried, with his Jiangnan Zimo's concentration, if there was no earth-shattering event, he would never be out of control like this, naturally, he thought of the demon king.

In fact, as soon as the war started, the caracal declared a retreat, and no longer came out to meet people, the matter itself was strange, he didn't suspect it, but because of the sudden attack of the Blue Wolf Alliance, he had to deal with this side first, so the investigation was delayed.

Thinking about the weakness of the caracal in the secret room of the ancient tomb, and the fact that he no longer has the Gathering God Pill to continue his life, why is Jiang Nanjun crying, do you still need to ask?

Five hundred years ago, he rescued the kid who died in the ancient tomb, and he became friends with him, and he has been trying to save his life, but when the world needed him the most, he just gave up. Is this providential, or is it injustice?

He shook his thick lips and reluctantly asked, "This...... When did ......it all happen? How did you get there?"

Jiang Nanjun wanted to wipe away his tears, but he couldn't do it, so he had to let it fall, choked up and explained the entire process of saving the demon king in the Jingmen camp to him in detail.

After listening to this, the ghost area looked up to the sky and sighed: "Hey, in fact, this day will come sooner or later, but the little demon king has advanced the time in order to protect the Eagle Alliance." Thinking of him and Xi Muxian, a pair of beautiful people made in heaven, are now an ice coffin lying in a fragmented mountain, a fiery ice palace lying in the Tomb of Despair. These two loved each other deeply, but they got together less and separated more, and after their deaths, they were in the same step. Knowing that the little demon king was going so fast, Ling Shuai should enter the Flying Fire Streamer Wall on his behalf, ask Xi Muxian to come out, and see him again......"

Xi Mutong left the ice coffin, which meant that the ice melted, thinking of the word "ice", Jiang Nanjun's face changed suddenly, and he couldn't care about crying anymore, and suddenly shouted, "Oh no!"

Jiang Nanjun, who was not frightened, was very impulsive, and his voice was so frightened that he was frightened, and after handing over to Doudou, Ling Xuanluo, who was pulling the curtain and walking in, was frightened, and when his hand fell, before the person came in, the whole curtain was covered on his head.

Jiang Nanjun couldn't wait for the two of them to react, ran to the door, dragged Ling Xuanluo in, and said urgently: "Xuanluo, Xi Muxian is in extreme danger now, please go and save her quickly with the ghost general!"