The clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, the sunlight sprinkled all over the desolate battlefield, Lan Ruo and a few people walked out of the Wan Forest, and saw the cross gun forest in the distance, Lan Ruo was taken aback and said: "What is that piece of forest that can't be seen?" ”

The craftsman muttered, "Could it be ......"

Qing Zijin smiled and said, "It's our ancestor who came." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

A smile also appeared on Jingliu's always cold face: "Only the master has this kind of generosity." ”

Lan Ruo looked at the spectacular cross-spear forest in the distance, and the shock in his heart was incomprehensible, this is the power of Yu Aoki? Before, the strongest spirit that Lan Ruo had ever seen was Asura, and the strength of Asura was already the limit that Lan Ruo could imagine, but Aoki Yu's power was completely above Asura, and it seemed to be the gap between humans and gods.

The craftsman said, "Let's rest here for a while before leaving, everyone is tired." ”

Lan Ruo put Qing Zijin down, Qing Zijin sat on the ground, Lan Ruo sat next to her, Qing Zijin gently leaned on Lan Ruo and said: "The war is over, if the ancestor makes a move, there is no reason for the army in the south to survive." ”

There was a faint joy in Qing Zijin's tone, and that joy was as pure and serene as the sun after the rain.

Lan Ruo said "um", such a miraculous technique is normal even if the entire southern army is defeated, Lan Ruo really didn't believe that just one spirit could change the situation of a war, he used to hear Tao say that even if he poured the power of a country, he couldn't help the spirit of the eighth order, at that time he was still half-convinced, but now he really believes.

Qing Zijin folded his hand on Lan Ruo's hand and said, "Let's go back, go back to the Imperial Spirit Courtyard." ”

Lan Ruo turned her head to look at Qing Zijin, and saw her smiling faintly, the clear sunlight falling on her black hair and fair face, separating a few rays of light and shadow, Lan Ruo suddenly felt very relieved, and wanted to sit with her in this tranquil sunshine all the time.

Suddenly, in the distance, a dust dragon rushed straight towards Lan Ruo, Lan Ruo stood up in surprise, I don't know if it was from the south, and then Lan Ruo recognized it, it turned out to be Asura, although Lan Ruo didn't know why he appeared on the eastern battlefield, but Lan Ruo still showed a smile from the heart, Asura ran to Lan Ruo in a blink of an eye, hugged Lan Ruo, and kept saying: "It's okay if you're okay, it's okay if you're okay......"

Lan Ruo felt very moved, and at the same time, he felt very aggrieved and sad...... Before, as the leader of the team, no matter how sad, sad, and depressed he was, he couldn't show that he wasn't strong.

But now that the war is over, he is now in the arms of his father-in-law, so he is just a child, so, he has the right to be vulnerable, and his tears flowed uncontrollably, and he choked up: "I...... My friend died, my brother died, my classmate died...... We're also being hunted down by the South......"

Asura patted Lan Ruo's back and comforted, "It's okay, the war is over, let's go back." ”

In this war in the Eastern Battlefield, more than 200,000 troops were invested in the south, and only a few hundred people returned in the end, in order to allow these hundreds of people to return to the south safely, Yin Hunt and Aoki Yu reached some kind of agreement, and the south naturally paid a lot of price for this.

The people in the north also suffered heavy losses, they set up camp at the northern end of Fengdao Gorge, and began to clean up the corpses of the dead on both sides of the road from Makino to Fengdao Gorge, the number of corpses was too much, and the workload of digging pits and filling them was too late, so they gathered all the corpses and burned them, so as not to decompose the corpses and cause the spread of epidemics, and the huge plume of smoke that burned the corpses soared into the sky.

Lan Ruo's silver exploding sword was picked up, and he hummed and told Lan Ruo not to spoil his work again.

This night, Lan Ruo found the black spider, the black spider had heard the news of the death of the white rakshasa in battle, and was a little depressed, Lan Ruo said to him: "The white rakshasa said that he can't accompany him to climb the peak of the northern realm. ”

The black spider nodded and said, "He's gone, but, I'll ...... Climb to the top of the North. ”

The black spider's words seemed to be said to himself, and Lan Ruo nodded and left.

The military doctors in the north were very busy, they used the flame circulation air to scorch the germs in the air, created a sterile space, and operated on the seriously wounded in a rudimentary environment, the wounded took a small amount of Sanssouci fruit, and were in a half-asleep state, and the wounded were treated with ice to relieve the pain when it was not their turn to heal the wounded.

Qingtian half-squatted in front of a wounded man who was about to die, this person had several holes in his chest, and he was no longer saved, Qingtian knew that the poor man in front of him would soon return to the sky, and the dying man looked at Qingtian's iron face and smiled: "I can fight under your command, I ...... It's an honor. ”

Qingtian held his hand, didn't speak, watching the light in that person's eyes gradually extinguished, Qingtian let go of his hand, and then clenched his fist, his nails pierced into his palm, and blood was dripping.

The blue sky looks up, and in the night sky, the crescent moon is pale green, hanging lonely and lonely, and occasionally clouds drift by.

Legend has it that a long, long time ago, the moon was beautiful golden white, and then the moon entered the frost moon period, the color turned dark blue, ten years of great cold, did not see the light of day, caused more than half of the human death, and it was only since then that the star and moon calendar was changed to the frost moon calendar.

Qingtian thought to himself, at that time, the human beings in the great cold wave were all hugging together, wearing cotton clothes together, roasting together with fire, and finally got through the disaster under mutual support, in the face of natural disasters, national borders and nations were diluted, although it was a mass extinction, but it was a rare era in human history without war.

And now, the blue of the moon is getting lighter and lighter, and it will soon turn back to golden white, and at the same time, the world has begun to be chaotic, man-made disasters have replaced natural disasters, why do human beings only stop internal strife when facing the catastrophe of annihilation?

Lan Ruo washed his hands in an iron basin, he had washed it many times like obsessive-compulsive disorder, but he still felt that his hands were covered with blood, and he muttered helplessly: "I can't wash it, why, I can't wash it clean......"

Humanity will become an emotionless killing machine on the battlefield, but the war will always end. Souls that will be afraid, weeping, and guilty will eventually return to their blood-stained shell of sin.

Qing Zijin held on his crutches, slowly moved over, bent down with difficulty, and grabbed Lan Ruo's hand, Lan Ruo stared at the jade onion hand in a daze, and said a little sadly: "Qing Zijin, I seem to have changed a lot, I have become another person, and I have become ...... Cold-blooded murderous. ”

Qing Zijin said softly: "Even if we become strangers one day, as long as we get to know you again, because you are you, you are Lan Ruo, this will not change." ”

Lan Ruo said softly, "Thank you." ”

The next day, it rained again, and tens of thousands of soldiers in the south were hanging high on the earth cross spears, unable to take them down, the icy rain mixed with the smell of blood and corpses was dripping down, the military flags were hunting in the wind and rain, and the feeling of wet tide was very uncomfortable.

Qingtian announced to the exhausted northern army: "The war is over, let's go home!" ”

The troops of the north let out a heartfelt cheer.

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