The next day, the morning light was faint, and the slaughter army returned!

Qingge and Elder Yu went to greet each other. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She supported Elder Yu, who was leaning on his back and holding a cane, and stood at the gate of the city, watching the boundless team of men and horses slowly coming.

Li Canglang led the team with three generals.

Qingge was in a trance, thinking, if the more than 20,000 troops were all contracted with high-level demonic beasts, then even if she fought against the blood clan, she would not be afraid.

Boiling blood, ready to move.

"Little master, we're back." Li Canglang clenched his fists with both hands.

Qingge nodded slightly, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and said, "Admiral Liu Hu's body is placed in the ice coffin, just wait for the brothers of the slaughter army to come back, and then cremated." ”

Hearing this, several generals were grief-stricken, but fortunately, they did not get out of control.

They went to the battlefield to kill the enemy and trained outside for so many years, how many brothers who were born and died died in front of their eyes......

"At noon today, it will be cremated, I have already asked people to arrange it, and now in this season, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, so let's be cremated in the peach blossom forest on the outskirts of the city, and as for the ashes, as he wishes, they will be scattered into the sea."

"Some time ago, I have discussed with the current saint that an ancestral hall will be built in the peach blossom forest, and the soldiers who died in the extreme north have spirit tablets to comfort their souls in the sky. ”

"Little master-" Li Canglang, who has always been upright, was a little choked up at the moment.

Speaking of the slaughter army, the most important thing is nothing more than a few generals, the names of other soldiers, the people can't remember, too, it's just a little soldier, and if you die, you will die.

But the night light song, to brand the names of those thousands of people on the spirit card, put it in the ancestral hall, let people remember these heroes.

She's done well enough.

At noon, in the peach grove on the outskirts of the city, Xiao Rufeng and Qingge stood on both sides of Elder Yu's body, supporting the old man, and silently looking at the wooden frame not far away.

On the wooden frame, there was a corpse lying that was unrecognizable and unbearable, and it was vaguely visible that it was the mighty and strong man, Liu Hu, the general of the slaughtering army.

Behind Qingge were the remaining three generals and more than 20,000 slaughtering troops.

Admiral Li Canglang brought a torch and handed it to Qingge, Qingge lit the wooden frame, the fire broke out, devouring the dried corpse, Qingge held the torch in one hand, put it on his chest reverently with the other, leaned down his upper body, and bowed deeply.

Others, as it is.

Qingge gritted his teeth, clenched the torch, and a scarlet flame suddenly burst out of his palm, eroding the torch and leaving him with nothing.

If it weren't for the Immortal, if it wasn't for Mei Qingchen, if it wasn't for Lan Wuxin, if it wasn't for the blood clan!

Her valiant warriors would not have died so miserably!

Bury your bones elsewhere!

Qingge gritted his teeth with hatred, and at that moment, the strong hatred that had accumulated in his heart broke out madly, and the spiritual power in the thunder nest, accompanied by this hatred, was strangled in the sky, but he saw the entire peach blossom forest, peach blossoms flying, and all peach trees were bare.

Everyone, looking at the light song in a complicated way.

Xiao Rufeng patted his shoulder solemnly and said, "Qingge, you don't need to blame yourself, it's not your fault." ”

"Isn't it my fault?" Raising his eyes lightly, "Rufeng, I don't blame myself, I have a clear conscience, I did everything I had to do, but I hate, I hate that I don't have the ability to protect the old ministry left by my father, and protect these soldiers who sacrificed their lives for righteousness!" ”

Word by word, squeezed out from between the teeth.

Heartbreaking!

Xiao Rufeng opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

And Qingge's words brought tears to the eyes of the soldiers of the slaughtering army, they were born and died outside, tied their heads to the waistband of their trousers, there was no mother-in-law at home, they were lonely, only comradeship.

These people are so upright and simple, treat them sincerely, and they will sincerely return to them.

Li Canglang said with relief: "Being able to follow the little master is a blessing for the slaughtering army." ”

At the beginning, Night Terror only cared about his brotherhood with the Northern Moon Emperor, but ignored that the Northern Moon Emperor would attack the Slaughter Army.

Night Qingge is a completely different person from Night Terror, she treats the slaughter army like a calf protector, she will go crazy when a person dies, she will be reluctant, and she will chase and kill the enemy for thousands of miles.

For a warrior, it is really a blessing to be able to follow such a commander.

In the evening, after Qingge settled the slaughter army, he returned to the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

Tonight is a critical moment, and from the afternoon, Fuxi and Sanssouci have joined forces to invite the Guardian of the Nine Realms.

Qingge pushed open the door, walked into the bedroom tiredly, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a man sitting on his own bed, the man was dressed in black, tightly sewn, wearing thin-skinned and noble ink gloves on his hands, and a cloak on his head, under the cloak, he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Incineration." Qingge frowned.

Although she didn't have any friendship with Burning Que, at the foot of Snow Girl Mountain, Burning Que spoke to her in front of the blood clan, at least now she has a good feeling.

Burning Que jumped off the bed, raised his hand to take off the cloak, swept his eyes and sang lightly, and said with a smile: "Night girl, I've come all the way, don't you have a cup of hot tea." ”

"If you have something to say, get out if you have nothing to do." Qingge said lightly, she really can't be interested in the people of the blood clan.

Incineration: "......" Why is this woman becoming more and more brutal?

coughed dryly, and said, "Lan Wuxin didn't die." ”

Hearing this, Qingge felt a chill between her fingers, and sure enough, she expected that even if it penetrated Lan Wuxin's left atrium, the Blood Clan Ancestor still had a way to save her.

The Bloodline is indeed a mysterious and powerful organization.

"Lan Wuxin's heart is different from ordinary people, growing on the right." Burning the road.

Qingge gritted a mouthful of silver teeth, and made a thousand calculations, but it was a mistake.

Qingge walked over, sat down at the table, lifted a teapot, and threw it at will, "The good West Lake Longjing, it's cheap for you." ”

Burning: Is this how she treats visitors with her ......?

Which tea is drunk by the pot like this?

Burning Que coughed a few times, and then looked at death as if he was at home and picked up the teapot and drank it, but spit it out.

It's fucking overnight tea!

It's all gone!

The corners of his mouth twitched in unison, and he looked at Qingge with a vegetable, "You definitely did it on purpose." ”

"Doesn't it taste good?" The light song is innocent.

Yan Que threw the teapot back, "Whether it's good or not, you don't know if you drink it." ”

Qingge naturally put the teapot on the table, "Oh~ I remembered, it was the tea seven days ago, and Yinlan's little girl is really getting lazy and doesn't pour it out." ”

It's really not that Yinlan is lazy, it's that too many things have happened during this time, and the replacement of tea is something like forgetting.

However, when he heard this, his face darkened.

When he learned that the girl had ascended the throne as king, he hurried to congratulate her, and she served her a pot of tea from seven days ago?

It's terrible!

Moreover, she still looks like a hanger, as if to say, even if she can give you a drink, it is good, and she picks and chooses.

Incineration means that there is no desire to cry.

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