Minsa knelt for an unknown amount of time in front of the tent where the Yin Witch had disappeared, until a human guard rode his horse to check the vision. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the blue smoke rose, the sentinel on the lookout noticed the vision, and the distant lookout looked at it and thought that there seemed to be a person here.

"It's Yinghou!" One of the guards shouted.

"Yinghou!"

The crowd jumped on their horses and helped Minsa up.

Minsa smiled apologetically and followed them all the way back to camp.

When they heard that Mingsa had returned safely so quickly, they all had hope in their hearts and rushed out, but when they saw Minsa's face, they instantly understood something.

Hu Yuan was the last to come out of the tent of Lord Wanfu, although he saw Mingsa's expression like this, he couldn't help but confirm: "Mingsa, how is it?" ”

Minsa shook his head expressionlessly.

The hope in the hearts of the people was disappointed, and they entered the main tent with Minsa the Lord of Wanfu, who was lying on the bed weakly, as if waiting for the final judgment of fate.

The pneumatist still ordered that a group of medical officers come again to check the pulse.

Knowing how his own body was, Lord Wanfu booed, "No... It must be," Wanfu said intermittently: "Let me ...... Be quiet for a while...... Rare ......"

The Soul Master held the hand of the Lord of Wanfu tightly, and turned to look at Mingsa, who was lying beside Wanfu, and then at Hu Yuan, who had always had a regretful look on his face.

Then the Soul Master shook the hand of the Lord of Wanfu and told him that he could rest assured that he would definitely watch Mingsa become the Lord of the Nine Chapters of the Golden Lord. Then the Lingshi retracted his sad face, smiled at the Lord of Wanfu, and then looked around at the important ministers gathered in the tent of the Lord of Wanfu, and waved his hand to everyone.

The Spiritist waved everyone away, and he himself walked out of the tent with the others, and the Protector came out with him, and when the curtain fell, the Spiritist finally could not hide his tears.

He hurried a few steps, turned his back on the tent, and wept bitterly.

The star of the Yunling think tank, assisting the three generations of lords to succeed to the throne and working hard, the friendship between the spirit master and the lord of Wanfu is the deepest. Perhaps because of his old age, the Soul Master couldn't bear to succeed to the throne in a hurry when Lord Wanfu was in a hurry.

Seeing that he came all the way from a frivolous boy and grew into a generation of overlords who responded to every call, the spirit master was by his side for the longest time, and he also knew the pain in his heart over the years.

He and him are not only kings and ministers, but also better than father and son.

I didn't expect him to walk in front of him.

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The Lord of Wanfu in the tent is dying.

"Minsa ......"

"Your Lord... Lord ...... "Minsa's voice gradually became very low and lower from the normal sound at first. Lord Wanfu tried to use the force in his hand, trying to squeeze Minsa's hand as well, but he had no strength.

"You say... You have a past life...... There must be an afterlife as well......" Lord Wanfu gasped heavily, his voice almost nothing.

Minsa nodded heavily beside him, yes, yes, there must be an afterlife!

"In the afterlife... I want to ...... sooner See you......" Lord Wanfu gasped a few times, and finally finished this sentence.

Then he stopped talking, and his eyes were almost open.

"Lord! Lord! But Minsa wanted to hear him speak again, to hear his voice to give people endless solidity.

Lord Wanfu didn't say anything anymore, the firearm was too powerful, and the rocket that came straight towards Wanfu was condensed into a deadly fire knife, instantly piercing through all his internal strength and vitality.

So much so that Hu Yuan caught up in time and used spells to delay Wanfu's life, and then he kept sparing his internal strength, and constantly lost his internal force to Wanfu to continue his life, but to no avail.

"Lord! Lord ......"

Minsa called, and in front of him was the resolute figure of the Lord of Wanfu, who had smiled bitterly because of his estrangement, even if he wrinkled his brows, he still smiled. It was the affectionate gaze he occasionally revealed, the hand that stretched out to him in his red dress.

The bright red robe behind his armor bloomed like a blood lotus. Now stained with his blood, and fused with his blood, the red is all the more ironic in this white tent.

Wanfu couldn't say a word again, and the hand that was clenched by Minsa was stiffly scattered.

But his eyes were slightly open, and he still looked at Minza, his eyes tender and full of words. It's just that the eyes won't move anymore.

Frozen forever.

It wasn't until Lord Wanfu left forever that Minsa realized that he had now occupied such an important position in his heart.

He is gone, and there is no one in this world who can give her perseverance to rely on.

No one allowed her to be impulsive and willful, and she couldn't bear to be punished after she got into trouble.

No one told her with silent support that even if the war raged, I would be behind you, and let you move forward.

His departure was unexpected, and Minsa was unprepared.

It was less than a day since Lord Wanfu was so injured that he left, but Minsa felt that he followed him all the way back to the camp tent in front of his stretcher, sneaked into the demon clan from the tent, and then returned empty-handed from the demon clan.

On this day, the taste in my heart seems to overturn all the seven emotions and six desires, and I taste it painfully.

Minsa brushed down the eyes of Lord Wanfu, there was unwillingness in his eyes, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, Mingsa cried quietly, looking at the appearance of Lord Wanfu, his heart was broken and his intestines were broken.

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In the other camp, in the camp of the demon army's station, there are still people who are also heartbroken.

Still holding the cold body of the proprietress in his arms, he didn't answer everyone for a long time, he drove everyone out of the camp tent, and no one was allowed to enter, as if this was a separate world for him and the proprietress mother and son.

The battle was deadlocked, and the rest of the generals were anxious outside the tent, but the Shadow Army was silent, believing in his heart that he would definitely live up to his expectations.

The body of the proprietress who was still holding was already a blur of flesh and blood.

When he rushed to the station from the south pavilion of the peace talks, he didn't have time to say a word to the proprietress ......

The last words left by the proprietress to this world were to the owner Yi Ren, she held Yi Ren's hand and said to him: "Tell me to still say, don't... Fear! ”

Then she stared at Yi Ren's eyes tightly, Yi Ren understood what she wanted to say, too much, too much, and he also wanted to say to her, maybe he really had to wait for the next life.

The owner of the garden, Yi Ren, never had a chance to tell him this sentence, first because he was grief-stricken, and then he was kicked out of the camp.

Ever since he heard that the little devil had detonated the cannon with his own crossbow, and that the proprietress was dying in the accident, he was even more speechless.

Helpless, Yi Ren could only tell still in a loud voice outside the tent, and the only last words left by the proprietress before her death were: "Don't be afraid!" ”

Yi Ren understood that the proprietress told him not to be afraid, which contained too many expectations and reluctance. Now he hopes that the Demon Venerable can still cheer up, this is a critical moment and must not be decadent.

Don't be afraid?

What I am most afraid of losing has been lost, and I still cry and laugh, savoring the bitterness at the corners of my mouth, thinking, what else is there to be afraid of?