"Nahum...?"

The proprietress walked all the way, pushed open the door, bypassed the screen, and lifted the curtain, her hands trembling and her voice was the same. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Lying on the bed, Nahun was extremely thin overnight, and the gap between him and his memory was too great, and he was completely a dying man.

But, on Nahum's stiff and twitchy face, he tried to give the proprietress a forced smile.

I forget how many years, the proprietress and Nahong, although they were in the same Shengjing, never met again. Oh, it might have been twenty years, and after that night's great upheaval, they had their own sides, so there was no need to see each other again.

This sonahon, this smile, it's been too long.

But the wetness in the eyes of the proprietress reflects the situation when she was a child, playing with Nahong and being punished for practice, so I don't miss it!

"You're willing to come to me?" Nahong tried to open his eyes wide, exhausted his mind, and talked to the proprietress: "Don't you blame me for not standing on the same side with the senior brothers back then?" ”

The proprietress approached, her eyes fluttering and her head shaken.

"Don't you blame it, back then, I didn't plead with the master for Senior Brother Xian?" Nahum asked again.

The proprietress burst into tears, but she didn't shake her head or nod. However, she walked firmly to Nahum's bedside. It has been too long for those things to be forgiven, and I will not blame them.

Twenty years ago, we were so young and frivolous. Everyone has their own obsessions, plans and positions. Everyone, can not force others to stand with themselves.

It's just that we are not young today 20 years ago. Why is Nahum confused? Put a life in it?

"You... Why? The proprietress sat down on the edge of Nahum's bed and asked tremblingly.

She agreed to come to see Nahom, not to catch up with him, or to discuss who was right and who was wrong. When the proprietress lifted the curtain and met Nahong's eyes, they saw a thousand words in each other's eyes.

Now the proprietress wanted to know why Nahum was crazy, and what he wanted to tell himself.

Nahum naturally knew what the wind spirit was asking.

The wind spirit will not believe that a generation of Xiaoxiongna sect masters still has a long-term illness of losing his mind.

He couldn't just go crazy and risk his life to go crazy. He is the master of a sect, and he has been fighting on the battlefield for half his life, how can he be abnormal?

"Hmph." Nahum sneered twice, and after laughing, he suddenly coughed violently.

The constant coughing drained him of more energy, and when he calmed down, his face became even more gray.

"Because...... He. ”

The word "he" was a long pause before Nahum spoke. It was as if he had exhausted all his strength, all his feelings and beliefs to say this word.

He is the sect master of the magic weapon sect, the main battle faction, the inheritor of the ancestral teachings, the most loyal supporter, and the loyal follower of the national teacher in the demon clan. He never called the master him, never like the proprietress of the boss.

But, just now, Nahun seemed to struggle for a long time before he could say his word.

A tear flowed from the proprietress in her eyes, she didn't say anything, she didn't understand why in her heart, but she seemed to understand a little.

Nahum then said in a breathy voice: "The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die." ”

After a pause, he added in an even more mournful tone: "The father wants the son to die, and the son has to die." However, I have always simply thought that tiger poison does not eat children......"

The proprietress was unconscious and sobbed several times.

A smile suddenly appeared on Nahong's face, and he became very calm: "Back then, Senior Brother, their choice should have been right. ”

Halfway through the sentence, there were others, which he didn't say.

Those who rebelled back then have long since left the clan, at least, they did not pay the price of their lives. But you see, these did not rebel, Senior Brother Wei Xian died unjustly, and now, it is my turn.

"Could it be that he wants you bluntly... To die? The proprietress calmed down and asked tremblingly.

"He just wants me to die... But I want to die on the battlefield. But I don't want to, I was rescued for a long time... One more day. Nahum sneered.

Before leading his troops into battle, Nahong received a letter from the national teacher.

That's why Nahum was shocked to sweat when he saw the handwriting in the letter.

Master, his old man, has not returned for nearly ten years, how can he have a letter to himself? Moreover, it is such content. Could it be that nine years ago, Master foresaw everything today?

The handwriting in the letter is true, it is indeed the master's handwriting and tone. Even the letter bird that transmits the message is the fire head letter bird used by the master.

After Nahum's collapse, there was a long period of sneering and ridicule.

It is the people who sneer at the conspiracy, and the ones who laugh at the stupid themselves.

I always thought that I was loyal to the person who should be faithful, but I didn't want to, and after living fifty years old, I received a dead letter.

He was going to die on his own, just by himself.

After a day, if Nahum's body is not visible, there will be other ways to send him to his death.

Therefore, he will die!

That's why Nahum went crazy on the battlefield.

……

When Nahum calmed down, he burned the letter. Asked to see the Great Commander.,See Nayun, who was imprisoned in the Demon Palace.,Last time.。

Na Yun has never seen his father's charitable appearance, and Na Hong has not scolded angrily, complained about hatred that iron does not become steel, and has not taught a lesson.

He just looked at Nayun kindly, stroked his head, pityfully like a mother, and told him that the world was sinister and that he should be careful in the future.

After Nahum left, Nayun cried bitterly in the cell. For the first time, this unscrupulous son felt heartache for his family, and he had a premonition that something might happen to his father.

And at this moment, Nahun wanted to see the Wind Spirit, just to tell the Wind Spirit that the people who rebelled in the first place were right. Maybe it's another way to remind the wind spirits to be careful.

After all, on the land of the demon race, after the death of Nahong, there will be only one wind spirit left in the seven heroes of the demon race.

The next person to receive this letter will be no one else.

……

When the proprietress walked out of Nahum's room, she happened to meet the man who had come to visit.

The name of General Blue Wind is now a glorious banner in the Demon Palace. Wherever he went, there were guards and retinues to pay homage.

Blue Wind, Fu General, is now the god of war of the people of Shengjing!

When he led his troops into the Holy Capital, all the streets were crowded with people, who chanted the name of the god of war, the name of the blue wind, and some people shouted hooray, hooray, our people are hopeful!

Now, Blue Wind has gone through the baptism of war from a rising star, showing his majestic strategy, and transforming into a bright star in the fastest way.

No one dared to disapprove of him.

No one will doubt the wisdom and strategy of the national teacher who is far away in the world, his old man. Although separated by two borders, the national teacher can cultivate and arrange for the return of a god of war for the clansmen, sweep away the traitors, and bring light.

The proprietress looked at Lan Feng and thought of the conspiracy of the national teacher. He used the peerless talent of Lan Feng to remind the clansmen to remember the wisdom of the national teacher.

As a result, the national teacher is more worshiped as a god.