Yaqing Mountain's divine hand was fast, and in an instant, Beitang Muren's blood was plucked out and pumped clean, and at the same time, there was no more half a drop of blood on Beiming's body on the side, the blood vessels were sunken, and his body was blue and white, stiff as a cold corpse. Sanskrit Yin stayed by his side, already feeling that he had been living and dying several times, and he was overwhelmed.

Suddenly, the blazing blood of Beitang Muren was poured into Bei Shen's body.

"Brother Ren...... I love you......" Bei Tang Xiaofeng's warm cheeks were pressed against her husband's face, and tears flowed lightly.

"Xiaofeng, I can't accompany you to old age, I can't stand you. Beitang Muren shed tears and complained to each other.

"Brother Ren, marrying you in this life, I Bei Tang Xiaofeng has no regrets, and with Beiming, I am even more content. The day I left my father, I decided that no matter what happened in the future, I would follow you. ”

"Xiaofeng, I love you. Beitang Muren hugged his wife in his arms, his breathing gradually weakened, and Xiaofeng lay on top of him, holding her husband's little body temperature. "Son, take care of your mother and Xiaoyin for me in the future. His voice was very quiet, and Beiming was already unconscious.

At this time, only one voice was heard in the minds of Bei Tang Muren and Bei Tang Xiaofeng: "Don't worry, you two, I will tell Bei Ming what you want to say." Let him take care. Linglong swirled in mid-air, talking to Mu Ren and his wife in a dark voice.

"Thank you. Mu Ren said.

Beitang Muren eventually stopped breathing. The chief general of the Dongling Military and Political Department, Beitang Muren, fell.

"Brother Ren!" Bei Tang Xiaofeng let out a sad and sad voice and fainted in her husband's arms.

In the next few days, there was no sound in the ward, and Fanyin stayed in front of the bed of Beiming without eating or drinking, his head against his arm, shaped like a dead leaf, his eyes were blank, and only one pair of hands was still holding in the palms of Beiming.

A few days later, when Sanskrit was delirious, suddenly there was a slight movement on the back of her hand. Her deep-set eyes looked out towards the North Underworld. I saw his eyes move slightly, and he slowly opened them from time to time.

"Beiming!" she opened her mouth, but she didn't make a sound. At this point, the other people in the room also came to their senses. Yan Tong and Chilu have also come to take turns to take care of them these days, while Leng Yi is the same as Sanskrit, not saying a word, just looking at his sister.

Beiming's body moved lightly, and his other hand shook it hard, only to feel that his father's palm beside him was cold, and his pure heart was clear. Beitang Beiming lay on the bed, took a deep breath, and started slowly. When his consciousness gradually became clear, his feet fell to the ground, he stepped off the hospital bed, and stood up for a long time, reinforcing his spirit. In order to keep the last appearance of Beitang Muren, Leng Yi let his father and son finally meet, and these days he used cold ice spiritual power to protect Beitang Muren's body.

Beiming turned around and walked to his father's bed with heavy steps, looking at his resolute face and paying attention for a long time. After a few moments, he knelt on his knees and struck three heavy blows on his father's body!

"Dad, my son must take care of his mother and Fanyin!

At this moment, father and son are of the same heart, and the form and spirit are connected!

Three days later, the funeral ceremony was held.

The people from top to bottom of Dongling came to the outside of the military and political department to see off the main general, and the mountains were full of people. The National Principal Office, the Hearing Department, the Etiquette Department, the Communications Department and other major departments all participated, and no one was absent.

People stood in the large factory of the Ministry of Military Affairs, waiting for the coffin of the main general to be buried.

At this time, in the hall of the Ministry of Military Affairs, Tiankuo wanted to lift the coffin of the eldest uncle with his brother, and Han Zhan and Yan Tong were also standing on both sides. Bei Ming, dressed in the military uniform of the head of a branch, walked in front of everyone and came to the side of his father's coffin. I saw him hold one arm upward, buckle his wrist, and his father's coffin fell firmly on his shoulder. Subsequently, Bei Ming ordered:

"Up!"

The commanders of the Ministry of Military Affairs started in four columns, followed behind Bei Ming, and walked out of the hall in unison. In the courtyard of the Ministry of Military Affairs, there was a solemn scene, and the people attending the funeral parted on both sides, only to listen to the sonorous steps of the sonorous march across the central avenue. Beiming's expression was awe-inspiring, and he walked in front of the team with his father's coffin on his shoulder. Countless eyes were cast on him, and he was determined and oblivious, ignoring the things around him.

His father ...... Dead ......" A person standing in the farthest part of the courtyard of the Ministry of Military Affairs was Lan Song'er, the second lady of Lan Song Kingdom. She was ordered by her father to bring Lan Yong to the funeral. Lan Song'er looked at Beiming from a distance, only to feel that he was in a dashing figure, and suddenly felt that he was resolute and unhurried, tall and awe-inspiring. The gaze was fixed on him, and he could not deviate from it for a moment.

Beiming put his father's coffin firmly into the cemetery of the Northern Tang family of the Military and Political Department in the mountains. A military flag overshadowed. Bei Tang Xiaofeng looked at her husband's coffin for the last time, and said with a sad but infinitely tender expression: "Brother Ren, we will still be husband and wife in the next life." The Musse family was by her side, and she was seen to be slender but determined, pitiful and respectable.

When the mother regained her mind and looked at her son, Bei Ming looked at her mother with fiery eyes, and from then on, he was the man that her mother could rely on the most. Bei Tang Xiaofeng took a deep breath and felt a little lighter in his heart.

Bei Ming's posture was upright, his feet were standing, he was strong and powerful, and said in a sonorous voice:

"Salute!"

At the sound of the order, tens of thousands of soldiers of the Ministry of Military Affairs fired a salute in unison, magnificently and deafeningly. All the soldiers saluted at the tombstone of the main general and the tombstone of the heroes who died in this battle. Dongling City is solemn and proud!

Ji Zhong suddenly heard the salute and the sound of the Northern Darkness, and couldn't help but shudder, and the eyes that were originally looking at the tombstone of the Northern Tang Muren shrank back. The same is true of Hu Mei'er beside him, who suddenly saw so many soldiers in the army, and was startled, and hid in her husband's arms with an oops. Ji Zhong's eyes widened and pushed her away. Hu Meier still wanted to have a seizure, but was stopped by Ji Shixian on the side. Only then did she barely hold back her anger, glanced at Ji Zhong arrogantly, and ignored him again.

At this time, Ji Lingxiao's eyes couldn't leave Beiming for a moment, and they circled up and down on him. The corners of the mouth that want to be closed can't be controlled, and they want to rise slightly. She was just proud to see him, and when she saw that he was handsome and even more manly, her heart jumped. A pair of seductive eyes circulate left and right, delicate and continuous. Suddenly, she raised her thin eyebrows, the corners of her eyes suddenly rose, and she said in her heart: "Why is that woman next to my brother Beiming! Why is she not dead! Damn!" Ji Lingxiao, who has always paid attention to words and etiquette, couldn't help but burst into foul language.

I saw Fanyin standing on the side of Bei Ming, saluting the chief general and all the sacrificed comrades-in-arms as the head of the second division, with a resolute gaze.

"But it's okay! The more I look at it, the more I look like a man! Hmph!" Ji Lingxiao pinched her with his eyes, and turned his head to stop looking at her. No matter what her fifth Sanskrit sound looks like, in Ji Lingxiao's eyes, there is no woman who can be more charming than her.

In addition to Ji Lingxiao, there was one other person who looked at them from afar. Mo Doli stood beside Hua Po and supported her, Hua Po's body did not improve, but she insisted on sending Bei Tang Muren a ride, and Mo Doli did not stop her. She looked at Beiming and felt sad in her heart, "It's all my fault...... If it weren't for the sake of saving me, with your ability, why would it be so? "In the scenes of the battlefield, Mo Doli saw it in her eyes, and she only regarded the Northern Spiritual Method. But it wasn't until Bei Ming used the space-time technique, crossed the battlefield, and resisted Wan Jun that she suddenly realized that this person was not what she thought he was. If he had gone to the front with his father, perhaps the Lord would not have sacrificed himself, if he had not been poisoned by the wolf, perhaps the battle would not have been so tragic, and if it had not been for her, his so strong vitality would not have collapsed again and again. With wolf venom in his body, how much pain did he endure for himself...... Mo Doli was full of thoughts, and her expression was stunned.

"That person may really be worthy of you......" she looked at Sanskrit and muttered. She has always been arrogant and has never given in, but at this moment, she feels that she is far behind and is lonely.