Nangong Ming opened the letterhead of Qingluan's seal, and said that his father, Guogong Nangong Chengyu, was seriously ill and dying in the near future.

His emaciated cheeks twitched, and he held the letterhead in place.

Twenty miles away, the huge naval army of Fusang on the Luan River had all been assembled, some of the ships entered the mouth of the river and went up the cangshui, while others anchored on the river, and the soldiers and horses landed on the shore to confront him.

Then he didn't look back to Nangong Qingyun beside him and said: "Withdraw the army to Zecheng, and you will lead the army to hold it for half a month, is there a problem?"

"If you don't stick to it, there will be no risk of being knocked on the city gate within half a month. ”

It was night, under the gray mist starry sky, in the army that retreated silently, Nangong Ming only led a few horses, and galloped out secretly in disguise.

"The Song of the Mortal Kings" 30 Nangong Ming: Killing is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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