Seeing that Bai Qiu'an ignored her, the corners of Han Jingqing's mouth rose slightly, "She's very beautiful." ”

Bai Qiuan glanced at Han Jingqing and prepared to get up.

"Not pretty?" Han Jingqing did not forgive.

"Pretty."

This time it was Han Jingqing's turn to be unhappy.

But I didn't expect Bai Qiu'an to add another sentence, "Prettier than you." ”

"Bethune!"

Han Jingqing was like a fried-haired lioness, her fists clenched and released. Bai Qiu'an, who had just recovered from a serious illness, estimated that she could beat her, at least she hadn't even killed a god servant now.

Bethune wrapped himself in a padded jacket hanging on a hanger, and he really couldn't stand this spring at this time.

This spring is surprisingly cold, and people in Jiangbei are always shivering even if they wear cotton jackets.

The third war zone has become a temporary garrison for the Twelve Palaces, and after the end of the battle, they still need to check every room here, for fear that there are shrewd gods hiding in it and waiting for an opportunity.

And it just so happened that dozens of squads gathered together, and there were few safer places in the entire Jiangbei than here.

It wasn't their turn to worry about the area in the center of Jiangbei, so they happily set up a cauldron one by one and made a fire to boil soup for cooking.

But the ingredients are all wolfberry and red dates in hemp bags. This thing is the hard currency that will never be left behind in the Twelve Halls. To be honest, there are countless things that replenish blood.

But the bodies of the people in their twelve halls seem to have a special absorption function for only these two things. It's also a strange thing.

Bai Qiu'an leaned against the wall and walked, there was no big problem with his body. Void is the kind of void that can't pretend to be a scene at all.

Many people along the way unconsciously looked at Bai Qiu'an, and the original frolicking sound in the place where they passed was instantly silent because of this young man who was leaning against the wall.

Silent attention.

The most affordable of the twelve halls are those with big fists. Like the kings and the old immortals of the Senate. And the young man in front of him, at least in the eyes of these people, is the kind with very hard fists in every way.

Bethune was a little uncomfortable with this kind of high-profile scene. But there is no way, the way to go is still to go, and you can't be a sculpture here on a cold day.

Bethune soon found Li Mousi and them.

A few people guarded a small pot with chicken stewed with wolfberry and red dates.

"Awake?"

Li Musi raised his eyes and looked at Bai Qiu'an, whose face was pale.

"Hmm...... Everyone's okay. Bethune also surrounded the small pot and was supported by Lu Ruiqun to sit on the ground.

"You're all right, how can we be okay."

Lu Ruiqun stirred in the pot with chopsticks, and Sun Yanxi on the side took a bowl of soup and handed it to Bai Qiu'an.

Bethune took a bowl and held it in his hand, "Whew... Snore...... Kaa~"

Bethune enjoyed it, it felt very comfortable, but the taste was a little light.

"You drink too?"

"It's all the second pot, don't you see that the meat is rotten."

Lu Ruiqun picked up a shredded piece of meat and brought it to Bethune, and then stretched out his tongue and rolled it into his mouth.

I mean......

Bethune originally thought that there was not enough salt.

"Is there any new instruction from there?" Bethune asked, his communication equipment had been broken before.

"Rest in place, assign patrols to check all nearby buildings, and prevent any gods from being missed."

Lu Ruiqun paused and looked at Sun Yanxi.

Sun Yan was overjoyed and said, "For the gods and envoys, unless their lives are threatened, they will all be treated equally with ordinary people. ”

"I can't figure out if this group of people is sick in the brain. Are not the disciples and the messengers of God the crumbs of the dead? ”

Lu Ruiqun was indignant, he had been unhappy about this for a while.

None of the others spoke, and their hearts were more or less awkward. Bethune was no exception.

"By the way, what about Xie Zhao?"

Bai Qiuan craned his neck and looked at it.

"I was transferred to the Jiangbei Center."

Speaking of this, Lu Ruiqun was a little envious, "I didn't expect this guy to be so powerful." ”

"I think it's half a pound and eight taels compared to Team Yu."

Several people's impression of Yu Dinghai's combat power is actually only on Qi Wenchao's incident, and there is also the identity of the prince of the Snake Palace.

After all, what kind of combat power does the other prince who is close in front of him have, and their group of teammates... And everyone in the third theater of war knows it right now.

Therefore, he raised Yu Dinghai's combat effectiveness in his heart, and barely placed it at Xie Zhao's height.

After all, Xie Zhao's combat effectiveness was seen with their own eyes, while Yu Dinghai's relied more on imagination.

"Judging from the record on paper, Xie Zhao's strength may be stronger." Ade was on the opposite side.

Because of Yu Dinghai's performance and positioning in this battle, he is more like a civilian official. And the status of the prince is considered to be more like a leader than a warrior.

It is true that the strength of the kings is the pyramid of the twelve halls, but the gap between the prince and the king is not as simple as one word.

"Indeed." Sun Yanxi is also on Ade's side.

Bethune raised his eyes and smiled at Li Musi, what he thought in his heart was self-evident.

"Team Yu!"

"Xie Zhao!"

The smiles on their faces froze at the same time.

Bai Qiu'an still thinks that Yu Dinghai is stronger, to be honest, how Xie Zhao fought later, Bai Qiu'an actually didn't have time to watch.

But he felt that even if he watched it, he would still think that Yu Dinghai was stronger. After all, he had seen Yu Dinghai shoot far more often than the people present.

In fact, several people didn't notice it, and their original suspicions about Xie Zhao slowly dissipated.

If Xie Zhao really had any other ideas, then he could have stood aside and watched Bai Qiu'an being hacked to death by the four-winged divine servant who had not discovered anyone.

He is not responsible for himself, and he can still watch the "enemy" die.

Instead of rushing over in an instant to block in front of Bethuan. This is something that the "enemy" will not do anyway.

It seems that their previous speculations were really just too sensitive after Qi Wenchao's incident.

Someone began to get up, saluting with a knife in one direction. Then slowly all the people stood up.

It's the corpses of the fighters sorted out by the logistics side.

Most of them were pieced together, but quite a few of the bodies were still incomplete. There are also some patchwork, obviously not the same person.

But as long as it's human, it's the one who dies here. They were all warriors of their twelve halls.

And the corpses of those comrades-in-arms used to piece together are actually even worse.

There was no cover, and the stretcher was carried away piece by piece.

This is also a bloodless but bloodless experience for the fighters present. As for honoring the dead, you have killed enough servants to be worthy of preaching.

And at the moment, this kind of "preaching" is said by the twelve kings.

Paranoid lunatics can do anything to kill the gods.

This is the afterglow of the comrades-in-arms.

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