"One day, I and Lin Meng, the left guard, took a few soldiers to explore the enemy camp, and when we retreated, the small forest on the left side of the enemy camp came from the roar similar to that of a wild beast, so I and Xiao Zuo touched it, because the sun and the moon were dark, and Xiao Zuo and I only saw dozens of pairs of red eyes." After speaking, the right protector Zuo Yi pushed the left protector Lin Meng.

Lin Meng touched the back of his head in embarrassment, and said, "Mmmm, and when Xiao You and I were about to leave, we heard a flute, and then those roars disappeared, as if these beasts had been pacified." ”

"Do you remember that rhythm?"

Zuo Yi, the right protector, nodded, "That rhythm is too strange, the last general has never heard it, but the last general knows a lot about the rhythm, if you listen to it again, you will definitely be able to distinguish it." ”

"Okay." The emperor glanced at his eyes, and his eyes were facing the leisurely Mo Shu on the side.

Mo Shu touched his nose and shrugged his shoulders to show that he didn't have a flute.

Emperor Li raised his slender willow eyebrows, and Jun Fengyu, who was sitting beside Mo Shu, silently took out a flute with a whole body of turquoise from his arms, "Ahem, is this okay?" ”

"Bagpipe Qingluan." Mo Shu opened his mouth lightly, and said one word to break everyone's doubts.

"He doesn't belong to you." Emperor Lisha's red lips opened lightly, and although the words he spit out were not against his ears, every word was true.

The soldiers looked at Jun Fengyu with puzzled faces.

Jun Fengyu wrinkled his nose and didn't intend to explain anything, and directly threw the flute at the emperor.

Di Lisha caught the flute, turned it around in his hand, and hooked his red lips, "He's too weak." ”

Jun Fengyu: ......

Generals: Messy in the Wind......

Mo Shu: [laughs]

"Listen." The turquoise bagpipes attached to the perfect red lips, and the strange melody came slowly.

"That's right, this is it." Zuo Yi stepped forward and asked Di Lisha, "Please tell the girl why this is?" ”

"Requiem."

"Requiem?" Zuo Yi and the others were all Erzhang monks who were confused, and only Jun Fengyu's face changed abruptly.

………………

"Hao Jun, Zhao Sheng, you wait for 50,000 troops to go to call the battle, and hold on for three hours."

"The last general commands." Hao Jun and Zhao Sheng didn't know why they believed and obeyed the orders of the woman in front of them, but they did do what she said.

"Lin Meng, you bring 100 elite soldiers, according to the drawings, arrange them around the camp, and you can't deviate a single cent."

Emperor Lisha didn't know where to take out a scroll and threw it directly at Lin Meng, the left protector.

"The last general commands." Lin Meng smiled and went to arrange it.

"Zhou Lang, tie 1,000 elite soldiers to ambush in the grove on the right side of the enemy camp, stop the fleeing enemy soldiers, and kill no mercy!"

"Yes, the last general commands." Zhou Lang was aggrieved at the moment, but for some reason, he just couldn't resist Emperor Lisha.

"Zuo Yi, no matter what method you use, you must blow the phoenix flute Qingluan when the requiem of Nadingzhen sounds." In this way, Emperor Lisha casually threw a treasure to others.

Jun Fengyu watched his men go out one by one, touched his nose himself, and stood up, "What am I going to do?" ”

"Sit in the camp." Emperor Lisha glanced at him, and his figure disappeared into the king's tent in a flash.

The corners of Jun Fengyu's mouth twitched, and he smiled helplessly, "Mr. Mo, you ......"

Jun Fengyu turned around and looked at the place where Mo Shu was sitting, all the words were stuck in his throat, and the smile on his face froze, how could there be Mo Shu's shadow on this seat.

The corners of Jun Fengyu's mouth twitched, he really wanted to burst into foul language, and he did so.

"Holy!" There was a roar from the king's tent, which alarmed the birds of the groves around the camp to scurry and circle for a long time.

……………………

"You're going to the demons."

The affirmative tone made Emperor Lisha raise his eyebrows, "Nonsense." ”

The corners of Mo Shu's mouth twitched, "I'm also going back to the Blood Clan, we'll see you in three months." [Note: One year for the lower interface is one day for the upper interface.] 】

"There's no need." Emperor Lisha directly tore through the space and stepped into the Split Sky Tunnel to go to the Demon Clan.

Mo Shu looked at the slowly closing Split Sky Tunnel, and with a flash of light in his eyes, he opened the Split Sky Tunnel to the Blood Clan, and slowly stepped in.

————————

Demon Realm:

Dressed in an ink-colored gold silk embroidered robe, the emperor walked out of the cracked tunnel slowly, his eyes as cold as a thousand years of ice, like a pool of stagnant water, looking at the towering demon palace standing in the center of the Demon Killing Capital not far away.