But looking at the injuries on Xuanyuan Jiuli's body, he felt that it was unlikely, could it be that grandpa and they had provoked some powerful people?

Or is Xuanyuan Jiuli not the powerful person she imagined at all, just an embroidered pillow? Anyone who comes and beats him like this?

For a while, a series of possibilities flashed in Mu Qingge's mind.

Speaking of this, Ling Yun was even more angry, if it weren't for the news of Old Man Mu, the prince would not have rushed over overnight, let alone confronted the Yin Ancestor, and he would not have been seriously injured in order to save him.

"This king is tired and needs to rest." Xuanyuan Jiuli didn't answer Mu Qingge's words, just rubbed his eyebrows.

The corners of Mu Qingge's eyes twitched, she couldn't wait to drag Xuanyuan Jiuli down and beat him, she had never seen someone talk like this, but if she didn't find it, she would give her a good word!

Fortunately, she is not a violent temper, otherwise she doesn't know how many times she has gone berserk.

Take a deep breath, calm down, calm down!

Mu Qingge forced himself to calm down, gritted his teeth and said, "Then the prince will go to rest first, and I will call you for dinner!" ”

Yan Guo was menacing this time, General Shao led his men and horses to fight, Mu Qingge listened to the sound of drums, and couldn't help but get out of the camp.

I don't know when it rained lightly outside, and the wind smelled of blood, and the raindrops also carried blood.

Standing on a mountain col, watching the soldiers rush up one by one, brandishing their swords and fighting bloodily, one fell, the other took over, and the corpses piled up on the ground could no longer be described as tragic.

This is war, grandpa he has been on the battlefield all his life, is this how he survived?

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, Mu Qingge turned around, and when he saw that it was Xuanyuan Jiuli, he turned around and looked at the battlefield in the distance.

"Do you think we can win?"

Mu Qingge's voice was very low, if it weren't for Xuanyuan Jiuli's amazing ear power, I am afraid that he would not be able to hear Mu Qingge's words clearly.

Mu Qingge just asked casually, not really wanting an answer, and then said, "If my grandfather is still here, when will it be the turn of Yan Guo's iron horse to step into the abyss?" ”

"General Shao's ability is good, there will be no problem." Xuanyuan Jiuli also observed for so long before he was relieved to hand over everything to General Shao.

"Lord Wang, did they really not find my grandfather?"

Xuanyuan Jiuli didn't answer her just now, she had already guessed.

“......”

After the Yin Demon Ancestor blew himself up that day, he sent someone to the Yin Demon Ancestor's lair to take a look, but he didn't find Mu Lao Houye, not even Mu Hou Ye and Mu Qinghan.

They went a step too late, and the person no longer knew who was taken away.

"I see." Although Mu Qingge had already guessed it, he couldn't help but be disappointed in his heart.

Xuanyuan Jiuli returned from injury this time, it should also be for her grandfather, speaking of which, she really has nothing to complain about.

After all, he is not related to himself, and it is already benevolent and righteous to be able to do this for himself.

Xuanyuan Jiuli didn't speak for a while, looking at Mu Qingge's thin back, he couldn't help but think of the pure spirit body mentioned by the Yin Demon Ancestor before.

Is Mu Qingge really a natural spirit?

But Mu Qingge has never cultivated, so he can't see anything at all, does he want to believe the words of the Yin Evil Ancestor and test Mu Qingge?

If Mu Qingge is really a pure spirit body, once she cultivates, she will be exposed, and then I am afraid that it will attract the attention of many people outside the world, and it will also attract a lot of ill-intentioned people like the Yin Ancestor, will this harm her?

When evening came, the blood-red sunset gradually receded, and Yan Guo also launched an order to withdraw its troops, and the Dayuan army could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After the Yan Kingdom completely retreated, many soldiers were paralyzed on the ground, looking at the cold corpses around them and weeping bitterly.

Some endured their grief, treated the wounded, cleaned the battlefield, and buried the corpses.