Hearing the guard's report, Meng Chengcheng stopped his movements, got up and looked at a few people, his light-colored eyes reflected in the faint light, reflecting the mysterious color.

"The beauty is like a dream, the country is captivating" staring at the shallow shadow, Long Ziyue murmured unconsciously

Meng Chengcheng turned his eyes slightly, his gaze paused on Long Ziyue, and then turned to Zhuang Wei, and said in a flat voice: "In the battle of Shuangyue City, can the casualties be counted?" ”

Zhuang Wei nodded, his voice was low, "Wu Ya's soldiers lost 80,000, and the city's citizens suffered 30,000 casualties."

Dream Allure bowed lightly, his eyes were still calm, Zhuang Wei pondered for a long time, stepped forward and said: "Master National Teacher, before this battle, the last general sent a letter to the Luoyun Sect for help, but the request for help was delivered for half a month, but the Luoyun Sect has not made a move, so cold but it hurts the friends and neighbors to know."

Meng Chengcheng shook his head lightly when he heard this, and said slowly: "It's not that the Luoyun Sect is disregardful, but that the sovereignty within its sect has changed, and the position of the sect master is out of place, so there is no time to make a move."

"The position of the suzerain is ecstatic?" Long Ziyue was slightly surprised, and then asked: "The position of the sect master was chosen by the elders of the internal power, how could it be so easy to change the position, could it be that Junqing made some big mistake?" ”

"Junqing?" Meng Chengcheng raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes

"The Sect Master of the Falling Cloud Sect is known as Junqing," Long Ziyue explained softly

Meng Chengcheng smiled lightly, his light-colored eyes condensed a few deep rays, "The Luoyun Sect was founded by the ancient clan, and the disciples in power are all from the Luo clan, when will it be the turn of the Jun surname Wai to be the sect master?" ”

"Luo's ......" Long Ziyue murmured softly, her breathing a little out of order

It didn't seem to notice Long Ziyue's abnormality, and Meng Chengcheng was still whispering to himself, "The Luoyun Sect was founded by the Luo clan of the ancient god clan, and the previous sect masters are all descendants of the Luo clan, eight years ago, Luo Yuntian, the patriarch of the Luo clan, stepped down from retreat and handed over the position of the sect leader of the Luoyun Sect to his only son, so the sect master of the Luoyun Sect is not Jun Qing, but the former young patriarch of the God Clan, the Luo clan...... Luo Ziqing"

"Poof" Before the words fell, Long Ziyue spurted blood, her crystal eyes dimmed in an instant, Long Ziyue's body shook, and her pretty face turned pale.

"Moon" Phantom Night's eyes changed, and he was busy supporting Long Ziyue, but seeing that the other party's expression was bleak, as if he had been hit hard, he suddenly lowered his eyes at the moment, and his cold eyes shot directly at the dream, "What did you do to the moon?" ”

Dream Allure looked calm, but there were waves in his eyes.

Are you really unable to escape this catastrophe?

"Night" raised his hand and gently tugged at the sleeve of Phantom Night, Long Ziyue barely squeezed out a smile, "I'm fine, it's just that my breath is a little unstable, just rest and rest, this matter has nothing to do with the national teacher"

"Moon" Phantom Night frowned, there was disagreement in her eyes, but Long Ziyue was powerless to explain, and her body fell into a coma as soon as she fell into Phantom Night.

Phantom Night didn't care about pursuing it anymore, and picked up Long Ziyue and wanted to leave, but he was stopped by Dream Allure before his figure moved, "There are a lot of pavilions in the National Teacher's Mansion, so let Miss Long rest in the National Teacher's Mansion."

Dream Allure said, in exchange for the maid to arrange the residence, although the phantom night hesitated, but thinking of Long Ziyue's condition, he still calmed down.

The group came and went in a hurry, and the bamboo garden was suddenly left with only one person.

There was a wind blowing, and the bamboo forest rustled.

Meng Chengcheng raised his head and quietly looked at the sky in the distance, and his eyes quietly swelled up a little lonely. He has a different personality by nature, and it is rare to meet someone who has changed his life, but he still can't escape the destiny of heaven.

"Is it really so difficult to change your life against the sky?"

Sighing softly, Meng Chengcheng silently retracted his gaze, turned around and walked out of the bamboo forest, the wind was still blowing quietly, and the green bamboo forest only sank a sigh, blowing away in the ethereal shallow wind.