"You... Is it a woman?" "Yes, don't worry, you can't kill me and my brother." However, we will not kill you either. We've killed so many people that I can't remember how many people my sword stabbed into their bodies and how many people's blood got on it. My brother and I don't want that. If you can't tolerate us and have to kill us, then we will definitely fight you to the end. It's not that we're afraid of death, it's that we want to see if you can be the king. "If you insist on taking our lives, we will accompany us." ”

The five people in the White Tiger Clan's team, including the one of the Qinglong Clan's who fished in troubled waters, all stared at the woman standing in front of them. That woman with extremely superb martial arts is so beautiful as a country and a city. She looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, and she was generous and fearless in the face of them. Such a woman could survive such a fierce war, but there was not a single wound on her body, and her face was well preserved. It's not a little unbelievable!

The woman's gaze swept over the surrounding corpses: "This is the price paid for this war." Not only the people of our Suzaku Clan, but also the people of the Qinglong Clan, the people of the Xuanwu Clan, and the people of your White Tiger Clan, all of them were buried in lust, selfishness, and greed. Some people just want to survive and save their lives, but they still have to pay for their lives only once. The White Tiger Clan is the one who is most sure to survive to the end, but they do not hesitate to sacrifice the lives of almost everyone in their own family to fight us and the other two families to the end. If we can't even accommodate it, how can we accommodate the people of the world? Is this the mind that a king has? Is the way to decide who is the king of the world is to kill all those who have even the slightest ability to compete with himself? I don't know how sad and pathetic it is to have such thoughts?

The three members of the White Tiger Clan all bowed their heads and didn't say a word, obviously realizing their mistake. One of the other two White Tiger Clan team asked, "Excuse me, the phrase 'the weak, there is no place for even the weak'." That sentence, but what did the girl say?" "What is it, what is it?" "Under the white tiger Canghui, dare to ask the girl's name?" The woman turned her gaze completely to him, and the two of them looked at each other for a long time before she spit out four words: "Suzaku... Yucca. "What a beautiful name. Canghui put down the sword in his hand, and all six of them put down their respective swords.

Canghui was the first to leave, followed by the other four people, and Yucca followed. They saw a large, neat but empty house. "It's the biggest in the land. Canghui picked a large vacant lot behind the big house, and there was no open space in sight. "Bury the dead warriors here. "But there are so many people who have died, how long will we be buried like this?" "We should not complain, because we owe it to them." No matter which family they belong to, whether they have ambition or not, whether they are the ones who killed our White Tiger Clan or not, as long as his body still exists, all we can do is bury their body. That's the only thing we can do for them. ”

So, in order to repent of himself, Canghui worked tirelessly to carry every corpse sacrificed on the battlefield and buried them one by one in the ground, hoping that their souls could rest in peace. Yucca also helped, and Canghui's approach made her impression of him gradually improve, and she seemed to have a little more good feelings. Later, ordinary people from non-aristocratic families also came to help bury the bodies of the dead in the resting place, presumably also moved by the vicissitudes. Until Canghui was really tired, Yucca, a woman who had all the advantages on the battlefield, also had a gentle side, wiping sweat for him, beating his legs and taking food for him.

This was so glaring in the eyes of the only surviving Qinglong clan, and in order to get Yucca's attention, he also began to work frantically, and was busy in front of her eyes. However, Yucca never looked at him. It can be said that he even has the heart to kill Canghui. He hated it very much, why was the White Tiger Clan the strongest? Why was the White Tiger Clan the king? Canghui had killed so many people, why was Yucca still so good to him?

With the help of many civilians, most of the dead warriors were buried, leaving only completely decomposed corpses and bones. Although the Qinglong clan has made a lot of efforts for this, everyone has seen the hard work of the vicissitudes, even the yucca. The common people have decided to elect a king from among the White Tiger Clan, who can serve as the king who can govern the country. In fact, most people know who the king is in the hearts of the people.

The night before the election of the king, the only Qinglong clan took Yucca by the hand and ran to a place where no one was around. "Yucca, that... "Aren't you one of the five surviving members of the White Tiger Clan?" "Tomorrow we will choose one of the five of us to be the king, who do you think is the one who is most likely to become the king?" Yucca did not answer his question directly, but asked, "Is it so important who is the king? Do you want to be the king so much? It is also from the White Tiger family, and even the people of your own family have to fight for this king?" "The same from the White Tiger family?" I think you are mistaken. I hate the White Tiger, Yucca, do you know? I hate the White Tiger!"