This game that determines the life and death of the people has finally come to an end, it can be said that a few families are happy and a few are sad, Xinghai Country is also in line with the principle of peaceful coexistence, accepting many defeated countries to defect, Li Moran left several letters were also sent to Xiaoyao Pavilion, with the arrival of the letters, everyone did not know whether to be sad or happy, sad that Li Moran left here to go to another world, fortunately seemed to have picked up a life, but when everyone read the letters, they were still in pain.

Jiang Zixu took the letter in his hand and didn't open it for a long time, carried a pot of good wine and walked on the rooftop, looked up at the sky, opened the letter after a long sigh, and the envelope said Jiang Wang Jiang Zixu opened it personally.

The letter said: Uncle Jiang, the game is going on at this time suddenly feel to write this letter, if you see this letter I probably expect to encounter an accident, but everything is as you expected, the purpose of this game is to integrate our resources, a high degree of concentration of power, maybe this is the future development direction, I want to call on allies and defeated countries to join the formation of a large strategic alliance in the name of Xiaoyao Pavilion, this alliance can not just stay on the surface, in order to cope with the change, as long as you can take the lead, you can lead step by step, and please make follow-up judgments. Based on my death, the people will not have much resistance, our country is vast, and it is not a problem to accept refugees, and the uncultivated areas are set aside for self-development, and they can live normally with a shelter, as for the labor force can be selected from the idle and idle personnel of the alliance, including petty crimes, given standardized training, paid wages, and relieved the pressure of the defeated country, this is one of my assumptions, as for whether it is established, I also ask Jiang Wang to help me improve my thinking. People must eventually say goodbye, I will not go in vain in this life, if I am unexpected, or you temporarily take the position of the master of the Xiaoyao Pavilion, there is a ghost to kill the town, outsiders dare not offend, if there is a doubt, the letter will be announced to the world. Men don't need to say much, I'm just one step ahead, and the preparations for the death battle have been made when the aircraft fell here, but it's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to witness the arrival of the prosperous era with my own eyes, alas.

After Jiang Zixu finished reading the letter, he closed his eyes, kept tears, drank a big gulp, coughed twice and continued to numb himself with alcohol, and finally saw the dawn of dawn, and was knocked down into the abyss, yes, why is he the one who is injured, why is he always the one who is injured.

After Li's father and mother returned to the room, they looked at each other speechlessly for a long time, and finally Li's father gritted his teeth and opened the letter, and the envelope wrote that his father Li Lianjun and his mother Yang Caixia opened it in person.

The letter reads: Mom and Dad, it's a pity that we have come to this point, but we are ready to sacrifice for a long time, aren't we? It's just that I never thought that the parting came so suddenly, maybe it was too late to hug each other, but I was prepared, no matter what, I don't regret the experience of this life, I don't regret practicing martial arts, I don't regret joining the army, and I don't regret everyone I met in the journey of life. If it is not bad, I should have won the battle in the key game, and my master once said that falling in the battle is the best destination for a warrior. Daddy, don't blame the other members of the Xinghai team, after all, I am the vice captain of the Xinghai team, and it is impossible to submit the battle table without my nod, I don't have much time left, and I still have to prepare for the war, if there is an afterlife, I am willing to serve the second elder for the rest of my life, and I will not leave an inch. As for Luo'er, please let her choose for herself and don't exert any pressure, because she is the most shameful person in my life. is not a filial son, Li Mo is dye and stays.

Li's father and mother hugged each other and cried bitterly after reading the letter, and they couldn't calm down for a long time, but He Luo'er seemed much quieter on the other hand.

The letter reads: I don't know where to start with a thousand words, in short, I'm sorry, I may have to break my promise, this is the first time, and the last time, at this time all the words seem pale and weak, but even if I leave you, I will be in a corner, watching you, applauding you, cheering for you, I will always love you. I heard that you seem to have some signs of pregnancy and I don't know if it's true or not, if the news is true, you are willing to give birth to an heir, if it is a boy, please tell him that his father is a failure, did not take good care of his mother, did not fulfill the duty of a father, let him grow up to protect you for me. If it's a girl, tell her that her father is a great hero who died to protect the world, and she has many powerful uncles and aunts, don't be afraid, no one in this world dares to hurt her. And thank you for your tolerance, your gentleness, this is the most difficult thing for me to let go, but unfortunately you and I can't be satisfied. As for your choice, no one can interfere, I will reserve the greatest rights for you, and I will spare no effort for you if I can. Li Mo dye stayed.

He Luoer smiled and dried her tears, pouted and thought, I'm afraid that Li Moran didn't expect the follow-up changes when he wrote the letter, although he couldn't personally testify with the medicine sage, after all, I feel that I am indeed pregnant and reborn, I also believe that you are still alive, it is estimated that during the game, I will steal it behind my mother's back, hum, that little girl, hey~Fuckout~ No, she also died in battle today, it won't be the same place as you, right? No way? Oh, my God! What iniquity did I make?

At dinner in the evening, He Luo'er comforted the old couple, and swore and said: "Parents, don't worry, Li Moran will definitely come back, it's not a dream, all the words almost correspond, it would be good if I could have the opportunity to personally testify with the medicine sage, Uncle Jiang Li Moran has made such a great contribution, do you have a chance to fight for it?" ”

Jiang Zixu smiled coldly and replied, "If you can't do it, you have to do it, and if you can't do it, you have to do it!" This is what the world owes us! When the ghost kills back, let him be in charge of communicating about the matter. ”

Two days later, the heroes arrived in Jingshou City, carried by Long Biao, Fan Changhong and other six team members carrying the ice coffin containing Li Mo Ran, Bai Zhibai and Zhang Tianshi and the remaining team members carried Bai Qianhuan's jade coffin, 16 people wore white turbans, their arms were tied with white ribbons, and tiger eyes were tearful from the airport all the way to the podium. Along the way, the streets were full of people, dressed solemnly, and few people laughed. After participating in the commendation meeting, the soldiers divided into two ways and sent the two sacrificed heroes home.

The people of Xiaoyao Pavilion waited at the airport early, because Phoenix City was hit hard, there were few people left, and they almost moved out of Phoenix City, so they were a little depressed, and after everyone met, they didn't cry and shout, there was no miserable wail, Jiang Zixu directly pulled the ghost kill and asked, "Is there any news worth telling us?" ”

Ghost Kill replied: "I did notice that something was wrong, some of the war dead may be sick, such as Bai Qianhuan's injuries although they seem to be fatal, but they were not fatal at the time, even Ono Jizaburo's death is also strange, many people have discovered this, but the authenticity of the young master's death is still relatively high, we speculate that they are not normal deaths, but there is no direct evidence." ”

Jiang Zixu's eyes flashed after hearing this, and finally leaked a long-lost smile, this kid is probably still alive, it's good to be alive, it's good to be alive.

Inside the Xiaoyao Pavilion, there was a lot of noise about Li Moran's funeral, and most people thought that since Li Moran was not dead, there was no need to hold a funeral. In order to promote the future he envisioned, he had to persuade others. The weight of Jiang Zixu's words was even higher than that of Li's father, and after patiently explaining the purpose, it was finally decided that he, Li's father, Li's mother, Ghost Slayer, Lion Face, Dajin, and He Luoer would attend the funeral on behalf of Xiaoyao Pavilion.

During the silent mourning, the monk Xuanming, who did not know the truth, hugged Li Moran's tombstone and cried bitterly, while Fan Changkong bit his lip and his eyes were red. At the time of the burial, He Luoer and others were infected by the atmosphere, and they could no longer bear to cry bitterly, as if they had really lost their beloved. And Bai Qianhuan was buried beside him, only Tie Qinglian, Zhang Ziqiong and several people in Bai Mansion bowed their heads and sobbed.

After the ceremony, there was an endless stream of people who came here to mourn, and it was not until the closure that the garden was much clearer, and they were able to stay here because of their status. He Luo'er summoned Li Moran's companions to tell the truth, and the startled few people looked at each other, Long Biao nodded silently, and it seemed that he also knew the inside story. When asked about Bai Qianhuan, everyone shook their heads into rattles, and they all said that they didn't know, and wanted to throw the question to the ghost killer. But the ghost killed this slippery head, and when he heard He Luo'er just speak, he slipped away under the excuse of slipping, and no one even paid attention to when he left.

"Except for many people in the Dragon Team, it is not the first time to meet, no matter what happens when you are together, please remember that I, He Luo'er, will always be Li Moran's main palace, and we are a legal husband and wife! I will wait for him to come back and never remarry. The indignant He Luo'er refused the help of the others, struggled to remove the tomb through a gap, threw in a letter, and turned away.

"When I walked down the street where we walked together..................

I still miss the breeze of the ancient tomb, and the willows are still there.

That mountain forest, it is difficult to see the sun, that path, the dust and sand of the ancient road.

And now the breeze is still there, the willows are swaying, and the shade of the trees is dappled with the sun.

The dust and sand of the ancient road are still fluttering, drifting into the eyes of the departed, turning into sour tears.

And where have you been?

In the time of acquaintance, there have been ups and downs, but what I always have is a vision for the future.

Taiji Ancient Mausoleum, we met by chance, met, saved, embraced, and fell in love.

But time is in a hurry............

From early morning till dusk,

Waiting for the cold to come and go, waiting for the wind to warm under the tree, waiting for the cicadas to chirp around your ears, but you can't wait for your return.

No matter where you are, don't forget yourself.

It's okay to be busy now, but you are still the most frequent thing in my mind in my spare time.

You are gone, you have gone to a distant land, and you have missed in vain.

I don't know when you'll be back, or if you'll be the same.

I shifted the grief of looking down on the tomb into a yearning for life.

Love your heart as attachment.

Your departure has become a barrier to my heart, and now I have to live for others.

The debt I owe has been paid, life by life.

Don't hate to know each other for a short time, and only then do you feel cold when you miss it.

I can't finish the three spring willows of Jiangqiao Jinting, and I can't finish the glass of wine in the magic capital nightclub.

Sigh! Rest, tomorrow the yellow butterfly is more worried.

Eventually, move forward.