"The Seven Princes of the Lan Kingdom, Lan Jiaxin." Yun Qiange muttered, and the haze quickly flashed between her eyes, very good, she wrote it down.

Pang Ru came back to his senses at this time, and slapped Kaiyun Qiange with one palm: "Damn, what did you do to me!" ”

"It's nothing, it's just that I remember your master's name." Yun Qiange's throat was fishy, she pressed her chest, and blood flowed down the corners of her mouth, bright and distinct: "You and your master, no one wants to live happily." ”

The sword pierced the air like a dragon and stabbed towards Pang Ru! She walked lightly and her posture was agile, like a soul-seducing rakshasa trying to take the man's head!

The moves are vicious and vicious, pressing step by step, without giving Pang Ru a chance to breathe!

"Ding." A wisp of green silk was cut off by the sword, Pang Ru dodged the sword in fear, if she hadn't dodged quickly, the sword would have wiped her neck long ago!

"Oh, yellow-haired girl. I'll play with you another day. With that, Pang Ru let go of a mist and left in a hurry. She deeply understands in her heart that in terms of close quarters, she is not this girl's opponent at all, this girl is pressing forward step by step, and she doesn't even have a chance to make a formation! It seems that the only way to do it is next time!

The fog gradually dissipated around Yun Qiange's body, and Yun Qiange bit the pass, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword was trembling.

She walked to Wei Ran's side step by step, and picked up the man with a blue face, his body was cold, and he no longer had a trace of breath lying in her arms.

The sky was overcast as if it were about to fall, the autumn wind blew, and the fallen leaves withered.

When she went to the coffin shop, the coffin owner was startled when he looked at the corpse in her arms, but he still actively recommended the coffin.

Later, thinking that Wei Ran was not bad for herself, she bought him the best coffin and used up all the money on her.

In the end, she buried the boy on a hill and asked the best stonemason to carve a tablet in the name of Jiang Wangfu: Best Friend: The Tomb of Weiran.

In front of the tomb, the coin had been burned to ashes, and the small flames reflected in the cyan projection.

The wind is whispering, and the birds are mourning.

She stood up and said goodbye to her first friend who had come to another world, and who had given her life for her.

Wei Ran, wait and see, I will definitely slash Lan Jiaxin and this woman's head with my hands to sacrifice your spirit in the sky.

She turned around, and the impression of the high-spirited, wise and bright young man left her like this......

Royal Academy

In the blink of an eye, autumn has just left, and winter has come.

In the winter of the Qilin Kingdom, the snow is covered in snow.

In the early morning, snowballs shook the branches.

The doors in the courtyard were opened one by one, and one after another, the teenagers in big jackets walked out in twos and threes.

"Yi, it's been more than sixty days, and we're going to have trouble with the little sergeant for a long time." The young man in the brocade robe led by him wore a gold jacket, lined with a white bottomed sheep's haircoat, and pedaled with black brimmed brocade boots. Born like Pan An, his aura is extraordinary.

Zhuge Yi wore a black jacket, lined with a white robe, and a luxurious auspicious cloud pattern. He frowned, his brows were full of displeasure, and when Jiang Yingshi's name was mentioned, his whole face darkened: "Dazhou, how many times have I said it, it's not that we abandoned Jiang Yingshi, it was Jiang Yingshi who abandoned us." ”

Zhuge Ming was dressed in a gray robe, covered with a jacket of the same color, his face was like Fu Fan, and his appearance was extraordinary. He took a sip of spring, lowered his eyes slightly, and collected all his thoughts, he was the least talkative of the four, but he also had the most thoughts.

"But......" Gongsun Zhou hesitated.

"Don't be! Don't forget who left Mingji! Zhuge Yi yelled angrily, and was roaring......

The silver bell-like laughter floated from not far away: "Hehehehe, Ning'er, your embroidery is so beautiful." ”