Above the nine heavens, the journey of thousands of miles.

The hundred-foot dragon following behind, the pitch-black dragon scales were shining with cold light, and his eyes as big as copper bells stared at the two people standing proudly in the wind in front of him with their fingers tied with each other.

The gaze of the hundred-foot dragon moved downwards, sweeping towards the Vermilion Bird, revealing a melancholy look.

it……

Are you going to lose your job?

On the other hand, the slaughter sword on Ye Mohan's waist was so sour that it lost its tenacity and shook a few times.

The National Protection Sword on Chu Yue's back had a high spirited and high spirited aura.

After a while, Chu Yue discovered an army and followed the way north and was suddenly surprised.

In the fierce wind, Mu Fengming wrapped his arms around his chest, his armor and swords and guns, his ink hair was casually dispersed, and the black cloak swayed.

She wrapped her arms around her chest and raised her eyebrows, "Little guy, don't you welcome me?"

"General Mu can leave with his side, so I am welcome."

Chu Yue smiled and said.

"That's-"

Mu Fengming was so arrogant and said with some meaning: "I was afraid that although the northern border is the main land of the northern border, it was a troublesome situation. Perhaps it was a dragon's and tiger's den, but I would have been guarding it myself before I could feel at ease."

These words were insincere and seemed to be saying that Ye Mohan’s protection was not strong.

Ye Mohan was not angry, his lips raised slightly, and he said carelessly: "As a first-class general of the Imperial Army, General Mu should be busy with official duties, but he has time."

"As the lord of the realm, the night Emperor is busy with all kinds of things every day, so isn't he so idle?"

Mu Fengming said jokingly.

Chu Yue looked at the two of them with a helpless expression.

Suzaku speeded up his flight.

It really made Mr. Que’s headache when listening to these personal conversations!

The beast spirits and birds behind them were gambled to go on their way again.

I don’t know which stubbornness is not matched with apples and chicken legs. It flies so fast.

...

The northern border is high and the road is far away, north of the mainland.

Yan Nanji and other disciples of the academy were busy preparing for the competition on the way.

But in the eastern suburbs, in front of Xiao Bai's new grave, there was only the sound of birds singing.

The branches of the tall tree sprinkled with fine mottled sunlight.

A haggard figure walked out of the shadow of the tree alone.

Xiao Tianyou's right sleeve was not supported by his arms and drooped weakly.

He seemed to have been aging for more than ten years overnight.

Half of his white hair made him look even more tired and old.

Now he is not wearing the armor of the general who protects the country, dressed in white, and walked forward tremblingly.

Xiao Tianyou only had a good left hand, carrying a pot of wine.

He sat next to the new grave, leaning against the new grave, as if he was like his eldest son when he was young, and was still holding his hand and taking him to the shooting range for training.

"My old Xiao family is full of heroes."

Xiao Tianyou leaned against the new grave, and his plain robe was stained with the ground foam in the tomb, but he didn't care at all. He raised his head and raised his hand to drink a big sip of wine.

The wine sprinkled on Xiao Tianyou's face and on the new grave.

Xiao Tianyou laughed: "Xiao Bai, you die as much as you want, you have a good death, you have a great value for death, and you are as heavy as a mountain! I am proud of my father."

His wrist tilted, sprinkling the remaining strong wine on the grave, smiling proudly.

Just as he smiled, Xiao Tianyou buried his face on the grave, and his shoulders were shaking because of crying, and tears that could not be curbed were covered with tears.

"Don't be sad for your father."

Xiao Tianyou choked and said, "I am very happy for my father. I cried with joy. I will give you my Xiao family soldiers the last journey."

He was afraid of losing his composure in front of everyone, so he sent his eldest son to the underworld alone.

Xiao Tianyou held the mud in both hands, tears streaming across his face with new scars, and let out a slight whine: "How can you let me live? How can I explain it to your mother when I go underground in the future."

Xiao Tianyou buried his head and cried, his emotions lost control.

"Puchi--"

The blood and blood surged, and Xiao Tianyou vomited a mouthful of blood.

He sat on the ground in dismay, raised his hand to caress the grave without warmth, and smiled and cried: "How can you live as a father?"

The shadow behind the tree.

Xiao Ran, the second son of the Xiao family, looked at his father quietly, his hands tightly clenched, his lips turned pale, and he did not come forward to disturb the peaceful moments of their father and son.

Xiao Ran's eyes were filled with tears, falling like broken pearls and jade.

He secretly swore to the brother under the blue sky and the nine netherworlds.

In this life, he inherited the ambition of the Xiao family and the faith of his elder brother, and devoted his life to the great journey of restoring the Xuanyuan Dynasty!!

He quietly accompanied his father until late at night, until Xiao Tianyou fainted in front of the grave, and then went over to help his father back.

After taking a few steps, Xiao Ran paused and stopped.

He turned around and looked at the new grave and grinned.

"Brother, please go with peace of mind. Le Li and my father, give it to me, Shenwu Kingdom, and I will go to the Hall of Yama in the future and will tell you the rise and prosperity of Shenwu."

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Chapter completed!