Liu Gupan, who was so cruel that he had turned out to make a stroke, eventually died of thunder punishment. However, Xuanyuan's national weapon also exhausted his essence and became dozens of years old in an instant.
The money fell and scattered.
Liu Gupan's subordinates were gathered for profit, but now that Liu Gupan has died, they naturally escaped at the fastest speed.
Xuanyuan Guoqi collapsed to the ground and looked at the city tower, like a pair of beautiful Ye Junlin and Xuanyuan Qingcheng.
"Your Highness, can you... let me agree to me again?"
Ye Junlin raised his eyebrows. In this situation, it was really hard to refuse, so he had to nod his head helplessly.
"It's good to marry Qingcheng."
Ye Junlin's heart was already crazy. This was a request from somewhere, it was clearly a forced marriage!
Slowly turning his head, Ye Junlin glanced at the woman in purple beside him. Xuanyuan Qingcheng was indeed very beautiful, and it was no worse than Gu Xiyan, but...
Ye Junlin's thoughts flew around, but Xuanyuan Qingcheng bit his lip and pulled Ye Junlin, who was not aware of his sternness, and knelt down.
"The heaven is proof, and the little girl Xuanyuan Qingcheng vows here to marry Ye Junlin as his wife, and will never give up on her forever."
Xuanyuan Guoqi's face showed a very difficult smile, and murmured: "Your Highness the King of Wei is a kind person."
Ye Junlin had already been crazy. When he heard Xuanyuan Guoqi's words, he almost cursed: "You are kind-hearted sister!"
His eyes slowly closed, and the vitality of Xuanyuan's country was cut off. Xuanyuan Qingcheng knelt on the city tower, crying heart-wrenchingly.
The heavy rain is still majestic.
Xuanyuan Qingcheng was sobbing in the corner. Ye Junlin sighed and waved his left hand to set up a barrier for Xuanyuan Qingcheng. If she didn't get up, Ye Junlin kept standing, like holding a small umbrella.
After all, Old Wu couldn't let Ye Junlin go and hurried back to the city tower. Seeing the scene of holding an umbrella, Old Wu, who had lived for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Countless lights and shadows flashed in his sea of consciousness, and his eyes were filled with loneliness and remembrance.
That year, it was rainy and it was also holding an umbrella.
The woman looked at Lao Wu, who was only 'not confused', and stabbed the famous sword that passed down into his chest.
"After all, you are someone who wants to do big things, how can I stop you from the way you go?"
The woman's aura was cut off, but Lao Wu was appointed as a general and led his army to the sky for more than ten years. When he achieved success, Lao Wu, who had already become the "Sword God", suddenly had a sharp drop in his realm. People speculated that he might have lost his battle with Bai Qi.
The disease may have lost his lifespan in a battle with Lian Po.
But Lao Wu himself knew better than anyone else. The fundamental reason was that he had not walked out of his own paintings for decades.
Originally, he was invincible in the world, but Yu Ji was defeated.
Old Wu remembered that when the woman was dying, she always had a smile on her face. Although she had not spoken a word, now that she thought about it carefully, isn’t it just the word “no regret”?
Old Wu walked down the city tower, strolled in the pouring rain, and looked back at the man and woman holding an umbrella.
The energy of heaven and earth was surging like clouds, and the old sword god shouted: "Come on the sword!"
Within a radius of hundreds of miles, thousands of sharp swords were unsheathed and flew into the air. The "Juque Sword" on Ye Junlin's back also flew out of the city tower.
Countless flying swords cover the sky and the sun.
On this day, Old Wu returned to the realm of "Sword Master".
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In the backyard of Guyue City Lord's Mansion, the cold-faced woman was quietly looking at the wine stove with a heightened temperature.
The wine name is 'Angelica', which is accompanied by tea leaves before the rain in Longhu Mountain, as well as the osmanthus picked every Mid-Autumn Festival. The wine is golden, transparent and slightly green. The wine has both tea and cinnamon fragrance. It is slightly bitter in the mouth. It tastes carefully.
, but it is sweet and long-lasting, with endless aftertaste. This wine is consistent with the meaning of bitterness and sweetness, but few people can drink it.
Everyone in the world knows the absurdity of Xuanyuan's national artifacts, and they like to use the sages' "Angelica wine" under the books of sages. Xuanyuan's national artifacts make three jars of wine every year, drink one jar and bury two jars. Year after year, the wine in the courtyard accumulates more and more
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The woman finally opened a jar and brought a set of wine utensils that had been covered with dust for many years. The wine utensils were also made by Xuanyuan's national utensils. Anyway, apart from practicing martial arts, the man seemed to have nothing to do with it.
The woman got up and picked up the wine glass, and found that there were two lines of small characters engraved at the bottom of the glass, with clear and elegant handwriting.
"It's okay to be a hard life, just be the good man Angelica."
"Xuanyuan Guoqi, you fool." The woman cried bitterly, just as the rain was storm outside the door.
Some women know that it is not good, but they just can't let go.
"Xuanyuan National Vehicle, I am sorry for you in this life."
He threw away a white silk and hanged himself on the beam.
Xuanyuan Qingcheng did not feel much saddened when he buried the two together. In her opinion, this was the best ending for them.
After staying for three days, all the remnants of Longhu Mountain who came to Guyue City to take revenge were killed by the iron cavalry of the "Lin" camp.
The Xuanyuan Kingdom finally became the city lord he had always dreamed of, but Guyue City was no longer independent and could only return to the territory of Jin State. Qi Jianling was promoted to general and led a large army into the city to station.
At this time, Guyue City was like a wedge, less than a hundred miles away from the heart of Song State.
Xuanyuan Qingcheng was holding a letter in his hand, which was left by Xuanyuan Guoqi during his lifetime. The content above is very simple: Ye Junlin can entrust his life to his life, as long as he is sincere to him, he will never let you down.
After Xuanyuan Qingcheng finished reading it, she burst into tears and laughed, but she caught a glimpse of Ye Junlin who was curious and swallowed the rice paper directly into her stomach.
"What a cruel girl."
Ye Junlin complained in his heart, but Xuanyuan Qingcheng turned around and looked at him with a tender look on his face.
If Xuanyuan Qingcheng had adopted a "stop-of-stop strategy" on the city tower at that time, then at this moment, she had already identified Ye Junlin.
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It's just clear after the rain.
The army of the "Lin" camp set out and headed towards Mount Tai. After passing Guyue City, it was the place between Song and Qi countries. Ximen Bao was worried and sent two more "masters" to come.
These two "masters" Ye Junlin knew each other, so naturally Song Qingfeng and shameless.
In the last battle, the two of them survived, but their realm rose sharply, and they were already the great perfection of the "Xuanhuang Realm".
There was a little more calmness between Song Qingfeng's eyebrows, and his shame was still enchanting and fascinating.
Ye Junlin looked at the bulging peaks of shame and swallowed instinctively. Xuanyuan Qingcheng pouted his cherry mouth and slapped Ye Junlin on the forehead.
"Not allowed to see!"
Ye Junlin blinked, with an extremely depressed expression on his face.
The frame entered the territory of Song State, and the Song army saw it from afar, but did not dare to take action. The king of Song State finally became a turtle with his head shrink, and he had no trace of his intestines from beginning to end.
The frame gradually moved, and a woman suddenly blocked the road on the avenue.
The woman held a long blue sword in her hand and looked more and more beautiful in the morning light.
Yan Xi looked at the face and figure of the woman in red, and glanced back at Xuanyuan Qingcheng with a meaningful look, with a 'goddess-like', and his lips slightly raised, probably saying, "I'm going to see a good show now."
Ye Junlin pulled his horse and fixed his eyes, looked at Shen Luoyue, who was charismatic in front of him, and said helplessly: "I said sister, what's wrong with you?"