Chapter 1311 I want to be with you from beginning to end
For a long time, Xiao Li stood upright and stood in front of the tombstone with his head held high and bright red blood still flowing out of the wound on his hanging left hand.
She raised her right hand and put it lightly against her left chest in a military salute.
Chu Yue, Xuanyuan Xiu, Emperor Shenwu, Ninth Princess and all the people in the rear were all performing military salutes together.
"Sister Xiaoyue, let's go."
Xiao Li's eyes were red and swollen, and he walked towards Chu Yue resolutely.
Qin Jinnian was wearing a thin blue shirt. He hesitated to speak, but remained silent in the end.
Chu Yue lowered her eyes and looked at Xiao Li's bleeding hand, with no intention of taking out the elixir.
She knew better than anyone else that Xiao Li wanted to use the pain of the wound to ease his longing for the eldest brother of the Xiao family.
"How is General Xiao?"
Ninth Princess Xuanyuan Yu looked at Xiao Ran and asked.
Chu Yue's eyes narrowed slightly.
Logically speaking, General Xiao Tianyou should come to see his eldest son off on his last journey.
It's just that a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift. For him, it is nothing more than an extremely painful thing.
"Father doesn't want to come."
Xiao Ran's eyes were full of pain: "The good eldest brother is gone. Father said he didn't dare to come, he didn't dare to look. As long as he doesn't come to see eldest brother off, he can be the eldest brother. He just went to a faraway place. There is still life.
I look forward to it, maybe I can come back soon.”
"It's okay if he doesn't come."
Xiao Li said: "He has lost an arm and is emotionally unstable. If he gets sick, it will be bad."
Chu Yue remained silent, raised her hand and patted Xiao Li's shoulder.
When parting ways with loved ones, any comfort seems pale and futile.
Only a long time can mend the shocking wounds.
But no matter how many years have passed, the scars are always there, and they hurt when touched.
Suddenly, the ancestor Xuanyuan Xiu walked to the front of the tombstone.
Everyone's eyes fell on him.
Xuanyuan Xiu cupped his hands and bowed deeply.
"Immortal warrior, Shenwu will always remember your merits and your determination to die for your country."
Xuanyuan Xiu lowered his head, tears welling up in his eyes. Faced with the loss of soldiers from the Shenwu Kingdom, he was heartbroken and his voice was low and hoarse, holding back the uncontrollable pain.
Emperor Shenwu followed Xuanyuan Xiu and bowed together.
As the masters of a country, this is their regret and heartache.
Xiao Ran looked at the two emperors Xuanyuan Xiu with a smile in his tearful eyes.
If there is knowledge at the bottom of the spring, brother, he will surely be able to smile at the nine springs and close his eyes in the nine secluded areas.
"Everyone, leave the post-disaster reconstruction to me. You can return to the north as soon as possible."
Xiao Ran said.
After that, everyone paid homage to Xiao Bai's tomb before embarking on the journey to the north.
Rag also consumed the last bit of his strength, and Xuanyuan Xiu and Xuanyuan Xiu each returned to their original state, and came to Chu Yue's Shennong Space.
Chu Yue held Ye Mohan's hand, stepped on the vermilion bird's spine, and flew towards the northern border city with many beasts and birds.
"Pillow."
Chu Yue grinned and stared into the man's eyes: "Thank you."
Ye Mohan raised his long finger, tapped Chu Yue's forehead, looked at her, and said seriously word by word: "This is how it should be, how can I thank you? Indeed, you left without saying goodbye. I was scared, collapsed, and felt sad.
I was also angry, but I can only blame you, because as you said, every soldier who died in front of this city had a family. And no matter how many emotions he had, they all disappeared the moment you appeared.
, because all the emotions, all kinds of things, and all kinds of people in the world are not as important as you."
"Even if I want to thank you, I still want to thank you."
Ye Mohan's voice was slightly hoarse, hiding his affection: "I should thank you for your willingness to stand in front of an evil king who is not allowed to be tolerated in the world and is criticized by thousands of people. And I should feel honored because I stand in front of a man who is admired and worshiped by everyone in the world.
In front of the general."
How could he not know the depth of her affection?
If it hadn't been for him, the more than 3,000 prisoners of war would not have been killed quickly with just one order.
If Dongli Cheng En revenged him for his identity as an evil king, even if she had fought to death for this city until dawn, she would turn around without hesitation, fight side by side with him, and draw her sword against Dongli Shenwu.
Everyone knows that she, Ye Chuyue, is so lucky to be able to hold hands with him and become the Queen of the Holy Realm.
But the world can also know that he was lucky enough to win the favor of this blessed woman in his three lifetimes. From then on, there was light shrouding his brows, no longer the darkness of ninety thousand years.
When he saw the support of the people of Dongli City for his uncle, he realized that there are many beliefs and missions in this world, which cannot be explained in a few words!
He deeply loved her high-spiritedness, loved her ability to rebuke Fang Qiu, and loved her strategizing and decisive victory thousands of miles away.
Love her more than anything in the world!
The smile on Chu Yue's lips gradually deepened, but her throat was sore and she felt like she wanted to throw herself into the man's arms.
Ye Mohan leaned over her ear and stretched out his slender jade-like hand to the girl like a gentleman: "Achu, I want to be with you from beginning to end."
"Me too."
Chu Yue's eyes sparkled slightly, and she placed her small white hand on Ye Mohan's waiting palm.