After pondering for a moment, Shao Haoyue laid out a piece of paper, picked up a pen, and wrote the submission in a eloquent manner, sealed it neatly with a seal, and handed it to Lian Yang: "Submit it in two days."
As she spoke, she stood up and walked out, "Next, I'll leave the affairs of the war zone to you."
"Your Highness, what are you doing?" Lian Yang was a little confused.
"Of course I'm going to support Wei Lin." Before she finished speaking, her people had disappeared, leaving Lian Yang and Xi Ying looking at each other.
For a long time, Xi Ying said blankly: "Your Highness will be criticized for leaving his post without permission, right?"
Lian Yang's eyes flashed and he said softly: "It doesn't matter, His Highness went deep into the Demon Realm and crippled the two main forces of Despair Nightmare and Bloody Thorns. Our Phoenix Clan has secured its first victory in this battle to return to ruins."
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The setting sun is like blood, dyeing half of the sky red.
The faint sound of the flute, like weeping and complaining, came with the wind, and the red clouds on the horizon were also tinged with sadness, desolate and sad.
Hearing the sound of music, the Qingyu soldiers stopped their movements in unison. Many soldiers took out their musical instruments and joined in the music. Soldiers who were not good at musical instruments and had limited mobility lowered their heads and remained still, silently listening to the familiar music. A sad evocation.
This is a very common sight. There are continuous wars. Whenever they win a small victory and have a chance to breathe, the soldiers will play soul-inducing songs to lure the souls of their dead comrades back to their homeland.
Of course, this is just a kind of spiritual sustenance for living people.
As an immortal, transcending reincarnation and having endless life, you also lose the opportunity to reincarnate. After the death of the immortals, their souls are extinct, so how can they bring back their souls?
In the sad and solemn music, Wei Lin stopped playing, raised his eyes to the horizon, and said silently: Brother Jun, have a good journey.
After coming to Xingque, he has seen the death of too many people. Whether he was a soldier in the Jun family's third battalion or later became the killer of Qiu Xilou, many people died every day.
He felt uncomfortable at those times, but this time, he felt particularly sad.
Jun Yushan is different from those people. They are friends who have never known each other, confidants with similar interests, and brothers who live and die together.
When he was in Canglan, it was difficult for him to have friends because of his stance. For so many years, apart from Mu Yan Anran, only Ji Ruochen and Jingxu could be considered good friends among his peers.
When he arrived at Qingxuan, he was no longer a disciple of the evil sect that everyone wanted to beat. However, after what they had experienced at that time, they had long lost the purity and simplicity of their youth, and the monks were suspicious and indifferent among themselves.
All in all, Jun Yushan was his only friend who had similar intentions.
Now, the only congenial friend was gone.
While he was lost in grief, he suddenly noticed that the sound of a flute was extremely close, so close that it was right next to him.
Wei Lin's heart suddenly lifted, and he subconsciously held his breath. None of the Nightingales standing near him played flutes.
He turned his head slowly and mechanically, and saw a woman in light green clothes standing next to him, even standing side by side with him. Her fingers were as white as green and shiny, and she was holding a leaf flute slowly. play.
Wei Lin's eyes fell on the leaf flute and froze slightly. Is this...a leaf flute?
The thought flashed through her mind, and the woman's ordinary face shattered, revealing a familiar face.
Wei Lin's tense body relaxed, and his heart dropped to the ground.
I was really scared to death by her.
But how could she appear here at this time?
Feeling his gaze, Shao Haoyue was once again surprised that she was recognized!
She used the concealment technique. How did he recognize her?
She removed her flute, stopped playing the soul-inducing song, turned her head to meet Wei Lin's gaze, and whispered softly: "My condolences."
Two words, soft and soft, but like a thunder, suddenly exploded in the ears of Nightingale and others. They all turned their heads to look, instantly horrified.
When did a stranger appear next to Wei Lin? !
Although there are no status regulations in the army when commemorating the dead, and soldiers can stand wherever they want, Wei Lin's safety is of paramount importance. Even at this moment, the four of them separated themselves from each other to protect Wei Lin.
However, under the eyes of the four Da Luo Jinxian, a stranger came to Wei Lin, and they were unaware of it until the other party made a sound.
If the other party had malicious intentions, Wei Lin might be...
In addition to the four Nightingales, several senior officials from Lantau also noticed Shao Haoyue, a strange woman, and were also startled and broke into cold sweats.
With just one look, these people withdrew from the frightened state and moved closer quietly, especially Nightingale and Zhantian, who separated themselves in all directions, blocking all of Shao Haoyue's paths.
Wei Lin reached out and pulled Shao Haoyue behind him, raising his hand to signal them not to act rashly.
He did this move so naturally, as if it had been done countless times before and had become part of his instinct.
Shao Haoyue was stunned, looking down at the hand still holding her wrist. She had always been the one who stood in front of everyone when danger came, and for the first time, he pulled her behind him.
There were double images in her vision, and the world became blurry. Only the cool touch on her wrist was so real, giving her an unusually reassuring feeling.
Nightingale and others were also confused by Wei Lin's actions, and began to suspect that they were too sensitive. The woman might be from their Lingyu army. After all, the largest number in the Qingyu army now was Taiyi Jinxian.
Wei Lin made a sign that it was okay, and pulled Shao Haoyue towards the commander's tent. After entering, he asked, "Why are you here?"
Shao Haoyue still looked at his hand and did not answer.
It was only then that Wei Lin was shocked to realize that he had been holding her back, and saw Nightingale and several other senior executives following her in with suspicious expressions on their faces.
Wei Lin quickly let go of Shao Haoyue's hand and apologized vaguely: "I was in a hurry. Please forgive me for any offense I caused."
"fine."
Shao Haoyue touched her wrist, and there still seemed to be a slight coolness there. For some reason, she suddenly felt a little disappointed in her heart.
Wei Lin glanced at Nightingale and the others, slightly helpless. These people were worried about his safety. Ever since the Dao Ancestor Realm powerful assassination that day, at least one Da Luo Jinxian had been following him. At this moment, he also It's hard to let them go.
Looking at Shao Haoyue who was wandering in the sky, he asked again: "I wonder what important business the fairy has here?"
Since he knew that Shao Haoyue had used the concealment technique, he would not reveal her identity to avoid inadvertently ruining her affairs.
Shao Haoyue was not afraid of her identity being known by Nightingale and others. She rubbed her wrists, raised her eyes and said, "Don't you like the gift I gave you? I wanted to ask you what you like, and I'll give it to you."
Wei Lin: "..."
As soon as these words came out, Nightingale and others naturally understood Shao Haoyue's identity, and the concealment technique was no longer effective on them.
They seemed to have seen a ghost, obviously shocked by the reason why Shao Haoyue came to Lantau at this time.
