In the broken valley, there were scattered everywhere. On the cracked rocks, a big flag stood proudly in the wind, roaring, and the chilly spring wind whistled, and the fine golden velvet threads were shaking off the broken flag.

"Lord!" Mulan's call echoed in the canyon.

But the only answered her was the lonely battle flag, the rustling sound of shaking in the wind, and the shadow of the golden Pixiu on the flag seemed to become more blurred, and the power of the golden edge, which was not very obvious, became even more dim.

"Lord!" Mulan, who jumped from the city of Guancheng, took two steps in three steps, and then reached the magic war banner after several leaps. She looked around, but there was only thick dust on the nearby ground except for the gravel.

"Lord, woo woo!"

A heart-shaking crying sound came from behind, and the noisy footsteps came from far and near. In the open gate of the Yingchou Gorge Pass, Wei Linglu, with tears on his face, rushed out in great strides. Zhongsun Fangfei, who was desperately pulled by Han Muyu, followed closely behind.

The little guy with a worried face, when he stopped, raised his head and his eyelashes flashed repeatedly. She asked softly: "Mom, where is the barbarian?"

Zhongsun Fangfei's plump chest was still rising and falling. The Duchess's eyes were filled with tension and anxiety, and her cold reason was persuading her to return to the pass quickly to avoid the pressure of the wild boar man. However, the concern in her heart made her unable to say hurtful words no matter what.

"Lord!" Wei Linglu, who covered his little face, suddenly made a heart-wrenching call.

"Lord!" Mulan was also shouting loudly, and the army of wild boars in the distance was slowly approaching. The terrifying black iron soldiers were getting closer and closer.

"Barbarian!" Xiaobudian broke free from his mother's restraints. She ran forward, and her little hands gathered in a trumpet shape at her mouth, shouting loudly: "Barbarian, come out quickly, the wild boar is coming!"

The small figure rushed into the earth, stone smoke that had not yet fallen, and a small string of footprints suddenly appeared in the valley covered with rock powder.

Han Muyu, who was trotting quickly, called out in the valley. Suddenly, her rushing forward suddenly stopped, and there was a clear tremor under her feet, just like a cavalry army of wild boars was charging.

Han Muyu raised her eyes and had slender eyelashes like a small brush. Looking into the distance, although the wild boar's soldier was pressing forward quickly, there were no cavalry, but what puzzled her was the trembling earth, which was shaking more and more violently.

The next moment, a blood-stained twisted hand armor suddenly stretched out from the ground, and a string of crackling sounds that seemed to shake the skeleton, pierced into both ears.

In the ancient battlefield in Yandi, there are always ancient resentful souls that turn into zombies, using the will of curses to spread death and despair. Faced with such a terrifying scene, Han Muyu, who has heard many ghost stories since childhood, suddenly screamed and stepped back.

"There are undead!"

"Don't be afraid!" Mulan held the panicked and shocked little guy with a look of alertness.

"Lord!" Wei Lien Lu, who was following closely behind, crossed the two of them and rushed over.

In the eyes of the priest, there was no distorted color of negative energy state, only a familiar but dim light of life jumped ahead, and the next moment, the bloody anger belonging to Qian Wuyou was already coming to his face.

Hurry!

The dust was stirring, and a cracked stone slab was overturned, and a majestic figure gradually appeared in the dust fog.

Wei Lien Lu rushed forward with great strides, and the next moment, she saw Qian Wuyou covered in blood.

"Lord, Lord Lord, are you okay?"

"Lord!" Mulan also followed.

Qian Wuyou, who was breathing heavily, was about to pat his chest to show the man's courage, but when he saw two little serfs with pear blossoms, they looked charming, but their passion in their hearts were extremely turbulent.

The next moment, Qian Wuyou's body tilted and he fell towards the Pastor Miss.

"Lord!" Wei Linglan opened her arms and took Qian Wuyou into her soft arms.

"Lord!" Mulan also ran over and tears poured out.

"I...I feel...I feel...ah cough...it's probably not possible!" Qian Wuyou, who was gasping for breath, looked pale, and a wisp of blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth. He looked very scary. Just as the two girls were crying, he stretched his hands and wrapped them around their waists, one left and one right.

"Lord, you can't die!" The insanity of Wei Lien of the Valley took Qian Wuyou's recovery breath of life as a return to the light.

"Lord, you won't be in trouble!" Mulan held Qian Wuyou's cheek, and the green wood power that oozed out of her little hand was extremely rich, as if she wanted to nourish Qian Wuyou's life.

"Promise me...I..."

"You said!" Wei Linglan slowly knelt down on the ground and hugged Qian Wuyou tightly in his arms. Mulan also bent down and put her ears to Qian Wuyou's mouth, wanting to listen to him telling his wishes.

"Together...you guys, kiss me...kiss me!" As Qian Wuyou spoke, his eyes rolled around and his hands became even more honest. His cold hand armor had already climbed up to the butts of the two little squires.

However, this abnormal reaction was recognized by the little entourage as unconscious.

Qian Wuyou's words made people blush. If it were normal, Wei Linglu would definitely bury his head in his neck on the spot and fall into silence; while Mulan would act like she was submissive, stiff and unmoved, and let her choose.

Qian Wuyou, who has always longed for the blessing of others, has encountered such silent resistance repeatedly, which has caused internal injuries. He will naturally not let go of the great opportunity in front of him.

Unsurprisingly, while suddenly and quickly gasping, the eyes of the two little serfs finally touched each other. The next moment, Wei Linglun, whose face was red, closed his eyes and buried his head; and Mulan, whose neck was pink, also bent down.

The soft and sincere emotions spread silently. Even though Qian Wuyou's request was too much, the two little entourages who had already entrusted him with their body and mind completely let go of their shyness and reserve and made the boldest choice.

All of this is just to satisfy Qian Wuyou's last wish.

The cold and soft lips were pointed at the corner of Qian Wuyou's mouth. The Knight of the Warcraft was pretending to be in vain. The blood surged up. He opened his blood-red eyes and met his eyes with tears floating, which were filled with pure and sincere light.

But Qian Wuyou identified the unconcealed will to hate from the depths of this emotion, which was a vow of blood hatred to the wild boar people, irreconcilable and never ended.

The trembling mind restored Qian Wuyou's eyes to a clear mind. He suddenly stretched out his hands, pressed the heads of the two little entourages firmly, and pressed them to him desperately, as if he was about to rub them into his body.

"Oh! No, the barbarian is crazy!" Suddenly, Xiao Budian screamed out inappropriately: "Mom, mom, come and help, the barbarian is biting people!" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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