An Yi stood on the battlefield full of corpses, looking around, but she couldn't find Feng Qingchen
Tears couldn't help but flow down. An Yi's body kept shaking. The thick fog had dissipated, but she felt that her world was getting darker and darker.
A white shadow appeared in front of him, and Little Lanfu's voice rang out: "Mother, Daddy is here!"
Anyi walked over with staggering steps.
On the mountain of corpses piled up by men in black, a red figure stood proudly. It was hard to tell whether it was the color of the cloth or the blood on his body. He held a psychic sword in his hand and slowly raised his head. A beautiful face, all the colors around it have faded to the utmost plainness. Among the plainness, there is only a touch of bloodthirsty, soul-stirring, vicious and seductive.
Feng Qingchen staggered down the mountain of corpses. He raised his eyes and looked at the corpses on the ground, then looked at the impregnable Mengcheng wall, and uttered word by word: "I am defeated!"
Feng Qingchen¡¯s body suddenly fell to the ground.
An Yi hurried forward. She hugged Feng Qingchen's injured body, tears streaming down silently.
The white tiger carried the three people back to Wuyang City.
Xue Lingqiao pulled out Leng Jiu and Qu Wu from the pile of dead people.
In this battle, Feng Qingchen led 50,000 generals, and most of them were killed or injured. The blood of the red-robed army stained the walls and ground of Mengcheng red.
At this moment in the room, An Yi was cleaning Feng Qingchen's wounds and feeding him medicine.
Feng Qingchen has been unconscious, and even Feng Shisan has not come out.
An Yi was a little worried and kept watching until at some point in the middle of the night, he fell into a deep sleep.
Feeling itchy on her face, An Yi opened her eyes and saw Feng Shisan's handsome face with a smile.
"Are you awake?" An Yi quickly stood up. Her waist felt a little uncomfortable because she had been lying down for too long. She shook her waist and looked at Feng Qingchen with concern, "How do you feel?"
Feng Shisan looked at the injuries on his body and then at An Yi's eyes that were swollen from crying: "It seems that Feng Qingchen has met a real opponent!"
Anyi nodded: "It's indeed a bit tricky. How do you feel about your body?"
Feng Shisan raised his arms, "My arms and legs are sound, so I can't die!"
An Yi whispered: "Today's formation is too strange. Even Yun Zhinan and Xiaodouzi can't get close to it and break it. The three sacrificial girls among the eighteen sacrifices are obviously in our hands. Logically speaking, It¡¯s just that the Eighteen Sacrifice didn¡¯t work successfully. If this formation is so powerful just relying on Dong Wuli¡¯s anger"
Feng Shisan blinked, approached An Yi, and held An Yi in his arms, "I haven't come to see you for a long time. Don't say these unpleasant words. Madam, can we go to the mountain to watch the stars?"
An Yi was startled: "Now when life and death are at stake, do you want to look at the stars?"
Feng Shisan nodded seriously, "Madam, let's ride on the white tiger and come back soon. We won't delay things!"
An Yi still couldn't accept it. So many red-robed soldiers died during the day, and now the whole military camp was in mourning. Even if Feng Shisan was not Feng Qingchen, he didn't have such big ambitions for the world, but these red-robed soldiers were all him Trained by one hand, especially now that Leng Jiu and Qu Wu are still alive and dead, how can Feng Shisan only think about going to the mountains to watch the stars with her?
"Thirteen, I can't accompany you to see the stars!" Before An Yi finished speaking, Feng Shisan had already roared at the white tiger, pulled Anyi onto the tiger's back, and headed towards the top of the mountain outside Wuyang City. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com