Wei Xian sneered, "If the Beichen royal family was so favored by the heavens, how could they end up in a place of death without a burial?"
When Beichen was exterminated, the tombs of more than a dozen emperors were dug up and smashed by angry people, the bones in the coffins were dragged out and the corpses were whipped, and all kinds of funerary items were looted. Except for Huang Song, the descendants of the Beichen royal family have escaped, and the others will not end well. Is this a "goddess"? The myths of gods and ghosts are just made up by those stupid people to scare themselves.
Wei Xian persuaded himself in this way, and he also tried to persuade others with these words. Nie Liang was silent for a long time after hearing this.
He smiled sarcastically and said indifferently, "No matter what kind of magic Liu Xi uses to perform such a scene, her purpose has been achieved."
Nie's army almost lost the will to fight, the soldiers only knew how to turn around and flee, crowded and trampled, chaos and disorder.
This resulted in few enemy casualties, and they lost 40,000. 40,000 casualties, almost no decent resistance, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, the enemy only needs to repeat the action of swinging the knife. Thinking of this, Nie Liang's already blue complexion became even more deadly.
"Report-"
At this moment, the voice of the messenger broke the silence in the tent.
Wei Xian didn't dare to let Nie Liang read the battle report directly, lest it be another bad news and anger Nie Liang's body.
"You see, and tell me again."
Nie Liang understood his eyes, and a weak smile appeared on the corner of his lips, not so much to trust Wei Xin, but to appease him.
Because of his dilapidated body, Wei Xin was already startled.
Wei Xian took the secret report and took a closer look, and everyone secretly looked at his face from the corner of their eyes to guess whether it was good news or bad news.
As soon as they saw Wei Xian's brows wrinkled and his knuckles turning white due to the force, they knew that the dish was bad. It was definitely bad news.
Nie Liang sighed and stretched out his hand to signal Wei Xian to report the secret to him.
Whether it's good news or bad news for him, he always needs to know.
"Master—" Wei Xin resisted for the first time, acting arrogantly, "This news—"
He hesitated, but Nie Liang didn't force it, and said, "If you don't show me, then you can tell me that there is worse news?"
Wei Xian took a deep breath, his eyes slightly red.
"Liu Xi dispatched Fu Wang, a general under the tent, to attack Yang Tao. Not long after, someone called himself a mountain ghost and offered him the magic of shipbuilding."
They were already under a lot of pressure, and the whole army was in a state of panic. They did not dare to fight against the Son of Heaven ordained by Heaven. Now, there is another "mountain ghost coming into the world and granting the magic of shipbuilding". For Nie Liang and others, it is nothing but a worse disaster , but — it's not over yet.
Nie Liang clenched his hand on the mat, trying to suppress the sharp pain in his chest, and the veins on his forehead burst out.
He paused for a while, and everyone found that his eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs seemed to come out of the frame, which was extremely scary.
"What else? It's not just this one thing, right? What else, to put it directly, can I still be mad at her!"
Nie Liang knows this friend well.
If it was just such bad news, how could he have red eyes.
"Master..." Wei Xian's lips moved for a while, and seemed to be hesitating whether to say it or not, but he finally said it, he almost choked up, "The secret report says... God is in a dream, tell Liu Xi... Tell Liu Xi, bluntly say that the Lord's lifespan is not enough. After a calculation, it is not enough to worry about…”
The lifespan of a person is counted as 12 years and 100 days.
Nie Liang's eyes widened, like a suffocating goldfish, his chest heaved up and down, and he vomited a mouthful of red and black blood.
Everyone was so frightened that they didn't dare to make a sound. Wei Xing and Nie Qing hurriedly stepped forward to help them. Unexpectedly, both of them were waved away by Nie Liang.
Nie Liang is so strong that he doesn't seem to be seriously ill, but many people are worried that this is a reflection of the light.
Waving the two of them away, Nie Liang burst into laughter, raised his hand and pointed to the top of the tent, scolding in a hoarse voice, "What the hell, if fate is determined, it will take my life away now! , even if it's Liu Xi! What about her!"
Nie Liang stood up tremblingly, with a hint of madness between his brows, which made people feel furious.
Seeing his friend like this, Wei Xian couldn't help himself.
He still remembers the scene when he first met his best friend. He was unparalleled in Qingyi, elegant in appearance, wearing a black Confucian shirt, a thin coat, a lacquered sarong crown on his head, and slightly thin lips with an amiable expression. A small smile, faintly alienated... A standard gentry.
now-
How did it turn into this withered, mad look
As he was thinking about it, he heard a loud cry from Nie Qing, like a cuckoo crying blood, which made his heart tighten.
Raising his head, Wei Xin saw Nie Qing rushing forward, raising his hand to catch Nie Liang, who was leaning back with a dead expression on his face.
Wei Xian opened his eyes for a split second, and the noisy voices around him gradually faded away from his ears. The voice "Master" seemed to be a vague voice from another world... Nie Qing cried out to his father, and all his colleagues bowed down. Crying blood on the ground...
what's going on
how come
Wei Xian's knees went weak and he fell to the ground.
After the night passed, the scouts sent by Jiang Pengji found that Nie Ying was hanging up and down.
Jiang Pengji was having breakfast. Today's breakfast consisted of 15 meat buns mixed with minced meat. One bun was the size of a strong man's fist. Ordinary men are almost full after eating three, Jiang Pengji ate fifteen in a row, and also drank three bowls of seaweed soup with shrimp skin.
Indecently burping, Jiang Pengji patted her flat stomach, picked up the handkerchief and wiped her mouth.
"Speaking of which, is there any news?"
Jiang Pengji hated the military situation before and after dinner the most, and the good news was nothing, and the bad news would spoil her appetite.
The soldier said, "Last night, at the third watch, Nie Liang died of illness. The whole Nie camp was crying.
Jiang Pengji was stunned when she heard the news.
"No—Nie Guangshan is so fragile? This brother is fast enough to get his lunch, so he's in a hurry to finish..."
The pan was fried in the live broadcast room, and Jiang Pengji quickly pushed the food table aside and hurriedly called everyone to discuss.
The big guys looked at each other, although they also expected Nie Liang to receive the bento all day and all night, but when they did receive the bento, it always felt like a dream.
Did this man die like this
Feng Yi and Sun Lan, who were sitting on the sidelines in the corner, muttered in secret - it's okay to die, but they were still pissed.
This time it's good, the image of his own lord, Jie Ji, must be reported to the annals of celebrity history.
Thinking of the words and deeds of the lord recorded a while ago, Fengyi always felt that her lord would be hacked by future generations.
Wei Ci asked, "Does Nie Ying really hang up the white flags, the whole army is slender?"
Jiang Pengji said, "Zixiao said so, do you suspect there is a fraud?"
Wei Ci wasn't sure, Nie Liang was very treacherous, but his body really couldn't stand the blows one after another.
So, Wei Ci said, "It's not a suspicion, it's just that Nie Liang passed away, we always have to send someone to mourn."
Jiang Pengji: "..."
Zixiao, are you serious
will be killed!