Gu Han then saw the figures of a group of border troops.

Some are injured or disabled, and the number of them is much smaller than before... The monk named Zhang Shan is gone, the old and steady Marquis of Dingxuan Army is gone, and many of his familiar faces are gone, but

But there was no trace of despair on everyone's faces. Their military appearance was still neat and tidy, and their temperament was still iron-blooded!

Gu Han knew.

They are waiting for themselves.

"Go ahead."

Several people sighed softly and stopped.

Even fat people.

He also rarely sought the limelight.

"Everyone!"

Gu Han fell down and bowed deeply to the border troops.

"I'm back!"

"Welcome Gu Xianfeng!"

brush!

brush!

…

No hesitation.

All the border troops also saluted Gu Han.

one person.

In front of millions of people.

No unnecessary words.

I'm back.

Welcome back.

That's it, simple and pure.

"How magnificent!"

Yan Qianjue was filled with emotion.

He felt that although his Holy Demon Sect controlled countless large and small demon sects and was very popular in the Western Desert, compared with the Great Yan border army in front of him, it could not be said to be a mob, it could only be said to be a pile of scattered sand, not of much use!

"Your name is Aman?"

The King of War glanced at Aman and his son.

"It is rare for a barbarian to have someone who values ​​love and justice so much. From now on, please follow me."

He met with several people.

I also learned about Chi Yao’s instructions from Emperor Yan.

"Yes, sir!"

Ah Man was overjoyed.

He felt that the atmosphere of the Dayan Dynasty seemed completely different from that of the barbarians. He liked it here better and was more suitable here.

"Aman..."

Yan Qi groaned.

"You should call me sir..."

"yes!"

Ahman followed suit and abandoned the barbarian etiquette, and bowed to the War King according to the way the border troops saluted.

"Aman, I have met Mr.!"

"Fellow Taoist Yan Qi."

The fat man looked concerned.

"How are you doing?"

His concern is naturally genuine.

There is probably only one true dragon mount in the world, and he cares about it more than anyone else.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

Yan Qi is weak.

"Yan Qi feels weak all over and has a splitting headache."

"Ancestor!"

The fat man looked serious.

"Where's our holy medicine? Get eight or ten of them and give them to fellow Taoist Yan Qi..."

Bang!

Just half of it.

He was already slapped away by the furious Fu Dahai.

"very nice."

Seeing Gu Han being surrounded by a large number of Great Flame soldiers, like stars holding the moon, the witch smiled softly.

"Little fat guy."

She glanced at the fat man who was rubbing his face, dissatisfied, and smiled sweetly.

"Do me a favor for my sister?"

"Ahem!"

It seems to have left a heavy shadow in my heart.

The fat man looked serious.

"Sister Witch, you're welcome. If you have anything to say, just ask, I promise to do it!"

"Tell him."

The witch stared at Gu Han's farther and farther figure.

"Don't come to me."

"Okay...eh?"

The fat man was stunned.

"You want to leave?"

The witch said nothing.

In fact.

In fact, not much time has passed since the two of them entered Longjianli.

only.

In a short period of time.

Too many things happened.

Life and death.

Life and death.

You fight tooth and nail for me, and I fight tooth and nail for you. What both of us have gone through is far more than what an ordinary person would go through in a hundred years.

Enough.

It's enough.

I sighed softly in my heart.

She forcibly looked away.

"Let him practice well and go find his fool as soon as possible."

Say it.

She turned around and chose a random direction. Her back was lonely and she gradually faded away.

You have A Sha, a foster father, a friend, a confidant...

Just one missing mochen sound.
Chapter completed!