Faced with Sakurai Yuki's questioning, Liu Ruohuan had to shake her head.

Not to mention commanding the army to fight, even if you can practice to the highest level of martial arts today, it may be of little help to this situation.

As a result, he understood a little why Sakurai Yuyu said that he had gone to the ranks of death.

lifetime?

"Sir, since you say that I have a way out, what do you mean?"

Sakurai Yuyu, who was sitting in the seat, suddenly stopped moving in her hand and slowly stood up from the chair. She looked at Liu Ruohuan and suddenly chuckled, and the teacup of water left the smile swayed slightly.

Sakurai Hatsuki waved his sleeves, flew around the corners of his skirt, and bent down to Liu Ruohuan with a bow.

"Go to the north and take me with me. I will serve the young master day and night. I will definitely have the strength to drive away tigers and wolves."

The sentence of serving day and night has a lot of ambiguity. Not only did Liu Ruohuan look slightly red when she heard it, Ning Keer on the side was not very willing.

Although Ning Ke'er had been eased by Sakurai's Wakatsuki using some means, now when she heard that this Japanese woman was going north with Liu Ruohuan, she would still be together day and night, how could she give up?

"That's a job with the army, and we have to deal with the major armies. How can we enter the military camp with our identity?"

Sakurai Hakuyu glanced at Ning Keer and Gu Qingyao with complex expressions and said slowly: "Of course you can't do it, but don't forget that I have contact with the eldest princess. As long as I recommend myself to help her monitor the young master, I will naturally win a place in the army."

"Haha, it's really convenient to have the relationship with the old owner. Sister Sakurai should not sell my young owner."

Ning Ke'er didn't know who was eating jealousy at this time, but she felt uncomfortable and deliberately emphasized her accent on the word "Young Master".

Then she perfunctorily tidied up Liu Ruohuan's collars, "Young master, please enjoy the feeling of having a sneaky fun in the military camp."

After saying that, he slammed the door without looking back and left.

"It seems that Sister Ke'er was not able to go on the fight by herself, and she was a little unsatisfied."

Liu Ruohuan ignored Sakurai Maoxue, who was still talking sarcastic, just looked at the woman in white who had not spoken on the main seat and asked, "Qingyao, what do you think of this?"

Gu Qingyao is not unkind to plan, but disdainful to plan.

When Cheng Haoxuan set up a net of heaven and earth in the tomb of King You, waiting for Gu Qingyao, the youngest sister to take the bait. Who would have thought that Gu Qingyao would see the flaws and join forces with the Saint of the White Lotus Sect to act in a play, which directly forced Cheng Haoxuan to reveal his true intentions and make everything public.

Gu Qingyao's face was plain, and her jade-like fingers touched the scabbard for a moment, then she said slowly: "I'm sorry, Mr., take care of my husband."

This sentence has raised his position in front of Liu Ruohuan to the level of mistress.

"Don't Miss Gu go north with the young master? With the young master's strength, she can naturally come and go freely in the military camp, and at critical moments, she can also be used as the young master's amulet, which is of great use."

Gu Qingyao's quiet and gentle face was filled with a hint of coldness, "Just take care of the things in the north, and there are other things in Jiangnan. I want to go there in person."

"But if you let him have something happen to you, I will definitely chase you to the ends of the world when I come back."

When Sakurai Yuxue heard Gu Qingyao's harsh words, she didn't look timid at all. Instead, she smiled on the corner of her mouth, "It seems that the young master and I have become grasshoppers on the same rope."

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Mobei, the tomb of the beast soul.

The Youxian King wearing a red down coat walked alone into the golden city in the desert.

This city, which only exists in the legend, is all made of pure gold. Even in the dark, it can guide the lost people to find their way like a brilliant golden light.

The Right Xianwang stopped and turned his head to look down from the suspension bridge made of pure gold. He saw a hot golden liquid river flowing slowly above the river channel made of pure gold.

In this river and the gold city made of pure gold, the Right King deeply understood his insignificance.

However, unlike the Luoyang City she saw a few days ago, the feeling that Golden City gave her was not a trace of anger...

The Right Xian King turned around and continued to walk towards the city.

On both sides of her position, countless tall golden houses were gradually swept away. These houses were completely different from the Han and Tang dynasties, like buildings that were passed down from the Western Regions, but not exactly the same.

All kinds of golden statues are displayed one by one in the city. The smallest one is twenty or thirty meters tall. The figure of the Right Xianwang is equivalent to a baby of two or three years old in front of these statues.

Finally, after a long street, the Right Xianwang finally arrived at the central building of this Golden City.

At this moment, the magnificent hall was filled with the sound of her footsteps.

After opening the last golden fence, the Right Xianwang finally saw the woman leaning on the throne... The seventh generation descendant of the Golden Family, the lord of the grassland, Borjijin Yening.

Her body was completely covered by the golden light on the throne. The stimulating Right Xianwang could not see the whole picture of Ye Ning, and could only barely recognize a contour that belonged to her.

"Duoer, I didn't expect that even you would return in a defeat this time."

Ye Ning's voice seemed to be coming from Jiuyou, with a hint of stress in the hoarseness. If an outsider who was uninformed came to listen, he might think that some monster was entrenched on this throne.

The name of the Youxian King is Huyan Duoduo. Of course, there is only one person in front of her who dares to call her that in the world.

"But you can't blame you. I feel that in the distant east, a force that is the same as the Beast God's inheritance lineage appeared." Ye Ning said slowly: "That power is too familiar. I think the Han people who plundered the Beast God's body finally couldn't bear the fear of being destroyed and picked up their long-lost body from the mouse cave."

Hu Yanduoduo's expression was slightly wrinkled, and his tone also revealed a little unnatural.

"I have known how many years the remains of the Beast God have passed. Is it really still there? And the legend does not mean that that thing can not only infect others, but also turn people into human-eating monsters, but also erase people's minds and become barbaric in barbarism..."

"The remains of Lord Beast God will not dissipate no matter how many years it takes. Its power is the only part of the world, it is a force independent of immortals and demons, and it is an existence that cannot be replaced by anyone, immortal, demon, or Buddha."

The woman on the throne had almost extraordinary worship of the beast god, and her admiration for the beast god in her words was almost beyond words.

Her body, which was originally leaning on her side, has now become a standing, with her hands raised.

"But this kind of remains will only become monsters when contacted by ordinary people. Only those who are selected by the Beast God inherit their will can inherit that power and transform into a true god."
Chapter completed!