The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

There is no repayment, and there is no suitable person to trust, so I will leave it to Miss Feng. Whether it is useful or useless, whether it is a blessing or a curse, everything depends on destiny!

If Miss Feng doesn't want it, she can just forget about it! "

Qing Kuang was stunned for a moment, puzzled, and asked with a frown:

"I don't know what His Majesty entrusted..."

Nangong Lie just shook his head lightly. book>

"At the beginning of the founding of Nanzhao, there was a prophecy by a man of gods that Nanzhao would be doomed hundreds of years later. Only a powerful man who can travel through time and space can use this thing to save Nanzhao...

Regardless of whether this person is Miss Feng or not, at this moment, the old man has fulfilled his wish. "

Under the silent gaze of Ao Junxie, Nangong Jinsheng, and countless surrounding soldiers and Nanzhao soldiers and civilians, Qing Kuang stretched out his hand and slowly took the bronze key from Nangong Lie's hand.

And in Nangong Jinsheng's arms, as the poisonous blood drained away, the last gleam of life in Nangong Lie's weak eye sockets finally came to the moment of burning out.

Putting down the gradually cold body of Nangong Lie, Nangong Jinsheng stood there for a long time, his mind blank.

In this battle, more than half of the Nanzhao army lost, countless civilian casualties, and all father and brother were killed.The only one who survived was himself.Nanzhao Kingdom is dying.

Even so, after throwing down nearly half of the warriors in white, the Holy King and his remnants still broke through the siege and escaped from the capital of Nanzhao.

On the one hand, Ao Junxie ordered the army to tidy up the battlefield, to eliminate the hidden dangers of the source of poisons that Miaojiang poison masters might have left behind, and on the other hand, he dispatched elite soldiers to chase after Miaojiang's territory.

At sunset, the smoke of the gunpowder had cleared in the capital city of Nanzhao.

The bodies of the Nanzhao and Fengyun soldiers who died in battle have been quietly buried.

After a catastrophe, the formerly prosperous capital of Nanzhao returned to a deserted tranquility.

Ao Junxie and Qing Kuang stood quietly on the top of the city wall, and the two of them looked towards the far south, both silent.

In the palm of Qingkuang's hand, a string of simple pearl and jade necklaces, under the reflection of the twilight light, looks more and more mysterious and contains infinite power.

For thousands of years, in the whole world, there are countless powerful and outstanding warriors, in order to obtain it and unlock its secrets, they would not hesitate to turn to darkness, and their hands were stained with the blood of the same kind...

"Blue Falling Yellow Spring..."

Ao Junxie's eyes fell on the necklace in Qingkuang's hand for a long time, and he murmured its name, and couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile and self-deprecating.

"Hmph... This king has been looking for the magic weapon all over the world through iron shoes for more than ten years, but he never thought that it would be by his side all the time...

Qingkuang, if it weren't for this blue sky, I wouldn't have entered Slanta Academy, let alone know you!

Speaking of it, it still really caught the fate between you and me. "[

Qing Kuang smiled lightly.

"It's just...we still don't have the power to really get it..."

While speaking, there was a sound of horseshoes. Turning around, it was the cavalry sent to chase the remnants of the Temple of Light.

"Report to the prince..."

"What happened to the remnants of the Temple of Light?"

Before the cavalrymen opened their mouths, Ao Junxie couldn't wait to ask.

"The subordinates are incompetent. The gang members of the Temple of Light are amazingly powerful and extremely fast. The Nanzhao border is even more mountainous and the roads are difficult and dangerous. In the end, they escaped!"