Chapter 587： Not afraid of death, but forgotten

"Okay, I can help you!"

Liu Keke was overjoyed, "Thank you, senior."

"No thanks, I helped you completely because of the few words you just said."

"A few words?" Liu Keke still didn't understand.

Xue An stood in front of the window and said lightly: "The Chinese are indeed a troubled nation, whether in this world or in the human world! But the more so, the harder the bones of this nation! "

Liu Keke's expression gradually became awe-inspiring, because she thought of those Chinese soldiers on the battlefield who were still smiling even in the face of death.

Then Xue An turned around and smiled at Liu Keke, "Is there any Chinese attending this Thousand Clan Conference before?"

Liu Coco looked awkward.

"Go ahead, don't worry."

Liu Keke gritted his teeth, "It is true, but everyone who goes there will be teased to death every time."

As soon as I finished speaking, it was as if a gust of wind was blowing in the room, and the strong and almost substantive murderousness made all the utensils in this room shattered into dust.

Then Xue An raised his eyebrows, "Teasing...to death?"

Liu Keke nodded hard, a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

Because of the murderous intensity, she was a little breathless.

At this time, Xue An took a deep breath, and the murderous aura instantly disappeared invisible.

"Let's talk about it, what's going on!"

Liu Keke pondered for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "Every time the Thousand Races Conference, Gu Huaguo will send people to participate, but because the Chinese cannot practice, the strength will always be the bottom one."

"And... and there are many sects or demons who take pleasure in the Chinese sent to play, and the result is often that the Chinese are teased to death."

The more Liu Keke spoke behind, the more his voice trembled.

Because Xue An's eyes were simply terrifying.

Not the kind of cold eyes full of murderousness.

On the contrary, it was very calm, without the slightest wave of peace.

But the more so, the more Liu Keke felt cold all over.

Because the bigger the upcoming storm, the calmer it is.

"Go on." Xue An said lightly.

"In the beginning, people thought that after a few consecutive deaths, the people of the ancient Chinese nation would give up, but they never thought that the ancient Chinese or the Chinese people never gave up. Every time the Thousand Race Conference, they would give up. Send someone."

Speaking of this, Liu Keke's face showed a touch of respect.

"I once asked a Chinese teenager who was sent to participate, aren't you afraid? After all, the Chinese who came to the Thousand Races Conference basically did not survive."

"But this young man just smiled at the time, and then said in a relaxed tone that I had never expected, even if they die, they will come! Because the Chinese are also a race among a thousand races, if they don’t come because they are afraid of death, So after waiting for a long time, maybe everyone has really forgotten the existence of the Chinese. They are not afraid of death, they are just afraid of being forgotten."

Xue An looked cold, but when he heard the last words, his eyes trembled slightly.

"In the end, this young man was tortured to death by a demon! I still remember his dying smile."

Liu Keke raised his head with tears in his eyes, "Senior, please forgive me for not being able to save him at the time, but I was just a fledgling little girl at the time!"

Xue An waved his hand, "I understand, no wonder you!"

Then he said lightly: "When will the Thousand Race Conference be held?"

"Three months later!"

"Well, I'll go with you when the time comes!"

Liu Keke's heart tightened, and he glanced at Xue An, who was indifferent.

If the predecessors appeared at the Thousand Races Conference, it would have set off a real **** storm.

The second day.

Sunny after rain.

Just above the open space in front of Chidori City.

The remains of Chinese soldiers were neatly placed on a temporary stand.

Although Xiao Shui tried his best to let every Chinese warrior who died in battle go completely.

But there are still many soldiers whose remains are really missing.

In desperation, the paper craftsmen had to use paper to paste out their arms and legs to put together the remains.

Xue An stood in front with a pot of wine.

Behind him is Xiaoshui and all the Chinese people.

No one spoke, everyone looked at everything in front of them with red eyes.

Some people have already started to whisper.

At this time, Xue An poured a glass of wine and slowly spilled it on the ground, saying solemnly.

"The dust returns to the dust to the earth. If you die for the Chinese people, you are the souls of the Chinese people. I hope that your souls will not disperse, and you will enter the reincarnation early, and then be the Chinese people!"

With that said, Xue An Linkong wrote out a talisman seal and chuckled softly, "Go! Remember not to look back on Huangquan Road!"

This talisman exudes a golden light, and then disappears.

And some of these Chinese warriors, some of whom have not closed their eyes, finally closed their eyes with a smile.

Seeing this scene, almost all Chinese people burst into tears.

I don't know who opened the head, and in the sound of crying, people began to sing that war song again.

"Qi said that I have no clothes, and my son is the same robe. Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear. Have my hatred!

……. "

The louder the voice shouted, and in the end it shook the sky, causing the white clouds in the sky to retreat.

After the memorial ceremony, Xue An lit the fire with his own hands.

As the flames rose, these Chinese fighters turned into a wisp of blue smoke, free and unrestrained.

When the incineration was completed, the Chinese people packed the ashes into a jar and prepared to take them home.

If you can't go back to life, you must be buried in your hometown when you die.

When everything is done.

Xue An called Xiao Shui over, and the first sentence was, "What are you going to do next?"

Xiao Shui answered without hesitation, "Go home!"

"Gu Huaguo?"

"Yes!"

Xue An nodded, "Well, I will take you home, but not now!"

Xiao Shui was startled.

Xue An pointed to the distance, "The King Chidori is dead, and his army is almost dead Is such a large area of ​​land so wasteful?"

"Angel wants to..."

Xue An nodded, "Although we have killed all the Ink Armored soldiers, it is not enough. You must let these people know that they are good!"

Xiao Shui nodded solemnly, "Understood!"

In the following days, Xue An casually refined some medicines for healing and health, and distributed them to all the Chinese.

After a period of recuperation, under the leadership of Xiaoshui, he began to conquer the entire Chidori Kingdom.

At this time, with the death of King Chidori, the entire Chidori Kingdom has become a mess.

In particular, even the Ink Armored Corps was slaughtered by Xue An, and it was unable to suppress this chaotic situation.

At this time, the Chinese fighters emerged in a new force, and successively eliminated many forces that had oppressed the Chinese.

At this time, many people regarded the Chinese as weak and weak, and slapped everyone in the face with indisputable facts.

Combine all the rumors before.

The current Chinese are very famous in Thousand Birds.

And this reputation also began to spread from the northwest border, and gradually spread to Zhongzhou.

After the Chidori was put down, Xue An took everyone to Zhongzhou, preparing to participate in the Thousand Clan Conference.