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The enemy general's smile had not yet disappeared, but fear had already crept onto his face.

He shouted: "Quick--"

The word "retreat" had not even come out of his mouth, and the next second, Yan Shunhua, who jumped up, had already twisted his neck with his hands.

"Crack", very crisp.

Yan Shunhua looked at the blood on the back of his hand and laughed lightly: "It's so dirty."

He really cherishes his face.

These people ruined his face, and there must be a price to pay.

Yan Shunhua casually threw the head in his hand to the ground, and the yellow sand filled the sky and soon covered the head.

He raised his head and looked at the 30,000 troops.

At this moment, the 30,000 troops actually retreated together, with fear in their eyes.

They couldn't understand why Yan Shunhua still had such great power after being hit by their high-tech weapons and plundering 99% of his vitality?

Are these Shenzhou people all monsters?

Ye Wanlan knew what happened to Yan Shunhua.

Yan Shunhua took over the title of King Xiaoyao from his father.

The so-called "Xiaoyao" refers not only to being free and unrestrained in the world, but also to his martial arts being ghostly and arbitrary.

Yan Shunhua once mentioned to her and Hua Yingyue that his father's unsuccessful practice of magic skills had been practiced to the ninth level by him.

However, this ninth level magic skill can kill one thousand enemies and injure eight hundred of oneself. It must not be used unless it is in a desperate situation.

Because once it is used, the only outcome is death.

At that time, Yan Shunhua said in a joking tone: "If the King of Qin is killed one day, I will definitely use this magic skill to avenge the King of Qin."

After hearing this, Hua Yingyue was so angry that she picked up the whip and fought with him.

But she never thought that it would come true in the end.

"Shua——"

The man was wearing a red dress, and his figure was like a ghost.

Wherever he went, blood flowed.

At this moment, the powerful force that erupted from him was so fast that even the enemy had no time to use their weapons.

It was unknown how long it took until the last enemy soldier fell to the ground.

The blood and the yellow sand merged into one, turning into blood sand.

Yan Shunhua's hands were also stained with blood, and merged with his clothes, making them indistinguishable.

This place is still a hundred miles away from the border of the Eastern Wilderness.

We can't sleep together in life, and we can't be buried together in death.

But if he could die for Shenzhou and be buried in his homeland, it is expected that thousands of years later, the world will change, and they will be able to meet again.

After the last breath was exhausted, Yan Shunhua's body fell down.

A generation of free and easy king, he died for the country.

Ye Wanlan was silent, his fingers clenched.

No wonder no one has ever found Yan Shunhua's body.

He died of old age, and this body is over a hundred years old.

Even if his remains were found, archaeologists simply could not believe that this was the King Xiaoyao who died at the age of 27.

Ye Wanlan slowly squatted down, raised her hand, and covered Yan Shunhua's eyes.

She whispered: "Brother Yan, don't worry, you are still the most beautiful in Ning Dynasty, you were before, you are now, and you will be in the future."

A faint sigh seemed to come from the wind, as if relieved and relieved.

Suddenly, Ye Wanlan felt the moisture in the corners of his eyes.

Tears fell and wet his collar.

In the Global Museum Center, everyone, including the female professor, looked at the girl who was crying silently in amazement.

They really couldn't understand why they would shed tears in front of such a beautiful ancient fan.

Ye Wanlan blinked gently, with no expression on her face.

She didn't take the paper from the girl's hand to wipe away her tears, but just turned and walked off the stage.

It is not shameful or sad to cry.

Everyone will feel pain and pain.

The viewing was still going on, but the atmosphere had been destroyed.

Many people looked at Ye Wanlan frequently, with scrutiny in their eyes.

"I know her, she is the Ye Wanlan who has been in the limelight a few days ago, but I really don't understand why she is crying?"

"They are crazy people in Shenzhou. They can cry just by looking at a fan."

"That's right, this fan is so beautiful, and there is Fu Guang's poem on it. The history books record that the King of Xiaoyao Yan Shunhua is good at singing and dancing. I guess this fan symbolizes the prosperous Shenzhou."

"I can't be wrong. We are so happy and excited, but she, a Shenzhou person, is crying like a funeral, which makes people--"

The rest of the words were stuck in his throat.

The person who spoke felt as if his throat was strangled by something. At this moment, he even had difficulty breathing and couldn't breathe.

Others were also silent for a moment, because they saw a pair of blue eyes.

As clear as the sea, as far as the eye can see.

But at this moment, the eyes that were as blue as the sea were dark and cold, as if a storm was about to gather and thunder down.

Several students from Shenzhou University were startled and retreated together.

Ye Wanlan retracted her gaze and also put away all the hostility and murderous intent.

She closed her eyes, and her eyelashes were trembling.

No one will know, and maybe no one will know in the future.

Things that can be recorded in history books are seen by someone.

But that battle of thousands of troops buried too many people.

The world will not know the process of the death of the four princes, nor will they know what the six major sects paid in this war, nor will they know what Emperor Yongshun said to the old ministers before hanging himself.

Because there were too few survivors, in the end, there was only one summary in the history books-

In the Yongshun period of 1732 in the Shenzhou calendar, an unknown force invaded. The four princes, six major sects and eight hundred princes died to protect the Shenzhou continent. Princess Jing'an was torn to pieces by a chariot, Emperor Yongshun committed suicide to protect the people, Princess Yongle burned herself to death with the enemy, and the Ning Dynasty was destroyed.

History calls it a battle of ten thousand troops.

Things that are not recorded in history books will not be remembered by future generations.

But she is different.

She saw the blood and heard the wailing.

She is Princess Yongning, she can't forget, and dare not forget.

"Wanlan?" The girl followed and looked at her with some concern, "Are you okay?"

"Nothing." Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "I just thought of some things during the filming of "Collection of Shenzhou", and I was distracted for a while."

"Collection of Shenzhou" has been broadcast to the tenth episode, and there are still two episodes to end.

The audience is very reluctant, but also looking forward to the final ending.

"The filming of "Collection of Shenzhou" is really great, and there is also the poem "Shenzhou Wanxing" written by you, Wanlan." The girl became excited, "Especially the narration of each historical figure, but there are many missing characters in the part about the fall of the Ning Dynasty."

"Yeah." Ye Wanlan suddenly smiled, "But I think it will be completed soon."

She closed her eyes again, her thoughts running at high speed.

She has seen too many old friends, even the owner of Shenxiao Tower, she has met several times.

But in the pictures she saw, there was no trace of Rong Shi.

Tai Su Sect Leader Rong Shi...

Half an hour later, the viewing ended.

The female professor clapped her hands: "Now, we have to seal the Liuyun Fan and wait for it to be officially announced to the world tomorrow. Next, please follow me to the cultural relics restoration area to learn relevant knowledge."

The team moved forward in a mighty manner, and Ye Wanlan was among them.

However, at this moment, an alarm suddenly sounded.

"Beep beep!"

Everyone was startled and didn't know why.

Someone was sharp-eyed and said in horror: "Where is the Liuyun fan?"

The Liuyun fan that had just been put into the glass cover was gone!

Ye Wanlan narrowed her eyes.

She didn't even notice where the Liuyun fan went...

Was it really taken away by someone, or was it staged by themselves?

"Da Da Da——"

Footsteps sounded, and the guards of the Global Museum rushed in.

The Liuyun fan was stolen, and they were the last group of people to see the Liuyun fan, so they were the most suspicious.

The students were a little panicked, it was the first time they had seen such a scene.

"Don't panic, everyone." The female professor was very calm, "It's a routine inspection, not done by us, nothing will happen."

"Everyone, don't leave, accept the inspection!" The guard leader's eyes swept around the hall, and finally fell on the exchange students of Yunjing University, "These Shenzhou people, take them away separately!"

"Yes!" (End of this chapter)