Douluo's opening confession to Bibi Dong

Chapter 707 June Snow

"Yes, Wushuang was just born, and my husband hasn't seen Wushuang yet."

A murmuring voice came from Xiao Wu's mouth, as if she was talking to herself. She seemed to have lost her soul. Ning Rongrong beside her also stopped talking.

Although she opened her mouth to comfort Xiao Wu, in fact, her own heart was not as calm as she appeared. She also had a kind of fear.

Because every cultivator knows how accurate the premonitions made on a whim can be for a cultivator.

Xiaowu's behavior when she gave birth to Wushuang a month ago, although she didn't say what she had a premonition about, everyone knew that it had something to do with Yang Fan, and it wouldn't be a good thing.

In Wuhun City in June, the green willow trees are ablaze with smoke. It's noon, the sun is just right, it's a little hot, but it's not too scorching.

On the street, a young man walked by, but after walking for a while, he stopped. From the corner of his eye, a light and white feather fell on his shoulder.

But it disappeared as soon as it touched, as if it melted. Suddenly, I saw another piece of white stuff floating down from the sky.

This time, it fell on his face, cool and icy, and turned into water stains after melting.

"This is snow!"

Qing Nian was stunned. When he raised his head, he saw pieces of white, feather-like things falling down from above his head. They fell on his face and arms, melting directly and becoming cold: "It's snowing."

It's snowing, it's really snowing. Pieces of white snowflakes are falling from the top of the head and falling on the body, which is cold and cold.

"Snowing"

"What's going on? Why is it snowing when everything is fine?"

"This is June, it snows in June..."

Pieces of white snowflakes fell from the sky. There were few at first, but gradually, the snowflakes began to fly down like goose feathers.

Everyone was stunned. Many people walked out of the house. When they raised their heads and saw the snowflakes flying in the sky, they all looked stunned. It was snowing in June. This was so abnormal.

"It snows in June, and the seasons are out of whack."

Qian Daoliu walked out of the house and looked at the falling snowflakes in front of him, his expression changed.

"Snowing"

In Wuhun City, Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong also looked slightly shaken, looking at the snowflakes in the sky.

"Mother, it's father who is back."

Suddenly, Yang Wushuang, who was in Ning Rongrong's arms, spoke, a childish voice sounded, and a pair of big dark eyes looked at the sky. Both Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were shocked.

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At the same time, in the starry sky, a team of a thousand people came from the sky, and the blood-stained battle flag with the word Wuhun rustled in the wind.

It was Yue Guan's group who returned from Jie Guan. Yue Guan stood at the front of the team, followed closely by Shen Chan and Mo Yuan. The two of them carried a coffin one after the other.

Behind them were the people who survived the expedition. In front of their eyes, Douluo had appeared in front of them, a huge dark blue planet of life.

But at this moment, whether it was Yue Guan, Shen Chan, Mo Yuan or others, looking at the familiar life planet in sight, they all felt as if their hearts were being grabbed.

"Elder, I, I can't walk anymore..."

Suddenly, in the team, a Son of God soul master suddenly spoke. He was a middle-aged man, a master in the Wuhun Empire, and his eye circles suddenly turned red: "I, I don't know how to face the people of my Wuhun Empire. His Majesty is gone, so what shame do we have to go back..."

The middle-aged man spoke, and while he was speaking, his body stopped, and a line of tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably.

Wen Yan, the body of everyone around him, felt violently shaken, his heart felt like it had been severely tugged, and his walking feet seemed to have been filled with lead, and he could no longer walk a step.

Even Yue Guan at the front trembled slightly.

The middle-aged man's simple words were like a sharp knife thrust into everyone's heart. Yes, what kind of face do they have to go back and face the martial arts people in the world?

Your Majesty went on a personal expedition, and they were wrapped in horse leather, and yet they were still alive. But alive, how could they have the face to go back and face the martial souls in the world?

People say people are timid when they are close to home, but at this moment, they don't even have the courage to return to the Spirit Empire.

"Let's take His Majesty back to the capital!"

Finally, Yue Guan gave a deep drink and without saying too much, strode forward. Most of the people behind him had tears in their eyes.

But Jian Yueguan strode forward, and they all followed him. However, they didn't go long before they saw a team approaching.

Wearing golden battle armor, the team of about a hundred people was the Qilin Army among the five armies of the Wuhun Empire. The leader was the Fourth Son of Wang Qi.

Soon, the two sides met, but the atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating. Wang Qi's fourth son's body stopped in the air, looking at Yue Guan and others, and finally landed on the coffin carried by Shen Chan and Mo Yuan. Behind him, The expressions of the more than 100 Qilin Army soldiers also froze, and they felt as if the sky was falling.

"Moon close!"

Wang Qi's fourth son suddenly roared, looking at Yue Guan, a terrifying aura emitted, frightening a kind of Qilin Army behind him, as if he was trying to fight Yue Guan.

"Send His Majesty back to the capital first."

Regarding the performance of Wang Qi's fourth son, Yue Guan's face did not change much. He said something softly, and his face was neither happy nor sad. Only a pair of red eyes looked haggard, as if he had not eaten or slept for several days.

"His Majesty!""

A few hours later, snowflakes were flying in the sky over Wuhun City, and mournful cries resounded throughout Wuhun City. The wind and snow returned,

Yang Fan came back, but what came back was a body.Heavy snow fell over Wuhun City, and the figures of Yueguan and others slowly flew from the sky.

Shen Chan and Mo Yuan carried the coffin one after another without saying a word. The white snow covered the coffin lid with a white layer. They returned home in the snow, but what came back was a corpse.

In the sky above the palace, figures stood in the sky, Qian Daoliu, Ghost, Divine Armor, Fire Crane, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, Long Qi...

Nearly all the masters from the Wuhun Empire arrived. They stood in the starry sky and looked at Yue Guan and others coming from the sky in the heavy snow.

Especially when they saw the coffin carried by Shen Chan and Mo Yuan, their bodies trembled violently, as if thunder struck them.

"Husband!"

The delicate bodies of Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Bibi Dong, Liu Erlong and other girls trembled, their colors turned pale in an instant, and crystal liquid slipped out of their eyes,

In the void, Qian Daoliu, Gui Mei, Shen Jia and other people from the Spirit Empire froze in place as if they had been cast a restraining spell.

An unspeakable feeling of great sadness and suffocation pressed in their hearts. Seeing Shen Chan and Mo Yuan carrying the coffin, Gui Mei, Lei Zhu, Qian Daoliu and others couldn't help but have red eyes.

"His Majesty!"

"Woooo..."

Below, everyone in Wuhun City also saw the scene in the sky. Fengxue returned and the soul guest returned. They looked at Shen Chan and Mo Yuan carrying the coffin,

At this moment, no matter how stupid you are, you can almost see the specific things at a glance. Yang Fan died: "Your Majesty..."

Finally, in Wuhun City, an old man fell to his knees on the ground, kowtowed to the coffin in the sky, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

After the old man, more and more people knelt on the ground directly, including old people, middle-aged people, young people, and women. In the end, the entire streets of Wuhun City were filled with a dark mass of people kneeling on the ground, with mournful cries. one slice.

Their hearts were filled with great sadness. Yang Fan was back, but his soul returned to his hometown despite the wind and snow. Many people couldn't help but burst into tears.

It has been three to forty years since the establishment of the Wuhun Empire. The increasingly powerful development of the Wuhun Empire can be seen and felt by everyone.

Especially for some old people, Yang Fan's status in their hearts can be said to be as unshakable as a god.

Especially since the founding of the Wuhun Empire, various developments and changes have made them realize the changes Yang Fan has brought to them.

"Hoo, Shenchan, why are you back here? Why don't you just die... Bang!"

In the sky above the Wuhun Empire, the fire crane's eyes were red, and he suddenly exploded, punching the divine toad on the chest, and directly knocked the divine toad away.

The whole chest collapsed, and I don’t know how many ribs were broken.

However, Shen Chan said nothing and endured Huo He's punch.The snow was flying heavily, and the entire Wuhun City had already turned into a white world of ice and snow.

"June Feixue, God, are you sad too?"

On the streets of Wuhun City, an old man with gray temples threw his head back and cried. He lost his voice while looking at the flying snow in the sky. Finally, his whole head was buried deeply in the snow.

It snows in June, and the seasons are out of order. This is something that has never happened before. It’s like the world is grieving because of Yang Fan’s death. A snow covers the entire north of the Wuhun Empire, and also covers all the Wuhun Empire. human heart.

"Shenchan, what did you say when you left? Tell me how you protected His Majesty. Why don't you just die? Why are you coming back? Roar!"

In the sky above the Wuhun Empire, the Flamingo looked like it was going crazy and attacked the Divine Toad.

"Your Majesty...poof!"

Qian Daoliu, Gui Mei and others screamed in sorrow, opened their mouths and vomited blood.

"what!"

Roaring to the sky, like a crazy beast, its body flew out of Wuhun City like a cannonball, directly hitting the Luoxia Mountain fifty miles away from Wuhun City, and the entire Luoxia Mountain suddenly broke from the middle.

"Your Majesty."

The ghost was wearing a long robe, holding a magic sword in his right hand, and knelt down on one knee in the air.

"Your Majesty..."

On this day, it was snowing all over China in June. Everyone saw that the flamingo took action and beat the toad until he vomited blood;

The Mad Hammer crashed into the Luoxia Mountain like a madman; Qian Daoliu, Gui Mei and other important officials of the Spirit Empire vomited blood.

On this day, Bai Ling hung all over Wuhun City...

The snow in June seemed to be unstoppable. For several days, the mountains and rivers changed colors, and the entire land of China was covered with snow.

The sky and the earth are white, heavy snow covers the mountains and rivers, and the colors of the mountains and rivers change, which also covers the joyful hearts of all Wuhun people. When Yang Fan comes back, his soul returns to his hometown and his corpse returns from the battle.

Within a few days, the news of Yang Fan's death in battle spread like a storm throughout the entire Wuhun Empire, and the whole country fell into silence.

When more Wuhun people heard the news, they felt as if the sky was falling, and their brains were buzzing.

For most Wuhun people, Yang Fan is the sky. Especially when they are facing powerful enemies such as the Imperial Clan and the Forbidden Land, Yang Fan has supported them.

But now that the news of Yang Fan's death has spread, for Wuhun people, it is like the sky has fallen.

This was a bolt from the blue, falling on the hearts of everyone in the Wuhun Empire. Yang Fan died in the border battle, and the whole country was in mourning.

"It's snowing in June, God, are you sad too? But why don't you have eyes? You let such a good person like your Majesty die."

An old man looked up to the sky and cried bitterly.

"Roar, the sky is so unfair. Your Majesty has not reached the top yet, has not yet attained enlightenment and been honored, has not yet stood at the top of the great road, yet he has to face the great enemy of the God King."

Some young people roared unwillingly.

"The time is too short. If Your Majesty is given time to reach the top and attain enlightenment and respect, the imperial clan's forbidden land will be nothing more than a bunch of crumbling dogs." A minister sighed with tears.

"........."

In the following time, the news of Yang Fan's death spread throughout the entire Wuhun Empire, and the whole country was mourned. White silk ribbons were blown up in almost every household in the streets and alleys, and the entire Wuhun Empire was shrouded in great sadness.

"Your Majesty, I'm here to see you off."

In Wuhun City, outside the city gate, a rickety old man who looked to be in his 70s appeared slightly trembling with the support of a young man.

The old man and the young man were both dressed in white mourning clothes. Looking at the towers of Wuhun City, the old man couldn't help but shed tears on his old face.

These were a pair of grandsons and grandsons who were not from Wuhun City, but came from other places to see Yang Fan off on his last journey on the day when he would actually be buried.

In fact, it is not just this pair of grandfather and grandson. In the past few days, the population of Wuhun City has increased exponentially. They are all coming from places outside Wuhun City to see Yang Fan off on his last journey.

More and more people gathered in Wuhun City, and the time for Yang Fan's burial had been determined.

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In the 41st year of the Wuhun Empire, June 21st, there was heavy snow, ten miles away from the southern suburbs of Wuhun City, in Lushan Mountain.

Yang Fan was buried in a sea of ​​people. Today was the time for Yang Fan to be buried. The tomb was built on Mount Laoshan.

On this day, the heavy snow that had been falling for several days did not stop. The entire mountain was covered with a layer of snow that was more than a foot thick.

The dense crowd of people almost occupied the entire Lushan Mountain. There were so many people here that they were too numerous to count. At a glance, there was almost no end in sight. Apart from the army and a group of ministers from the Spirit Empire, most of them were ordinary people.

On the top of the mountain, there were many figures. Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, Bibi Dong, and other girls appeared one by one, but all of them had red and swollen eyes.

Xiao Wushuang followed Xiao Wu, her big black eyes filled with tears. She looked at the coffin with Yang Fan in front of her, as if she could feel the sadness...

Next to them were Yue Guan, Wang Qi Si Zi, Shen Jia, Qian Daoliu, Huo He, Shen Chan, Gui Mei, Gui Mei, and other ministers and important figures of the Spirit Empire.

But everything looked bad. The whole funeral lasted until the afternoon. The funeral was over, but the number of people here still didn't decrease much.

(End of this chapter)