In my heart, I suddenly had a thought of respect for the big general Thule. Death and life can be so plain and heroic.

I glanced at Thule's body lightly and said, "mirror night!"

"in." Like a swimming fish, it slipped in quietly from the door and hung its head to wait on it. In a low voice, it said, "master, the palace has been cleaned up."

"well." He nodded unconcernedly and said softly, "bury general Thule in the thick, and wait for the ceremony with the public."

"yes." Another respectful promise, turn around and go out.

Feng Qi's withered body was lying on the bed. His eyes were full...