Chapter 509: Hou Ye is dead?

The country is located in the southern part of the country.
The bordering land, all over the yellow sand, this season is extremely hot!
In the desert, if it is the past, it is rare to see people in the past 800 years.
It is a lively event today.
Several large road tigers quickly crossed the border line and drove into the desert, stopping for hundreds of miles.
"Warm elders, it should be this."
A cousin who chewed gum, took off the sunglasses, took a look at the coordinates on the gps, and his eyes floated to the sky.
"Ok!"
"There should be boarding over there, twenty minutes later, ready to end!"
Wen Hanqiu took a look at the watch, then closed his eyes and regained his spirit.
After twenty minutes!
A passenger plane flew over the desert!
Wen Hanqiu's fingers banged fast, and a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth. He suddenly made a snap!
Hey!
boom!
With the sound of the fingers, the plane in midair burst suddenly, turned into a fire, dragging the black smoke tail, and plunged into the yellow sand.
"fast!"
"Our time is only ten minutes, you must find the body."
Wen Hanqiu took the lead in jumping off the car, and in the place where the plane crashed, he spurred the suffocating gas and swept it like lightning.
The plane has long been a wreck, and the smoke is rolling, giving off a strong smell of burnt smell.
Burnt corpses can be seen everywhere, and the stumps are broken!
Wen Hanqiu quickly glanced at it, including the bodies of seven masters!
Hong Gang this time to kill the Qin dynasty, can be described as a full blood.
"Elders, there is still a living here."
The sunglasses youth screamed.
Wen Hanqiu quickly went over, but seeing this person like coke, still slowly creeping!
"Good guys, this can still be angry, it's absolutely."
The person who took the corpse could not help but marvel.
Wen Hanqiu reached out and took a gold post from the waist of the man. When he opened it, he suddenly laughed and said: "You, uh, our Houye is also today!"
During the speech, Wen Hanqiu gave the gold post a look to everyone in turn.
Everyone carefully examined the person, and the faces were not much different. Everyone was happy when they arrived.
"Elder, very good, if not unexpected, this is the body of Qin Hou!" Sunglasses youth is very happy.
"Well! Everyone will take a closer look. This can't be a scorpion." Wen Hanqiu is old and rude.
"Can't be wrong, it is the Qin thief, he is turned into gray, I can recognize it."
A gentle look at the side of the gentle look at the creepy person, sneer.
‘Qin Hou, Qin Hou! ’
‘You also have today? ’
‘You are bad for me, and I am forced to die, and come to live like a dog. ’
‘The feng shui turns, you can’t dream of it, and the one who will give you the corpse will be me? ’
The laughter is not over, and the tears are flowing out.
"Time is urgent!"
"Get rid of him, bring it back! This place should not stay for a long time." Wen Hanqiu kicked the warmth of a generation.
"Don't move, give it to me!"
Temporarily pulled out the dagger, eyes cold, the knife slipped over the man's throat, this is satisfied with the blood on the blade, waving his hand to signal the body.
Perhaps because of hatred, he has an illusion that Qin Hou’s blood is sweet.
The group carried the car on the body and went to joy.
......
The news of Qinhou’s death was quickly spread in the old city.
In addition to a few people like Wen Xueyu and Hong Wenbin, it is Wanjiabao who does not know the truth. The Qin Gang is dead.
Dongqi hangs the white flag for three consecutive days to pay homage to this peerless arrogance!
"A Yong, are you sure Qin Hou is really dead?"
In the secret room, Hong Zhaoli asked the sunglasses youth face to face.
"Help the Lord, the subordinates see it, this is the dragon post on him, as well as the jade on his body, as well as the appearance and body. After careful identification, it can be confirmed that Qin Hou is undoubted."
A Yong replied earnestly.
"Call, this abominable fanatic, after all, is still dead." Hong Zhao, the governor sighed.
Earlier, he was still worried about Wen Hanqiu's heart and mind, and specially sent the inside line Ayong to stare at the field.
Now that he got the exact news, his hanging heart finally sank.
"Right, the people of Dongqi will send spirits to Qinhou on the side of the water tonight, will the elders ask you to go?"
Ayong asked.
"Let the Hong war go on my behalf." Hong Zhao thought of it.
"The second master has not seen the figure until now, and the subordinates have sent people to look for it." A Yongdao.
"Well, this lord has a personal trip tonight!"
"Qin Hou, he is qualified to be worthy of me."
In the eyes of Hong Zhaoli, the light flashed, and the gloomy smiled.
Wan Jiabao got Qinhou's dragon post and body in the afternoon. The body was sent by the embassy. It was already beyond recognition, and it was only vaguely judged to be somewhat similar.
After the grief, Wan Jiabao converges on the bones. On the same day, a mourning hall was set up on the side of a nearby river. The monks were invited to surpass the undead.
At the same time, the old city Qin Bangtang mouth energized the Jiangdong General Hall, everyone announced the news of the death of Qin Hou.
It was night, the white lantern hangs high and sways in the waves of the river.
In the middle of the mourning hall, the dragon plaque symbolizing the identity of Qinhou is enshrined. After the table, it is the finest golden nanmu coffin, which houses the remains of Qinhou.
The funeral is extremely grand!
The Chinese circle has a face and face ~EbookFREE.me~ have gone to the hall to hang.
One is that I can't believe this terrible reality. Anyone who can't think of Qinhou, the of death in the past few days, will suffer such a disaster.
In addition, I also listened to how the Qin Gang’s future winds will blow.
Wanjiabao and others are family members and entertain one by one!
It was not until two o'clock in the middle of the night that everyone was tired and exhausted, and they were struggling to support them.
At this time, the confession of the ceremonies was heard outside the hall.
"Hong Bang Gang, Mr. Hong Zhaoli, Elder Wen Hanqiu, etc. came to condolence."
Hong Bang people?
How come this time?
Wan Jiabao was shocked and greeted Qin to help his disciples.
Hong Zhaoli is wearing a blood-red and festive Tang suit this time. When he meets, he bows his hand and says: "Oh, Wan Zong, I heard that your Qin help Hou Hou is mourning Huang Quan. Hong is quite awkward in his heart."
"Hong Ye, how can you say this?" Wan Jiabao couldn't help but anger and asked coldly.
How can I participate in funeral and wear red clothes? Hong Zhaoli is here to find happiness.
"I want to go to Mi, it is exactly what I invited! I know that this business has not been discussed, and people are gone. It is really a talented person, sad and sigh!"
Hong Zhaoli patted his hand and made a heartache.
"Hong Ye, Shang Xiang." Wan Jiabao is helpless to the first master of the country. Only he bite his teeth and endure this tone. He ordered the incense and handed it over.
Hong Zhaoli finished the incense, and the ceremonies shouted at the side.
After the return of the family of Wanjiabao, Hong Zhaoli just had to leave, and suddenly heard the coffin of Lingtang heard a slight noise.
This was a loud noise, but everyone was suddenly erected.
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