Li Chengqian placed the urn in front of Li Tingxue and said: "This time our army blocked Cui Yinghe and all the others at the mouth of the gourd..."

Looking at the urn on the table.

Li Tingxue felt a buzzing sound in the depths of her mind. Her eyesight turned black, her mind became dizzy, and her body was shaky.

Li Chengqian also had quick hands and eyes, and hurriedly supported her.

"Sister, you have to express your condolences..."

Li Tingxue stared blankly at the clay altar, her lips trembling.

"You, are you telling the truth?"

"it is true."

"Cui Yinghe told me this personally, and I confirmed it with Huai Liang."

"At that time, Huai Liang and others also tried to persuade him to surrender, but he would rather die than surrender and led the remaining troops to resist."

"In the end, he was hit by a stray bullet and died among the rebels."

Li Chengqian lowered his head and said, "Sister, I planned this matter. If you want to beat or scold me, just come at me."

Listen to this.

Li Tingxue directly raised her hand.

But when the hand reached mid-air, it stopped.

Half a moment.

She put her hand down again, sighed softly and said, "I can't blame you."

"Who said, he chose this path of no return..."

Li Tingxue looked at the clay altar with red eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

And seeing my sister so sad.

Li Chengqian also felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

But there is no way, people cannot be resurrected after death, and no one can bring the dead back to life.

And Li Chengqian didn't want him to come back alive.
Chapter completed!