Absolutely Be Called by the Girl System

Many Mongolian warriors screamed terribly, lost their weapons in panic, howled and ran away.

There is always a limit to a person's courage. When the fear of a person exceeds the death, then all loyalty and death will be left behind.

Seeing this, Temujin shuddered and smiled sadly: "There are such god-like figures in the Central Plains, which can be called the great misfortune of my grassland man!"

He looked affectionately at the grass and wild flowers flashing past in front of him, with a sad expression on his face.

He knew that this might be the last time he saw them.

Temujin Khan got off his horse and looked at Wang Lie who was approaching with an oiled paper umbrella supporting the rising flames of blood.

With a long sigh, he plunged the scimitar in his hand into the ground, then knelt down on the ground, gently kissing the ground and grass under his feet.

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The guards around him had already gone up to meet him, and those who were not dead had already collapsed and fled. Only the stout young man knelt down with him and kissed the land and the grass.

"Torre!"

Temujin Khan said softly: "Maybe I am the first Khan on the grassland who was killed by a single person who killed tens of thousands of elite soldiers and chased him for three thousand miles. Maybe there will be no such kind of Khan in the future world. Demon Lords can't understand powerful people...or demons."

He sighed: "Death at the hands of a demon master with such incredible power is also the best destination for a warrior!"

The people of the grassland are in awe of the strong, which has been the nature of the grassland since ancient times.

Although Wang Lie killed more than ten thousand grassland braves, even killed his brotherly brothers, and slaughtered all the elites on the grassland, he would not be overwhelmed for a hundred years.

But he still only has deep-seated hatred and awe of power, and he will not utter insulting words.

"Khan...Father, I will fight that devil with you."

Torre's calf was trembling, but his eyes were firm, and he said sonorously.

Snapped!

Torre's body flew out and fell a few meters away, covered in mud and blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Looking up, it was the same proud father who was as proud as a goshawk in the sky, looking at the unprecedented loneliness in the sky.

Then came a slightly hoarse voice: "Tuo Lei, after I die, you must not seek revenge from the devil."

"no!"

"Then you go now."

""

Temujin's face was even more bleak. He had already seen that Torre's voice was serious, and he didn't want to die at all. Even if he seeks revenge from the devil in the future, he will not use any bright means.

It doesn't matter if he succeeds, it can be regarded as revenge for tens of thousands of men in the grassland.

But could this method be useful to that man? I'm afraid it would only have the effect of irritating him, and it would be the prairie people who would suffer.

"Do it yourself."

The heir he has always confirmed has always been Wo Kuotai, and there are several other candidates. Torre's name has never been on the list.

But now, they have all been killed by that man.

With a long howl, holding a scimitar in his hand, decades of Taoist zhenqi circulated crazily, walking towards the phantom step by step.

Prairie boys are never afraid of death.

"Devil Lord, Temujin is here."

The sound shook the four fields.

The sun is gradually rising.

The bright golden sun shines on the blood-stained land.

A figure sat high on horseback, with his back to the sun, walking leisurely.

"A generation of arrogance, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle."

Although Temujin's body is not in the past, the zhenqi honed for decades has become smooth, like swaying his arms, all the zhenqi does not flow, completely draining the last trace of strength in his body.

The golden scimitar slashed out across the air, like a scorching sun.

This is also the last afterglow of Genghis Khan Temujin.

The two passed by.

Temujin looked up at the big red sun with half its outline on the horizon, and asked softly, "Is Genghis Khan talking about me?"

Wang Lie sighed lightly and nodded.

Temujin smiled, looking at the bright red sun.

The sunrise that was common in the past moved him more than ever before.

boom!

The golden knife fell to the ground.

The eyes that used to swallow the world gradually lost their spirit. Temujin rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with a bang, but he just lost his breath.

A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, died!