C1714 Inheritor Inheritor Death

Jiangbei.

A certain graveyard.

"Salute!"

Along with a low and oppressive male voice, the place was filled with people. Someone raised their hands in unison and performed a military salute.

To their heroes, this was the highest form of etiquette.

The ceremony ended.

Qin Xiaobao, who had endured it for a long time, could not control herself. Tears flowed down her face and her body softened