MTL - Golden Age Legitimate Fei-~ 412. The death of Zhennan Wang

412. Shu Yu, the death of the king of the town

On the wall, there are a few dazzling lights. I saw three figures flying up quickly, and then became a group. The ordinary martial arts people simply couldn't see their fights, only saw the phantoms of the numbers passing through the air, and the swordsmanship that came from all directions. Everyone has retreated to a safe place and looked up at this world war.

The only thing that can be seen is that Han Mingyue is only one person, but at this time, Han Mingyue is also determined to look at the three people in the air. The eyes are focused on nature and there is no question of returning to the people next to them.

I only heard a loud noise, and everyone did not react to see a black "color" figure falling from the sky, heavily squatting on the ground on the tower. Han Mingyue and Qin Feng both left and right in front of Ye Liu. When everyone looked over, they saw Lei Zhenyu fall to the ground, and blood on his wrist and legs in his right hand. Lei Zhenyu's **** "color" was lying on the ground, his face was pale and his face was pale. Han Mingyue looked down and let go of his heart. Lei Zhenduo has apparently been ruined by martial arts, and has injured his hands and feet without any lethality.

Soon, Mo Xiu and Ling Tiehan also fell to the ground. The situation of the two is not very good either. In the ink-stained white clothes, several blood marks were stained on it, and a scar on the left arm was shocking. Ling Tie Han Lan's "color" cloth has cracked a regular mouth, and a thin scar has passed through the neck. As long as he is seriously injured, he is afraid that both sides will be hurt.

"Repair..." Ye Liu looked at the injury of ink repair, and frowned slightly. The mood of ink repair is very good. After dealing with Lei Zhenduo, the people who have been trying to clean up in the past few years have almost cleaned up. Even the original gloom of the eyebrows has dissipated a lot.

"Ali, I won." Ink repaired and smiled.

Ye Liu nodded slightly and whispered: "I know."

"Coughing..." Lei Zhenqi, who sat down on the ground, coughed twice and coughed up a blood. Looking back at ink repairing, he asked: "Why don't you kill me?" Ink repaired the cold voice: "This king said that... you must be born to die! The king always talks!"

Lei Zhenduo disdainfully smiled: "The king did not expect that the king would also like to abuse the captives."

"Since you admit that you are a prisoner, you don't know how much you don't know." Mo Xiuxiao smiled. "I don't want to know how the king intends to entertain you?" In the eyes of Mo Xiu, he suddenly shot "a shot". It seems that it is very difficult to tear Lei Zhenduo but it is tolerant to let him live.

Lei Zhentao had not had time to open his mouth, and suddenly a sword light flashed. Ink repaired and angered, "Ling Tiehan, you are looking for death!" I saw Ling Tiehan's sword in his hand pierced Lei Zhenduo's chest, although a **** light flew out. Then look at Lei Zhenduo's chest has been opened a blood hole, suddenly venting more gas into the air, obviously will not live.

The location of Lingtiehan Station was originally closer than that of ink repairing, and ink repairing one hand held Yeli. Ling Tiehan, this sword is fast and smashed, where can I stop it? After Lei Zhenxuan was stabbed by Ling Tiehan, he did not feel pain. Instead, he looked at the ink repair with a mocking smile. As if to say, don't you want me to die? The king is going to die now.

"Oh... Ling Tiehan... Thirteen brothers... Thank you." Lei Zhenduo smiled faintly, and suddenly lost his "color" eyes flowing through the ink repair and Ye Li, and there was a trace of regret and worry in his eyes. But what is the law is saying, slowly, the last glimmer of the eye is gradually faded.

"Repair!" Ye Liang took ink repair and wanted to shoot Ling Tinghan's hand. He whispered: "I am a little tired, let's go back to rest."

Ink eyes were warm, and looked down at the blood that had not been wiped out on the face of Ye Liqing. There were more apologies in the eyes. "Well, let's go back to rest. Cold General, Feng San, I will hand it over to you." ""

Feng Zhiyao nodded bitterly, and he did not rest for a day or night. Okay?

Ye Li turned back to Ling Tie Han Road: "Lingge master can raise the wounds in the city and go, Mr. Shen has a lot of injuries."

Ling Tiehan arched the hand: "Thank you for Wang Hao."

Looking at the ink repair and Ye Liu, Feng Xiaoyao looked back at the body of Lei Zhenduo and frowned. "How do you deal with this?" Although it is an enemy, Lei Zhenduo is a generation of heroes and phoenixes. Not too far away is too much to humiliate him. As the saying goes, people die and die, and how many more hateful people die? However, if Lei Zhenduo falls into the hands of ink repair, he is afraid that he will die.

Leng Huai picked up his eyebrows and was also a meaning to the phoenix. Leng Huai is a military commander of orthodox origin, and he always has a lot of respect for the famous. Unless necessary, it is generally not willing to humiliate the enemy's body outside the battlefield, the behavior of the weak.

Ling Tiehan glanced at Lei Zhenduo on the ground and said: "This seat will bring him back to Xiling. Is it unknown?"

"Of course." Leng Huai and Feng San looked at each other, Feng Zhiyao said: "But ... must be cremated by the Ding Wangfu, Lingge master can only bring the ashes back." Not Feng Xiaoyao is too cautious, but has After the repair of the ink and the resurrection, Feng Zhiyao really did not want to take the slightest risk.

Ling Tiehan did not care, he could collect the body for Lei Zhenduo, even if it was very loyal, nodded: "The so-called. This seat can wait a few days." Feng Zhiyao said: "Don't wait a few days, soon Ok," he didn't want Ling Tiehan to wait here for a few days. Seeing the meaning of Wang Ye is clear to Lei Zhenduo's anger, maybe he will return to God and find Ling Tiehan trouble. If this is the case, Ling Tiehan is now seriously injured, and there is no way to kill him without the king’s appearance. However, watching Wang Wei’s meaning obviously does not want Ling Tiehan to die. In case Wang Hao is angry with Wang Ye, it is not good for them to be subordinates. [

Cold Huai naturally has no thoughts about Feng Xiaoyao. Some strange look at Feng Zhiyao, I think there is nothing wrong with it. Nod. Ling Tiehan nodded: "Thank you so much."

"Lingge Lord is not polite, we have to thank Linggezhu." Feng Zhiyao said sincerely. Regardless of why, Ling Tiehan saved the lives of many of them including Wang Hao. If Ling Tiehan is not timely, today’s ending is really hard to say.

Ye Liu and Mo Xiu were returned to the generals. After a lot of cleaning, Mo Xiu came out and saw Ye Liu sitting at the table and looking at the food in front of him. Although they had just passed a war that was almost completely annihilated by the whole army, the people of the generals were still very diligent in preparing a delicious breakfast, and they were sent shortly after they returned, so that they could be eaten after the two were groomed.

The glass that had just been washed, replaced the blood coat, washed away the tired and **** face, and looked more beautiful and moving. Looking at her looking at the food in front of her eyes, the ink repaired and frowned, and the intuition was not happy. Gently walked up and put her in her arms from behind, and ink repaired and asked softly: "Ali, what are you thinking?"

Ye Li returned to the gods and shook his head and said: "Nothing.... These days have been collapsing tightly, and suddenly it is somewhat appropriate to relax."

Ink repaired her guilty licking her hair, softly said: "I am not good, Ali... There is nothing more to make you upset later. What do you want to do with me in the future? "Okay?" Yes, nothing can be upset since then, and no one in the world can threaten his Ari. North is defeated, and you don’t want to slow down in three or fifty years. Lei Zhenduo died, and most of the soldiers in Xiling stayed in Feihongguan. The South also faces the 300,000-strong army led by Murong Shen and Nanhou. There are also the grievances of the Zhennan Wangfu and the Xiling Royal Family. It is not bad to be able to protect themselves with the ability of Lei Tengfeng. As for the big Chu in the south, Mo Jingli was exiled, and a young doll that has not yet reached the age of the throne, but the power is only in the hands of the ministers and the empress of the emperor, and there is no wind and waves. Later... Who else dares to move his Ari in this world?

Ye Liu looked at him with some surprise. Ink repaired his eyes and smiled: "Why did Ali look at me like this?"

Ye Liu asked: "Are you going to take over?"

"The fight is all finished, what can you do without receiving troops?"

Ye Li silently. She didn't expect Mo Xiu to plan to close her hands so quickly. The plans and decisions of Mo Xiu's work these days have always made her feel a bad feeling. It's not that there is anything wrong with ambition. Mo Xiu has the strength, and there is that qualification to go to the world and even dominate the world. But perhaps these days, a more brutal war than a game has given her a repressive aversion to the war. The number of dead people seen in these years is really too much.

Put the leaves into his arms, and the beautiful face of ink repairs with a gentle smile. Gently pat the back of the glass and softly said: "A glass is not tired, it is better to take a break, okay?"

Ye Ziguang nodded, leaning on the ink repairing body gradually closed her eyes, she is indeed a little tired. When the glaze was asleep, Mo Xiu slammed her up and put it on the bed inside. Leaning over and looking at the still-small face of the eyebrows in the sleep, Mo Xiufu pitifully raised his hand and gently outlined her face, whispered: "Stupid Ari, how can the king know what you are thinking?" What? Moreover, if the king has finished playing, isn’t Mo Xiaobao going to become a loser?”

Gently cover the quilt for the glaze. Ink repaired and turned and went out. There was a bit of a mess in the top of the rice paper. The owner of the handwriting was forgotten in a hurry: the soldiers stopped the Huaibian , "Chaos" crows come to the noise of the cold. Poor white bones and loneliness, as the generals battle.

Using this poem to describe the Mohist army may be slightly biased, but it also clearly shows the attitude and mood of the writers on the current situation.

Ye Li is really tired and not light, and the sky that has just woke up outside has already darkened. If it is not ink repair, she is worried that she has not eaten for a long time and is not good for her health. Maybe she will continue to sleep.

Ye Li sat up and looked at the ink repairs that had no change before sitting at his bed and sleeping with himself.

There is no rest. In fact, the tiredness of this day is not just the keeper of Ye Li and Fei Hongguan. In the halfway, Mo Xiuzhen heard that Ye Liu was still in Feihongguan, and he came back with a quick whip, and then it was a big battle with Lei Zhenduo. It is impossible to say that it is not tired.

"How come there is no rest?" Ye Lixiu whispered and asked softly.

Ink repaired and smiled and shook his head, whispered: "Looking at Ari, not tired... Ali has been sleeping for a long time, it is time to use some dinner." Ye Liuyan looked at the gentle man in front of his eyes, as if The gloomy tempests that faced Lei Zhenduo and Ling Tiehan never existed before. Looking at her appearance, she did not make a sound, and ink repaired her smile slightly. She raised her hand and put it into her arms. She whispered, "A glass is angry with me?"

Ye Li was silent for a moment, sighed slightly and shook his head and said: "No, I know... you are right."

Ink has also been silent, and he only smiled and looked at Ye Lidao: "I just can't accept it right? Yes, this time... I was deliberate. How could the waste of Mo Jingli hurt me." Actually... I had this plan when I first handed over the fine list of Cangwu Mountain to me. I know Mo Jingli, I know what he would do when he was forced to Things come. Ali, you see, now... everything is developing as I imagined. Just... I didn’t expect that you didn’t even listen to me and leave Feihongguan. If it’s not Lingtiehan, even if it’s arrived... Fortunately, I stayed in Lingtie. One life is really right..." Ink repaired the hand of Ye Liang's waist and shivered slightly, but he looked down at Ye Liu's eyes and his low voice still with a faint smile. This stubborn smile makes the heart of the glass more sour.

She can't blame this man. Ye Li gently thought about it in the arms of ink repair. There are many more things in him. More thoughts allow her to accept the law, but she will always blame him. This is not his fault. He wants to take revenge. He wants to protect his family and loved ones. He wants to make the palace continue in this world and want to get the most return with the least effort. There is nothing wrong with him from where he came from.

Ink 尧 gently licked the glaze, kissed her hair, and whispered softly: "I want to hide A gla in the safest and most beautiful palace in the world, so that no one can see it. No one has ever hurt Ari. But I can't do that... I know that Ari doesn't like it. So... I want Ari to stand with me and face everything, even if Ari doesn't like it. Glass, don't you hate me, okay?"

Even if you know that you hate it, I would rather tear these most cruel things to you. Because this is the ink repair... Ink repair is not a family of the moon, nor is it a fairy who is out of the air, and ink repair is a **** of Shura from the blood of the dead. Although Ari has never been a delicate flower that can not be kept in the greenhouse, but the depth of Ari's heart is always so kind and soft. How would you like the cruel calculations of such **** hurricanes and the battlefields of blood flowing into the river? But... what should I do? Ink repair only wants you to stay with you.

"Repair..." Yeli sighed softly, looking up into his gentle but full of stubborn eyes. Raise your hand and touch his white hair, whispering: "It's not that you are wrong, why should I blame you. I am just... a little sad. I want to convince myself that their sacrifices are valuable. Even if Feihong Guanji The 100,000 garrisons are all dead, and at least they can shorten the war years of chaos. During this period... the soldiers and the people who sacrificed less than 200,000? What's more... What am I sad about? Even most people I Even their names don't know, and where can they be sad for them? So many people, even if I am sad to die, one can give their feelings for a quarter of an hour, and my sadness, right What do they have for their calculations? Just... each of them has a family, a family member, and their wounds are for a lifetime. So... repair, I am fine. I am really just a little sad. Fast, it will be fine."

Ink repaired his head and gently patted the vest of the glass to comfort her. The glaze that sees everything so thoroughly gives people a sense of vulnerability that they have never had before. Ink repairs will be in his arms, and some thin lips will be stubbornly persisted and deplored.

"Sorry, Ali." He is sorry for her, but he will not admit his mistake. Like Ye Zi, as the supreme commander of the Mohist army, he did not make any wrong decision. Even if the Mohist army did not have time to rescue today, the entire Feihongguan soldiers were killed in battle, and even the Xiling soldiers broke into the Feihongguan, and no one could say that the decision of the king was wrong. The Mohist army, which led the number of people below the enemy several times, faced the siege of three countries in a row. This time, it was a success in the battle, and the time for the "chaos" was greatly shortened. As a superior, he is correct.

He is only sorry for his wife, his lover. Let her endure so many pains and choices that should not be borne by her, let her personally bury her unicorn formed by her own hands. From the beginning to the end, he is sorry for the ink repair, only Ye Liyi - his most beloved, has decided to always care for her wife who is happy and worried.

"It doesn't matter." Ye Li whispered, and his heart was full of knots. She would forgive him for what he did, and Ye Liu’s faint smile in his heart. It turned out that she didn't know when she had loved him so much.

"Ali, it will never be again."

"Okay, I know." The faint pains in my heart may never disappear, but they will gradually fade away. Life has never been a perfect thing, but now it is very good. A man who can smash the clouds and rain but is uncomfortable for your mood, a few clever and cute and clever children, a group of loved ones who are sincerely thinking for you, and a group of friends and subordinates who are loyal to the liver. Is there anything unsatisfied with such a life? Perhaps she and Mo Xiu's thoughts will never be the same. For example, she does not like conspiracy and tricks, but he is best at yin and death. Another example is the value of life that she has always recognized, and he does not mind playing with the life of irrelevant people. However, he will give up for her, she will accommodate him. This is enough.

"Wang Ye, Wang Hao. The subordinates are seeking to see." The sound of Feng Zhiyao sounded outside the door.

In a short while, Mo Xiu and Ye Li appeared in the flower hall outside. It’s not just Feng Xiaoyao, Lenghuai, Han Mingyue, He Su, but even the general Lantern who was fainted in the morning. Seeing that the two men came together, Feng Zhiyao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Zhiyao is not only a brother friend who grew up together since he was a child. He has been a friend of Ye Liu for years. Feng Sangong is more aware of these two people than the average person. Originally thought that there would be some contradictions between the two people, but I did not expect that nothing happened. Feng Zhiyao couldn't help but look at Ye Liu's eyes, and his heart's evaluation of Ye Li was a bit higher.

After receiving the warning of the ink repair warning, Feng Zhiyao quickly coughed back and took back the look of the look. He smiled and said: "Wang Ye, Wang Hao, disturbed."

Ink repaired a faint look at him: "You still know, what are you doing so late?"

Ye Lunai’s hand-pull pull, with a smile on Yuan Xiaodao: “The old general, the body can be better.”

Yuan Zhen quickly said: "Thank you Wang Hao care, the end will be fine. Just older, some are not used, but let Wang Xi laugh." Ye Li smiled: "Where is the old general. This time thanks to the old general sitting in town ""

"Ali said that the generals of the veteran, please sit down." Seeing Ye Liu sweeping his own eyes, Mo Xiuzhen also smiled from the goodness of the flow. "Everyone has not used dinner, is it better to use it together?"

Feng Zhiyao silently turned his eyes: Did you and Wang Hao have not used dinner?

It was natural for Dingwang to personally invite everyone to refuse. In a moment, Shantou was sent to the prepared evening. They are all extremely light foods. Everyone is tired and tired these days. No one has ever used a meal seriously. For a time, I also had a big appetite, and I was very happy to have a hearty and delicious dinner.

When the gimmicks withdrew the wreckage, Mo Xiuzhen asked: "What is the urgency of coming so late?"

Leng Huai got up and said: "When you start the prince, we want to ask... what should the Xilin prisoners do?" Actually, this was not an urgent matter, but they were pulled by the phoenix, but the phoenix was eating at this time. Satisfied with the appearance of death, Huai Nai had to come up with this matter.

Although not urgent, this is not a trivial matter. The captured Xiling soldiers are close to 100,000 people. With so many people, it is a big problem to put it on, and it is very troublesome to deal with it.

Wen Yan, ink repair eyes flashed. I was about to talk but I paused when I saw the glass around me. Shen sang a moment and said: "Send someone back to Xiling. We don't want too much. A soldier is fifty-two silver."

Cold Huai hesitated a moment. "Will the Xiling people agree?" Fifty-two are not many, but more than 100,000 people add up. What's more, it is not difficult for this idea to collect 100,000 soldiers and horses. At least five or six million silver is absolutely not used. This is not a very good deal for Xilin.

Ink 尧 sneered a sneer: "You announce this to the world, they disagree and agree. It is not agreeing... I will send all of them to the north to plant the land." Just lacking people to cultivate land.

When I think about it, I can’t help it. Sure enough, the king is still conscientious and conscientious.

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