MTL - Lord Seventh-Chapter 75 Final Battle V

Chapter 75 The Final Battle V ...

Zhou Zishu then stayed firm and for a long while, stuttered and asked, "What do you say ... who do you say? Liang Jiuxiao?"

The skylight nodded, seeing that the human skin mask could not cover the sad expression on Zhou Zishu's face, and immediately lowered his head with interest.

Helianchi coughed softly: "Zishu, otherwise you go and see?"

Zhou Zishu regained his gaze, waved his hands, and told the skylight to go out first. Jing Qi also sighed: "Zishu, you have to glance at it, Your Majesty has me."

Heliann gave him a white look: "It's the same without you. If you are looking for your guard, it is better to hang a white owl and crooked neck tree first."

Jing Qi said solemnly: "Your Majesty's words are not right. Even if you have a chair or table, you can move it up and down when you are in battle. I'm not five big and three thick, but also such a big one. enough."

Hellendar looked at him, and suddenly he was speechless, he thought, this is also considered to be the same death?

Zhou Zishu ignored the joke of the two of them, and for a moment, he shook his head gently: "Your Majesty ordered everyone to leave their posts without permission, Zi Shu should not make an exception."

Hellen shouted, "Why did you leave?"

Zhou Zishu smiled bitterly, then shook his head again: "When the battle is over, I will grab him, hang him in the torture chamber of the skylight, and pump him a good board. Now ... now I know he is beside Princess Jing'an, good Just fine. "

I don't want to see him, I always feel that running at this time is like going to see the last side of the person, which is unlucky.

There is no one in this world who is lonely from north to south, but he is concerned about him, sincerely fearful.

On the sixth day of the siege, the hustle and bustle started, and the nine gates of Beijing were attacked to varying degrees. No one has retreated, and no one has yielded.

Besieged on the seventh day.

On the night of the eighth day, there was a sudden wind. The clouds over the capital were overcast. The battle was over and the sentry was still severe.

I do n’t know who took out the flute, and the wild cavalry bounced a minor key, ridiculed and ridiculed, but for some reason, it made people feel a sense of coolness on the back, but the tone was not on the key, but Naturally, there was a savage killing in the middle of the autumn.

A few horses were ready. Jing Qi was dressed in black, and he was getting thinner. He whispered: "Follow me, be careful, I know you are more familiar with me on the road outside the city, but do n’t forget that there are people outside Wagger Cavalry is on patrol. "

Two skylights, dressed in night clothes, ran over, dragging a bulging bag, and from the marks left on the ground, they weighed several hundred pounds.

"Master, you are ready."

Jing Qi reached out and tore open the mouth of the cloth bag, glanced in, sealed it, and smiled, "We are too good, and we really do something good."

He rolled over and whispered, "Go."

"Bei Yuan!" Suddenly Hellendar called out.

Jing Qi looked back at him, and the dull collar turned up by the wind made his chin sharp, the smile on the corner of his mouth has not faded, and the slightly raised eyes like peach blossoms are bright, trimming his eyebrows, It was amazingly beautiful.

Heliant's heart beat, and she regretted calling him that.

"His Majesty?"

Hellen paused, and took the first two steps slowly. Jing Qi thought that he was about to say something, so he bent down, but might as well, let Hellen hug him, and his cheeks were blown tight by the night wind. The ground clung to Jing Qi's neck, as if he was to be dragged down from his horse and held in his arms.

The horse took a few steps in situ.

Jing Qi held it for a while, holding his reins in his hands, but didn't know how to react. For three hundred years, he had waited for this hug for three hundred years, and now he didn't want to wait any longer, but unexpectedly, this posture happened awkwardly, his shoulder was pulled low, and it fell against Herren's shoulder socket. Here, it's not warm at all, it only makes people feel sad.

If ... if you were a previous life, you are not Emperor Rongjia, I am not King of Nanning.

"Why don't you have to go?" Helianna could not bear it anymore, and finally couldn't help but speak the words gently to Jing Qi's ears-only let him hear it, and he was here He can't even keep a little selfishness, but he is so reluctant that he can only speak to him alone.

Jing Qi blinked, and said softly, "Your Majesty forgot? Only I know the way."

Helien closed his eyes and said, "Bei Yuan ..."

When you were asked to leave, why didn't you leave?

However, he had already asked this sentence and got the answer. He also wanted to ask, can you count the marriage word you calculated for me? Can it be changed? He also wanted to say, you're not good enough, can my rabbit, who has become a hexagram asset, come back?

However, these words rushed into his throat, and they failed to come out. Jing Qi patted his shoulder gently, freed from his arms, straightened up, immediately glanced at him, folded his hands in front of his chest, and said plainly: "Take care of your majesty."

He urged the horse to go ahead and left.

Endlessly, why comfort?

There was only silence, and only one back, slowly blending into the night. They make lovers see it, they can't think about it, they just have their mouth full of bitterness.

Sad and sad.

This road is really only known to Jingqi. The place where they are going is the upper reaches of the Wangyue River. Several people in the sunroof followed him like a shadow, and the two guys picked the big pocket of several hundred kilograms with a steel gun, one of them dragged at one end, which was so good that he was not crushed.

A group of people crossed silently, and when they crossed the encirclement of Waggon, they happened to be seen by a cavalry. Jing Qi raised his hand decisively, and immediately a skylight went over his horse like a ghost and covered the cavalry. The mouth was twisted, and the neck was broken.

The sunroof has only spies and killers.

Jing Qi felt that he might have an invisible background, so the invisible ribs grew in the flesh and blood, just like Zhou Zishu's stink, without the commander-in-chief's ability, but he took advantage of the night to make some ghosts. The skill of the trick. Jing Qi kept on the horse and threw the small bottle in his arms to the murderer.

That was the thing that went to Wuxi, Guangxi in the year to give him just in case—bone water.

The skylight that had processed the corpse quickly caught up again.

So he passed the Waggao camp in such a way that Jingqi could not help but Jing Qi couldn't help but glance back, saying that now he could go back to the horse. If he could touch Gexi's account, it would be better to shoot him with an arrow.

Of course, this is just a beautiful fantasy. They just passed around the cavalry, and it is already very difficult. If I go in deeply, I am afraid that there are several lives that are not enough to lose.

Follow the path that Wuxi took him to, reach the source of Wangyue River.

Jing Qi felt deep in his heart. He wondered how Wuxi had to suffocate in this imperial city like a prison cage, and then he would walk around the suburbs without boundaries. How many times would he go to find such a remote place?

Is he supposed to return to southern Xinjiang?

Peace is good enough.

The wind rolled up a dark cloud, and finally a thunder broke down, and the whole earth was shaking.

Jing Qi was overjoyed, looking for people to watch the sky at night. He originally said that there would be rain in this place. It was unexpected that there would be thunder this season, but by looking at this, he could comfort himself with the words of Daqing. Several people dismounted at the place close to the source of the upper reaches of the Yueyue River. At this time, the heavy rain had fallen, and Jingqi wiped his face. Then I knew what it was like to be bitter and windy. The big cloth bag opened, and there were two strange beasts inside.

However, if you take a closer look, it is not a strange beast. It is clearly two extremely large white wolves. The most surprising thing is that there is a handful of gray hair on the forehead of the white wolf, like a crown.

A skylight couldn't help asking: "Master, is this ... a wolf?"

Jing Qi shook a few blood-red straps from the big cloth bag again, tore them with teeth, tied hands and feet to the wolf's body, tied them in a rather strange way, and then cut his palm. The blood dripped on the white wolf's fur, was washed away by the rain, and immediately fainted, dyed a large piece.

After finishing, he chuckled: "Wolf? This is not an ordinary wolf."

After a whole night of heavy rain, the vigil guards of the vigil did not dare to slack off, and remained there dedicately. Suddenly, along the upper stream of the river that had been flowing into the city, a rough raft floated over, and there seemed to be thing. The guard rubbed his eyes, and the heavy rain made him look blurred.

The raft was getting closer. Then, the guard saw the contents above. He slowly opened his mouth, his eyes almost stared out, and a strange noise made in his throat. He slowly extended a hand and pointed at the river. He was so scared that he couldn't even speak.

Geshe was awakened in his sleep. He slept very lightly and waited, and opened his eyes immediately when there was noise. Before he could scold, his personal guard rushed in and rushed in: "Boss, boss ... white wolf! It's **** white wolf!"

Geshe pushed him away and strode out.

More and more Wagga soldiers gathered by the river without listening to the order, and another thunder broke, and the cold blue light illuminated the fear on everyone's face.

"The so-called 'blood-painted white wolf' is a very vicious curse." Jing Qi carefully wrapped the wound on his hand with a bandage and smiled gently. His clothes were soaked and tight. Tightly clinging to her body, she still said unhurriedly, "The Wages believe that wolves are heaven's messengers, especially white wolves with gray hairs on their foreheads. They can fly. This kind of wolf cannot kill— —It is said that the devil seduced the leader of the Rowa tribe, said that he drank the blood of the white wolf, tied the wolf's body like a blood-red band, and sprinkled the blood-red agate stone to obtain the supreme power. Rowa The clan leader did so, also on a heavy rainy night, and then ... "

Another thunder struck down, almost drowning his voice: "The entire Luwa tribe, three days later, men, women, young and old, one with no land left, dead and clean, dozens of miles, even a living creature Nothing left. "

A skylight widened his eyes: "Master, this ... this ... really?"

Jing Qi raised an eyebrow: "Of course it is nonsense. The Luwa tribe was clearly destroyed by a nearby tribe. The neighboring tribe had contracted with them, and they looked at other people's pastures. I'm afraid that people will scold you, so I made up such a story as an archway for myself. "

The skylight was silent.

Jing Qi laughed silently, standing in the heavy rain: "Geshe probably knows this story, but those bull-like soldiers under him don't understand it, and the raft that flows down the river makes everyone see clearly. Let him hide it-even if he can calm it down with his own power and tough means, but he can't control the turbulence of the military, at this time the smartest is to make quick decisions and use murderous and vindictive To dispel fear. "

The defense of the capital is like an iron barrel, but it will not last long. It can't stand Gexi's hard wear and tears, and can't stand the temptation of his things.

Tell you to be cautious, and I force you to make a desperate effort--

Listening again to Jing Qishen said, "Gexi must have thought that someone is going to make troubles upstream, everybody, be prepared for your sword, we are afraid we can't go back."