As if it could not bear the weight of blood, the whisk that had been shaken straight and even pierced into a person's chest softened little by little at this moment, and a few strands of silver threads fell down. The blood immediately flowed down, drop by drop on the ground.

In the snow, a few bright red flowers bloomed.

Pei Yuanxiu suddenly became hoarse, and opened his eyes wide and looked at the back of the person in front of him. I don’t know how long it took, but he said softly: “You——”

And the man seemed to have no feeling, spread his hands, straightened his chest, and stood in front of him. Until this moment, he heard his voice, he slowly turned his head and looked at him.

Nangong Jinhong!

At that moment, he called Pei Yuanxiu's name and blocked him.

It also blocked this almost fatal blow!

The whisk in Yan Wuyu's hand stabbed into his chest like a sharp sword, and even pierced his back, but it barely stopped in Pei Yuanxiu's chest.

If Nangong Jinhong didn't block him just now, then he would-

At this moment, there was no time for someone to think about it, and there was no room for him to think about it. Pei Yuanxiu's eyes were dyed red by the blood gushing from Nangong Jinhong's chest. He stepped forward and hugged him: "Father!"

With this sound, Nangong Jinhong trembled for a moment, and the mountain-like body blocking him finally fell down dejectedly.

As soon as he fell down, Yan Wugui's hand also let go.

The whisk remained on his chest, and more blood gushed out, but in an instant, the entire whisk was dyed red.

However, it is not just the silver thread that dyes red.

The whisk handle was also bright red. After I took off my hand, I saw clearly that Yan Wulu's hands were full of blood.

he--

My breathing tightened, and when I looked up, I saw that he had been hit by several crossbow arrows, two shot through his chest and one shot through his thigh.

Blood continued to flow down, and in a short while, a large area under his feet dyed red.

Xie Feng stood aside, and was completely shocked when he saw this scene. He didn't even have time to summon the people around him to come and protect Pei Yuanxiu immediately, and there was no time to let someone come and take down this person, because Pei Yuanxiu was already sitting on the ground holding Nangong Jinhong, and I rushed forward and supported Yan Wuyu's shaky body, but he couldn't hold on to him as if he was falling into the Jade Mountain, and he fell down.

I held him and knelt in the snow: "Speak without desire! Speak without desire!"

He looked up at me, whispered twice in his throat, and then said, "The Emperor Wuliang...

“…”

"The old Taoist can't overcome this disaster today."

After saying that, a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing a large area of ​​white snow on the ground red.

On the other side, the blood was slowly dyeing the snow, and the blood flowing from Nangong Jinhong's body was dyed red in a short while, and it was still spreading out. In an instant, the snow under him had turned into a pool of blood.

For the first time, Pei Yuanxiu's face showed a confused and at a loss. His face was pale, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, and he looked at him foolishly.

After a while, he raised his hand that was holding behind him, and his hands were covered in blood.

When he looked at Nangong Jinhong's chest again, he seemed to suddenly wake up and trembled suddenly: "Father!"

Nangong Jinhong was probably in great pain, his whole body was twitching, his teeth clattered. Finally, after a severe pain, he relaxed for a while, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead like rain, but he showed a relieved smile to Pei Yuanxiu and said, "Finally, I heard you scream - 'father'."

Pei Yuanxiu trembled slightly.

Nangong Jinhong pretended to be relaxed and said, "I know, you have resentment and hatred in your heart."

“…”

"I exchanged you out back then, and your mother and I regretted it, but at that time, things were unstoppable. Don't blame us."

“…”

"Yuan Xiu, I'm sorry for so many years."

Pei Yuanxiu looked down at him, gritting his teeth and not speaking, but there was a stream of light constantly flashing in his eyes that were red.

Nangong Jinhong frowned and closed his eyes, as if gathering strength. After a while, he opened his eyes, reached out and grabbed Pei Yuanxiu's blood-filled hand, held it hard, and then whispered: "I'm dead, it's okay. I'm not afraid of someone mentioning your life experience. When I go to see your mother, I can tell him that I died for you, and she will not blame me again."

“…”

"Only one piece, Yuan Xiu..."

Speaking of this, his breath became more and more chaotic and weaker. After struggling for a while, he slowly spit out two words: "Li Zhu..."

Pei Yuanxiu frowned.

Nangong Jinhong's face became paler and his voice became weaker: "She is also a poor child, and she has suffered a lot over the years."

“…”

"I know you have no feelings for her, but in the end, she has endured such a fate like you. No matter whether you treat her as your wife, sister, Yuan Xiu, no matter what happens, I just hope you... protect her."

This time, Pei Yuanxiu didn't say anything, but nodded.

A smile appeared on Nangong Jinhong's face.

He seemed to have put down his mind, gasped for a while, and when he opened his eyes, his voice became even more low: "Yuan Xiu, you have already reached this point, you cannot retreat!"

He said, looking up at me, and grabbed his hand even harder: "Don't retreat!"

Pei Yuanxiu trembled suddenly: "Father!"

Nangong Jinhong gritted his teeth. The words just now seemed to have touched the wound inside him. Blood foam kept pouring out from the corners of his mouth. His words also brought cruelty. He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Kill everyone, kill all those who know, you are the will of heaven, and you are the emperor!"

“…”

"Yuan Xiu, you cannot retreat, you cannot retreat!"

“…”

“Not refundable…”

“…”

“No…retreat…”

His voice became softer and weaker, as if the light in his eyes was extinguishing bit by bit. Pei Yuanxiu looked at the hand that had held his hands tightly, and his fingers that had turned white slowly loosened and then fell down.

He suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed the hand, and held it hard.

But the person in his arms had closed his eyes.

There is no resurrection, no warmth.
Chapter completed!