The edge of the battlefield.

The man's footsteps were not fast, and a veiled woman supported him.

The two of them took one step at a time, and soon the soles of their shoes were all wet with blood.

On the Gobi, it is full of desolation.

There were corpses everywhere.

Among them are cracked gold armor, and you can also see the underworld personnel who have been pierced by swords.

The man who was slow and seemed to have injuries on his body looked at the scene of the mountain of corpses and the sea of corpses slowly, and his face was blank.

"I'm not going to go. ”

Noticing that Meng Po had already cast her gaze, the veiled woman stopped and let go of her hand.

The young man nodded silently and continued to walk alone, across the vast battlefield.

A golden-armored warrior around him also saw him, but he seemed to forget to stop him, and let him walk step by step to the core area of the battlefield.

"Chief. ”

"Master. ”

"Emperor Yan. ”

......

Although the names were different, as the man who seemed to be weak at this time approached, the high-level officials of the underworld all lowered their noble heads.

There is only one exception.

Meng Po was still standing there, looking at him for a moment.

Yellow sand swept across the sky.

The two looked at each other and spoke almost simultaneously.

"It's back. ”

"It's back. ”

The young man who was the fuse of this war didn't seem to expect the other party to say the same thing as himself, smiled, and then, his gaze slowly shifted to the man who was still kneeling there with the hilt of his sword in his hand.

Meng Po, who was in front of tens of thousands of golden armor and said that the Li family was full of punishment, gave up her position and walked behind the young man silently.

Although there were heavy casualties, there were still vast figures on the Gobi, but no one spoke at this time, and all that could be heard was the whistling wind.

"Stand up. ”

Staring at the half-pay, Li Futu, or the young man named Emperor Yan, spoke slowly.

The majestic man in command of 100,000 golden armor lowered his head, held the hilt of his sword in his hand, and said nothing.

No one could see his face.

Ten years.

The first time the two met, it was in Luqi Mountain, and he was shouted to his face.

The second time was at the wedding scene of the State Guesthouse, when the two did not have any communication.

The third time.

Now is it.

Remorse?

Humiliation?

Unwilling?

It doesn't seem to be.

Looking at the yellow sand that was swept to his feet by the wind, Li Zhengrong's eyes seemed to have a gentle face,

This one-word king, who knelt down in the midst of the army and had an invincible prestige among the troops, smiled inexplicably.

"I am willing to die to end this grudge. ”

He hung his head and spoke again.

It seems to be almost the same as what Meng Po said just now, but it seems to have another meaning.

"What did you take? Li Zhengrong, do you think your life is very valuable?"

Li Futu's face was cold, and he suddenly stepped forward and kicked Li Zhengrong's chest.

Although he was injured, this kick still directly kicked the supreme commander of the 100,000 gold armor out of the air.

The Human Emperor He Kyushu looked at it from the side, and he had no intention of stopping it at all.

The son's treatment of his father like this is a great rebellion in the traditional concept of the Dragon Kingdom, but although he rarely goes out to the central sea, he can clearly see the grievances between the three generations of the Li family.

Even if he is an emperor, he doesn't know how to judge what is right and which is wrong.

"Stand up. ”

Li Zhengrong fell four or five meters away, his hand supporting the ground, and a drop of blood dripped from his mouth to the ground.

"Futu, I know, our Li family is ashamed of you, isn't the life of me and Zhengrong enough to eliminate the resentment in your heart?"

Li Kaijiang didn't support his son, this iron-blooded old man, standing in the wind and sand at the moment, his face was too old.

Li Futu breathed heavily, still staring at Li Zhengrong.

"Little master, so many people have died, forget it. ”

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

A figure slowly walked from behind towards the eye of the storm.

Li Futu's eyes flickered, and he turned his head, and couldn't help but be stunned.

“...... Uncle Zeng?"

This is an old man with gray temples, dressed ordinary, but his appearance obviously brought a lot of impact to Li Futu.

"I didn't expect the little master to remember me. ”

He looked at the young man who had grown up completely, his eyes were kind, with sighs, and nostalgia.

"If the young lady knew about the young master's achievements now, she would definitely be grateful. ”

Li Futu's palms gradually clenched.

Although he hasn't seen him for ten years, he always remembers the kindness of this old man named Zeng Qing who once served his mother diligently.

"Little master, before leaving, Miss left a will, so that you don't hold a grudge against the Li family, immersed in hatred, now, tens of thousands of people have been sacrificed, Miss was dedicated to the Buddha before her death......"

The once only housekeeper and servant of the detached Emerald Garden villa did not say any more.

The wind howled, blowing through the Gobi, and the sound of the wind became more and more poignant.

It was as if tens of thousands of dead souls were wailing.

Li Futu raised his head, his eyes slowly closed.

At this moment, no one dared to make a noise to disturb.

Even Meng Po remained silent.

The picture of his mother's deathbed came to his mind again.

The woman who had been compassionate all her life, even if she didn't get to see her man for the last time, still grabbed her child's hand, with a pale but gentle smile, and told him not to be blinded by hatred.

It is precisely because of my mother's last wish.

That's why he has always been innocent of the high-gate mansion in Kyoto City.

This is already the only filial piety he can fulfill to his mother.

The scene was quiet, almost silent.

He Jiuzhou took the opportunity to look at the old lady of the Li family.

There is no doubt that this housekeeper was obviously deliberately found and brought by Li Kaijiang.

Ginger is still old and spicy.

At this moment, the only thing that can stop this young man may be the woman who is buried under the Luqi Mountain, who is dead but does not complain.

Back then, in order to compensate for his comrades-in-arms who died because of himself, Li Kaijiang brought the other party's orphan daughter into the Li Mansion and trained her as a child daughter-in-law.

Such a affectionate and righteous move aroused great praise from the government and the opposition at that time.

Is there something wrong?

Seems right.

As a son of man, Li Zhengrong adheres to his father's order and repays his father's kindness, is it wrong?

It seems to be the same.

This grievance that has lasted for three generations, it is really difficult to distinguish who is right and who is wrong, I can only say...... Fate makes people.

When the pain was relieved, Li Zhengrong propped himself on the ground, slowly stood up, stretched out his hand, and gradually untied his battle armor.

"The Li family, from now on to withdraw from the court, I will send Haotian abroad, and he will not be allowed to return to the country for the rest of his life. ”

The armor representing supreme power fell to the ground.

The man who disarmed in public still had blood on the corner of his mouth.

"I, Li Zhengrong, am willing to build a grass house at the foot of Luqi Mountain, and live this life. ”

Li Kaijiang's lips trembled unconsciously, but he didn't say anything, and slowly closed his eyes.

He Jiuzhou's eyes were complicated, and he sighed secretly.

After this battle.

The Lee family that was in full swing.

After all, he died.

(End of chapter)