"Whoever dares to flee will end up like this!"

Ye Shu said indifferently, and his voice was not loud.

But even if the strong whisper, everyone will listen carefully, at this time, this faint speech, between the horror of the descendants of the Fan family, shocked their hearts like thunder, scared to the extreme, but extremely honest, the slightest disobedience, dare not give birth, they are all standing there.

It's like looking at a flock of sheep.

"Chengmo!

Fan Wencheng's expression was stunned, and when he saw the corpse lying in a pool of blood, covered in blood, he felt that Ye Shu's two blood drops were like being cut on his head, and the whole person was extremely painful.

Fan Chengmo and Fan Chengxun are their second and third sons, they have already been trained and have long been important ministers in the court, and the hope and foundation of their descendants have died so plainly today!

"Fan Chengmo?

Ye Shu listened to it, and he was also quite interested, these are two big fish, in the future rebellion of the three feudatories, they all made great contributions, and they were all well-known figures who won the "Prince Shaobao".

Among them, Fan Chengmo, after being captured, would rather die than surrender to Geng Jingzhong, and he was extremely "loyal and martyred", which can be called a loyal dog of the Qing Dynasty.

That's right, too.

died, Geng Jingzhong slaughtered him;

fell, Kangxi killed him in a nest, and he died, but he will be more reused in the future, and the wealth will continue.

The abacus is well played.

For several generations of a family, there are few traitors who have been so desperate to be so determined to the ground in a thousand years.

I just don't know, all these thoughts will seem very ridiculous when they meet themselves?

Ao worshiped a pair of pants, wore them for a long time, and didn't come forward, so as not to be poisoned by Ye Shu again and lose face, but just sent his men down to die.

The face of the superior is always more important than the life of the person below.

has been a dog in the Qing court for several lifetimes, and the life of the whole family, in the eyes of Aobai, is still just a dog's life, a slave, although it is a pity, but he only needs to find an excuse for himself...... Dog minion!

"See?

Fan Wenzheng has been dead for thousands of years, and no one still dares to be disrespectful.

You've been a lackey for decades, but you're still just a dog!"

Blood droplets, every time they fly, every time they draw a strange roar in the air, they are like an ice knife, stabbing in the hearts of everyone, the killing is slow, but the momentum of killing step by step, just like a fierce beast showing its claws, villains showing their butcher knives, forcing people crazy, frightening people's hands and feet cold, and the whole body is weak!

The heads of people were rolling, from the six sons of Fan Wencheng who had gray hair, to the five grandsons.

Fan Chengyin, Fan Chengmo, Fan Chengxun, Fan Chengbin, Fan Chenglie, Fan Chengzuo.

Fan Shichong, Fan Shiyi, Fan Shijie, Fan Shishou, Fan Shiji.

Among them, there is also a celebrity, which is his grandson Fan Shiyi, Cao Xueqin's family, and Jiangning Weaving Cao's family, which is the home copied by this Fan Shiyi.

Now, this Fan Shiyi is just a mouse tail.

Six sons, five grandchildren, nephews and nephews in the clan.

As for the favored wives and concubines and close slaves, at this time, Ye Shu was also not soft at all, under the butcher's knife, all beings are equal!

"Stop!

Run! Run!

You sluts!

Don't hurry up and protect Shi Chong and Shi Yi to escape for their lives!

Hurry!"

In Fan Wencheng's desperate and collapsed words, Ye Shu didn't use a sword, but just a drop of blood like a lottery, killing on a large scale.

When his delicate wife and concubine were drawn, Fan Wencheng didn't care.

When he was drawn into the slave and miscellaneous servants, he didn't even blink his eyelids.

It's just that when Ye Shu drew his nephews who were close to him among his clan, Fan Wencheng's face trembled with muscles and his expression was miserable.

When his six sons and five grandsons won the Mark Six lottery and were drawn by Ye Shu, even the children of several years old were directly cut down by Ye Shu without mercy, Fan Wencheng's whole body convulsed, and he only knew that he was crying miserably in the sky, and his mind was almost crazy.

"Ao Shaobao!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Lord Sun!

Help!

After being crazy for a while, seeing that half of Ye Shu's people had been killed, Fan Wencheng seemed to react, and hurriedly shouted for help to the people around him.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere of the crowd froze, and seeing Ye Shu's smiling eyes float over, the seven banner masters who were shouted by him, as well as the ministers of the same hall whose status was only one line worse than him on weekdays, all scolded in their hearts and shrank into the crowd.

The others were also flustered, and they didn't dare to stand in front of Ye Shu's sight, although there were many people, they didn't see a single one with courage.

In my heart, a wave of boredom suddenly rose, and the thoughts of cats and mice instantly faded.

Looking at the family members, there is only a child of more than ten years old, with a long "immortal head".

stepped forward and lifted the boy who had been scared for a long time to his hand.

"Longevity!

The 'longevity' that keeps the hair but doesn't keep the head!

Even in reality, the 'immortal head' that still exists, I was tired of it when I saw it, and it poisoned China for more than 200 years, hey!"

pushed this kid into Fan Wencheng's arms, and before Fan Wencheng could hold him, he was already killed by Ye Shu with a sword.

Be his father, kill his son, extinguish his bloodline, and cut off his incense!

Kill the head of the shackle, cut the grass and eradicate the roots!

Watching Ye Shu kill his last grandson, and gradually walked in front of him under a bloody shroud, Fan Wencheng's body, which should have been numb, suddenly trembled again.

And when Ye Shu raised the dragon spring and saw that he was about to die, Fan Wencheng suddenly didn't know where the strength came from, and shouted: "I'm just a scholar, the general trend of the world, and where is my influence, there are many people who have descended to the Qing, why did you kill me alone?!"

The children and grandchildren were all lost, and Fan Wencheng was forced to a desperate place, but he saw himself clearly.

Children and grandchildren died, of course, grief.

But when I really got to this point, I found that compared with my own life, the family and children and grandchildren who have been thinking about my whole life are just something that can be abandoned.

Thinking of this, seeing that Ye Shu's sword killing was suspended, Fan Wencheng's desire to survive was even stronger:

"I was born in Liaodong, and I was a citizen of Liaodong, and I was ...... at that time Huang Taiji occupies Liaodong, and I am his people, so isn't it natural to serve him?

Besides, the Ming Dynasty is accumulating a lot of momentum, who in the world doesn't know?

Do you have to bury me with a good body, and I will be buried together, so that is called 'not a traitor'?!

Since I assisted the imperial court, I have always made achievements in stabilizing Kyushu, reconciling the contradictions between the two ethnic groups, and saving the lives of many people......

And also!

And also!

And, really!

Please, don't kill ...... Ahh

If at the beginning, when talking about his life's achievements, Fan Wencheng recalled the past, and he was still a little arrogant, becoming more and more arrogant, and even wanted to use the radical method to save his life, then when he saw Ye Shu continue to raise the butcher's knife and slowly cut it down towards himself......

The courage and reason that had just been accumulated disappeared in an instant!

Until the moment before he died, he didn't understand why a "chivalrous man" like Ye Shu would not listen to his explanation.

Ye Shu slashed down with a sword, looked at Fan Wencheng's dead eyes, and sneered:

"The Qing court directly killed you, and I didn't see you reasoning.

Could it be that I will talk to you, a traitor, about what is right and wrong with a single page of the book?!"

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