Wu Yu did not explain to his brother. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info just quickly got up and patted his buttocks, first saluted King Jing in the tent, then lifted the food box, and said cautiously: "Lord Wang, the cooking camp said that you didn't eat tonight, let me send some snacks." ”

This kid was stupid by the wind freezing, how could there be a reason to send food to King Jing and let him serve it by himself?

Wu Dali was silent, quietly kicked his brother in the back, and raised his chin against the table in the corner, telling him to put it there.

Wu Yu was kicked, shrunk his ass very aggrievedly, like a frightened rabbit, and hurriedly bowed to King Jing to plead guilty, wanting to carry the food box and put it on the table in the corner.

"It's okay, come up."

King Jing put down the pen in his hand, Wu Dali's eyes were strong, and he hurriedly went up to clean up, and let Wu Yu open King Jing's face and open the food box.

The usual few simple side dishes, most of which are local dishes, do not have delicacies and jade brews, and are the same as the food of every soldier in the camp tent.

King Jing's face was flat, he raised his chopsticks, and looked up at the two people who were standing in front of him.

"Still watching me eat?" King Jing's eyes flashed a trace of helplessness, Wu Dali suddenly realized, stabbed his younger brother in the arm, and the two of them hurriedly went out of the tent.

"Wait."

King Jing's voice suddenly turned cold, Wu Yu was startled, turned around, and found that King Jing had put down his chopsticks, stood up, and looked at himself with a stern gaze.

Wu Yu trembled and turned his head and wanted to run, but as soon as he ran a step, he was pressed to the ground by his brother.

"Let go of me!" As soon as Wu Yu shouted, he was vigorously pressed by Wu Dali's arm, and his knee was kicked hard and he knelt down.

"Lord Wang?" After Wu Dali did all this, he looked up at King Jing above, his eyes were puzzled, he didn't know where his younger brother had made a mistake, but his hand still held Wu Yu tightly, not letting him move indiscriminately.

He has always been sincere to King Jing and subconsciously carried out the order, but he also cared about his only blood relative, so he could only hold on to Wu Yu and let his younger brother not make any strange moves at this juncture to cause King Jing's misunderstanding.

Wu Dali has always believed in King Jing very much.

Before King Jing could speak, Wu Yu, whose limbs were controlled by his brother, began to tremble with fear.

He trembled more and more, his teeth chattered, and finally he wailed, and his whole body went limp, and he fell to the ground in pain.

Wu Dali was startled and hurried to help, but was retreated by King Jing with a loud shout.

His hand paused, and in the next second, he did not hesitate to help Wu Yu, who fell to the ground and kept trembling, up half of his body.

"Xiaoyu!" Wu Dali hugged his younger brother and yelled, only to find that Wu Yu's face was pale, his whole stomach was shrinking and trembling, his teeth were clenched, the whites of his eyes were turned up, and his throat was gurgling.

Wu Dali's heart sank, and he immediately thought of Daegu, who died not long ago, and was in such a strange state at the beginning.

Wu Yu trembled desperately, and began to vomit black and red blood foam non-stop, Wu Dali's heart fell into the abyss, and he tore off a piece of cloth and stuffed it into Wu Yu's mouth to prevent him from biting himself.

Looking at his younger brother's painful and trembling appearance, Wu Dali was so distressed that he was going to die, hugged the unconscious Wu Yu and shouted a few times, pinched his people, turned his head and begged King Jing and shouted: "Lord Wang! ”

He couldn't say anything like helping me, but subconsciously asked for help from the people he was loyal to, except for King Jing and Wu Yu, Wu Dali couldn't put anything in his mind at this time.

King Jing didn't move, quietly watching Wu Dali's helplessness.

"Lord Wang!" Wu Dali looked at King Jing and did not move, and once again hugged Wu Yu, who was vomiting blood foam and spasmodics, and shouted, almost wailing.

Wu Yu's black hands and feet began to struggle, his mouth opened wide, and the strip of cloth that Wu Dali tore off couldn't stop the wailing in his throat, like a beast on the verge of death, whimpering and struggling.

King Jing finally moved, and walked over slowly, but his face was solemn and murderous.

Wu Dali was overjoyed, and immediately looked down at his younger brother, Wu Yu's hands and feet were already cramping to stiffness, he sighed and warmed his younger brother's hands, and muttered:

"Xiaoyu, don't be afraid, my brother is here, here, you are not allowed to sleep, I am here......"

Because of fear, Wu Dali's words became stumbling, and the five big and three rough men almost cried on the spot when they saw their brothers being tortured.

As if sensing his brother's eagerness, Wu Yu, who was spasmed all over, suddenly let out a wail, and his hand trembled and raised, about to touch his brother's face.

"Get out of the way." King Jing's cold voice sounded behind him, Wu Dali subconsciously raised his head, and a sword light flashed in front of him.

Wu Yu struggled desperately much less, but the teeth were still gurgling, and his heart was pierced by a long sword, silently, with a terrifying killing intent.

Wu Dali's hand was holding Wu Yu, who was gradually losing his breath, his face was stained with the blood vomited by his younger brother, and he looked up at King Jing blankly.

Wu Yu's mouth was still vomiting blood, and King Jing held the sword, frowned, and stabbed it hard again.

The hairy sound of teeth colliding finally stopped.

Wu Dali watched King Jing's gaze retract in a daze, looked down at the still warm corpse in his arms, opened his mouth, and was speechless.

He felt as if he had become a lifeless corpse like Wu Yu, who did not exist in this world at all.

"Fake."

King Jing's voice broke the stagnant darkness, Wu Dali slowly raised his head, his face was still dull, there was no grief, no joy, it seemed that he couldn't understand every word of King Jing's words.

When King Jing Liancheng saw his appearance, he sighed, and reached out to touch Wu Yu's face.

As if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, Wu Dali hugged Wu Yu's corpse and dodged.

"This is fake, Wu Yu is not dead." King Jing said softly, and reached out again to probe Wu Yu's face.

This time Wu Dali did not stop it, King Jing's hand seemed to be soft but it was actually powerful, he groped for a while, and with a little force, he tore off a thin layer of something from Wu Yu's face.

With the place where the white thing was torn, the dark purple skin was revealed, like a snake that had shed its skin, and after King Jing completely tore off the layer of things, a facial feature that was very different from Wu Yu was revealed underneath.

Wu Dali looked at it in a daze, the corners of his mouth seemed to be laughing, as if he was about to cry, and suddenly as if he was burned by fire, he jumped up quickly, leaving the corpse in his arms, and his suspicious gaze swept back and forth between the face on King Jing's hand and the dead "Wu Yu".

"How can you ...... it" Wu Dali's words were trembling, he lowered his head and slapped himself hard, and then raised his head, still with a look of disbelief on his face, and stammered, "What...... Is it another person? ”

Before King Jing could answer, there was a sound of the curtain at the gate, and a person came in from outside the tent.

The man was obviously in a good mood, humming a song leisurely, and when he came in with a food box, he looked up, and saw Wu Dali with blood on his face and King Jing with a bloodstained sword, the faces of the two of them were extremely ugly, and they both looked at him with murderous intent. (To be continued.) )