The people of the Murong family seem to be born like this: they care about it on the surface, but they actually care about the bond of family affection very much in their hearts. Murong Mian and Murong Song "competed for favor" in front of the Queen Mother; Murong Song hoped that the three brothers could talk well together before he died; and Master Mingtu, who seemed to be chic, but stepped into the Ganxiao Temple in order to pray for the safety of his relatives, and never was able to free himself throughout his life.

And Murong Jing.

Because he was frail and sickly since he was a child, he couldn't get Murong Mian's attention, and he deformed his emotions to the queen's mother. Now that he knows that Murong Song is his biological father, and before he has time to enjoy the so-called father's love, this biological father set up a situation for an "outsider" and intends to make him a mortal enemy.

The sound of the fight got closer and closer, and Xue Ying's body began to tremble slightly. "You hate me, you can come at me, why do you want to involve the break?"

Murong Jing didn't speak, and replied on his behalf: "Because he wants to find out whether the ultimate purpose of what my grandfather has done is for you or me." If it was for me, it would be forgivable, but if it was for you, he would be completely unwilling. ”

So, the reason why Murong Song appeared here was to save Xuanxuan, or was it her?

Xue Ying looked at Murong Jing: "His ultimate goal is neither to break off nor me. ”

Murong Jing squinted slightly: "What do you mean?"

"If you win, I can't live, but I can't die. So, he can only help me. ”

"Yingniang, I can't say it. "Break off a sudden warning.

Although Xue Ying's words were not finished, Murong Jing still quickly came to the inference: "You mean, he helped you, in fact, to use you?"

Xue Ying nodded.

Murong Jing sneered: "If you want to fool me, you have to find a reasonable reason." Even a three-year-old child can't be fooled by this kind of talk. ”

Xue Ying was speechless for a moment. Break whispered in her ear, "He had contact with Anthova, and Anthony had planted a brand in his subconscious, and telling the truth would only irritate him and make him even more irrational. ”

No wonder. Xue Ying suddenly realized: the fault was this, so Murong Song had no choice but to help Xi Xi and Duan Jie completely defeat Murong Jing and save her life.

Murong Jing frowned and wanted to ask again, but a figure covered in blood had already appeared at the door of the secret room. Almost at the same time, the second door behind the man slammed shut, locking the four of them in the confined space.

"Dad!" Xue Ying ignored her weakness and hurriedly went over to help Murong Song. Murong Song's body had already begun to decay, and after this battle, he became even weaker, although he was still trying his best to keep his back straight, but the dead air all over his body had begun to permeate.

"The enemy is now, crying for what. Murong drank in a deep voice.

Xue Ying's mouth flattened, and the tears that were already full suddenly fell: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault." ”

If she hadn't been clever enough to use herself as bait to lure Murong Jing into the bait, they wouldn't have fallen into Murong Jing's trap and ended up in the current situation.

Murong Song laboriously raised his hand to wipe her face, but left a few blood marks. Looking up at Murong Jing: "If you have enough trouble, go back to be your emperor obediently." ”

Murong Jing has always held a rope in his hand since he entered this secret room, as long as he pulls this rope, the explosives in the secret room will explode, and when the barrel will burst, the oil will be poured on the quicklime, and no one will want to escape.

"Sitting on the throne as your puppet?" Murong Jing sneered.

"It won't be long. At most, half a year, you will pass the throne to your only son due to serious illness, and then you will not have to sit on the throne as a puppet. ”

"......" Xue Ying looked confused: Can you still say that?

Murong Jing seemed to be so angry by these contemptuous words that she actually began to raise her head and laugh, and finally stopped laughing, the original calm on her face had been replaced by hideous: "Dream, I'd rather die than let you succeed." ”

Murong Song slowly raised his hand: "You idiot, do you think you can deal with me with a rope?"

Murong Jing gritted her teeth: "I know that you are strong in martial arts and have profound internal strength, but this secret room is full of explosives, lime and oil, no matter how good you are, it is impossible to save both of them at the same time." ”

Xue Ying remembered the narrow passage: if Murong Song took the two of them at the same time, he wouldn't be able to run through it at all.

Murong Song didn't speak, and continued to gather internal strength. But he was already at the end of his crossbow, and while concentrating his internal strength, dark red blood began to overflow from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

"Don't ......," Xue Ying panicked. The severance behind her suddenly threw her down, covering her mouth and nose hard.

A whirlwind suddenly rose in the secret room, rolling white lime and striking Murong Jing. Murong Jing screamed and waved his hands, but the leash on his hand was not pulled, because the lime whirlwind swirled around his wrist like a sharp blade, cutting it off violently.

"Ah!!" Murong Jing cried out in a mournful voice.

Xue Ying opened her eyes, but in an instant, the lime whirlwind had subsided. There was a bloody palm lying on the ground, and Murong Jing clutched his gushing cuffs and shouted in despair.

She didn't even have the kung fu to be stunned, because in the next second, Murong Song had already knelt down with all her strength.

"Daddy......" she hurriedly crawled over.

The whirlwind was driven by internal force to cut off Murong Jing's palm, and then the whirlwind was suppressed with internal force, all of which happened in just a moment. It was an incredible miracle, but in order to make this miracle happen, Murong Song exhausted his last life.

"Don't cry, your eyes will hurt. Murong said in a hoarse voice. Although he had suppressed the whirlwind, the air was inevitably filled with dust, and the dust with quicklime fell into his eyes, and it hurt hotly.

But where can Xue Ying manage so much, crying while pulling Murong Song: "I'll take you out to heal." ”

"It's late. Murong Song stopped her, "I'm dying, it's time to tell you the secret of Dagu's life and death." ”

Xue Ying tried her best to hold back the desire to cry and looked at him. After going through so many things, she almost forgot why she became Murong Song's daughter: for that secret, that secret that only the king of a country knew.

Murong Song's breathing was weak, and he leaned weakly on Xue Ying's shoulder: "The land of northern Xinjiang must not fall into the hands of Beiyuan. If you want to keep the world safe, you will be slaughtered in northern Xinjiang...... Don't stop. ”

Blood spilled frantically from her mouth and nose with fragments of internal organs, drenching Xue Ying's shoulders and back. She hugged Murong Song with trembling hands: "Dad?"

"I'm sorry......" Murong Song wanted to touch her head, but the hand he raised was sluggish in mid-air, muttering, "I'm sorry......"