"Soldiers don't get tired of cheating. www.biquge.info Xu Moqing said while dodging: "The soldiers of the three armies of the Wei State did die from external troubles, but if there were no internal worries, how could the Wei State die so quickly?"

Dai Rong stopped talking, gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow on his arm, and then stepped forward with a big knife.

The Lion Forest is very high, and the people led by Dai Rong are also well-trained veterans, and it is unrealistic to sneak in quietly without their sight, so Xu Moqing only ambushed some archers in the forest not far away.

Those archers saw that Xu Moqing was gradually declining, so they bent their bows and arrows to help Xu Moqing.

The rain of arrows was so rapid and dense that the masked men were defenseless, and they were damaged a lot at once.

Seeing this, Dai Rong was red-eyed.

He wanted to kill Xu Moqing to avenge the general, but those were all brothers who followed him from birth to death in the past, he could die, but he couldn't decide their life and death privately!

At that time, they did not die in the national disaster, could it be that now they will become the souls of this treacherous villain?

When Xu Moqing saw Dai Rong's face, he knew what he was thinking, so he threw out words to show his goodwill: "You only have so many people left now, and continuing to struggle is tantamount to death!"

"I respect you as a good man, if you surrender to the city and are loyal to the Liang Kingdom, today's matter will not be pursued ......"

"Your uncle!" Dai Rong slashed down without waiting for him to finish, "I won't surrender even if I die!"

Those masked people were all Dai Rong's former subordinates, soldiers who swore allegiance to the Wei State, and when they heard that Xu Moqing asked them to tie their hands and change to serve the Liang State, they were also angry, and shouted in unison: "Punish Liang Kou, don't surrender!"

Xu Moqing didn't expect that they were all such bloody people, and sighed secretly in his heart, so he no longer persuaded him, but signaled his subordinates to speed up.

Zhou Yurong is a delicate flower raised in a greenhouse, the first time he saw such a bloody scene, he was already so frightened that the three souls lost their seven spirits, and looked at Xu Moqing who occasionally fought back in the shadow of the sword and sword.

Every time Dai Rong swung the knife, Zhou Yurong's face turned pale, and even the hand holding Shen Yu kept trembling.

Shen Yu held Zhou Yurong's hand and comforted him in a low voice: "Ah Rong, don't be afraid, don't be afraid......

His eyes were invisible, but his hearing was sharper than that of others, and he could imagine the brutality of the fight just by listening to the painful moans and the clashing of swords.

A masked man may have understood that the general trend had gone, and instead of praying for mercy from God, it would be better for Dora to go into the water alone, so he rushed to Zhou Yurong's side as fast as he could, wanting to hack her to death and bury her.

Zhou Yurong was stunned, motionless as he watched the masked man getting closer and closer to him.

At that time, Xu Moqing was entangled by Dai Rong, who had many arrows in his body, and he couldn't clone himself, so he could only watch the masked man's knife get closer and closer to Zhou Yurong.

Shen Yu felt bad when he heard the noise around him, and after carefully identifying the position of the masked man, he pushed Zhou Yurong to the side. The masked man used the strength of milk, just to kill with one blow, Zhou Yurong did not die, and the knife slashed at Shen Li according to inertia.

When Zhou Yurong got up from the ground and turned his head, he could only see Shen Yu lying in a pool of blood and spasms in pain.

Her eyes were wet with tears, and a strong hatred rose up, and she picked up the arrow that had fallen on the side and walked to the masked man's side in three or two steps, and sent the arrow in her hand into the masked man's chest with lightning speed.

This series of actions was completed in one go, without a pause, and when the warm blood splashed on Zhou Yurong's face, she lowered her head in a daze to look at her blood-stained hands.

His face was full of disbelief and panic.

"Ah Rong ......"

Zhou Yurong, who was already about to enter the devil, was slightly sober when she heard Shen Li's faint voice, she ran to Shen Li's side with a roll, and saw the bleeding wound that pierced Shen Li's face and chest, and tears fell like rain for a while.

She didn't know how to deal with such a wound, but she knew that if the blood was gone, the person would be finished.

She held back her tears as she scrambled to cover the wound with her hands to prevent the blood from coming out.

But it didn't work, the wound was too deep, and no matter how she covered it, the bright red blood still snaked out of her fingers.

She finally broke down and cried.

"Shen Yu, don't die! You can't die!" Zhou Yurong wept, "You said you would always be with my ......"

The more Zhou Yurong cried, the more he cried, and he couldn't even say a word later.

Shen Yu trembled and stretched out his hand, wanting to wipe Zhou Yurong's tears, but he fell down due to lack of strength.

He moved his lips and said with difficulty in pain: "I'm afraid I'm going to break my word......"

Zhou Yurong held his hand, put his face into his hand, and cried: "No, you won't die! You won't die! I beg you not to say such things, okay?!"

"Ah Rong, don't cry...... I...... I will...... I'm going to feel sorry......," Shen said intermittently.

He felt the pain in his body getting weaker and weaker, and the cry in his ears grew farther and farther away......

He knew that his time had come.

Her eyes, who had long been blind, seemed to see the bright woman like a peony on the mountain that day through the years, she smiled and picked up a flower, and walked towards herself.

She handed him the peony in her hand and smiled at him:

"Peony is the matchmaker, and the son can't bear me. ”

Shen Yu moved his fingers slightly, rubbed his fingertips over Zhou Yurong's tearful face, and muttered, "Ah Rong, I never regret it......"

Zhou Yurong looked at Shen Ming's straight hand in a daze, forgot to wipe it with tears on his face, and sat on the ground with Shen Wei in his arms.

Xu Moqing picked up the sword on the dead man, killed Dai Rong, and then hurriedly ran to Zhou Yurong.

When he got closer, he saw Shen Yu with his eyes closed, and he probed his snort with a heavy heart—he was out of breath.

He looked at Zhou Yurong hesitantly, and was shocked when he saw her sitting with a sluggish expression.

"Yu Rong?" Xu Moqing called tentatively.

Zhou Yurong stared at Shen Yu's wound, didn't even move his eyelids, just subconsciously wiped the blood from the wound with his sleeve again and again.

Xu Moqing grabbed Zhou Yurong's hand, which attracted her attention.

Xu Moqing forced her to look at herself, and said to her word by word: "Shen Yu is dead." ”

Zhou Yurong just looked at him like that, without saying a word. She shook off Xu Moqing's hand vigorously and continued to wipe the blood on Shen Li's body.

"Yu Rong, he's dead. Xu Moqing said again: "Shall we go back?

I don't know which sentence is wrong, Zhou Yurong turned her face in an instant, she glared at Xu Moqing angrily, and said word by word: "He didn't die, Shen Yu won't die!"