Fan Xiaoqi's back was full of blood holes, the clothes on his body were stained red with blood, and blood dripped into the ground along the hands of the young master, staining the land red. "Words, feelings, first, http://www.Klxsw.com

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Bang bang! With a few sounds, several corpses fell from the trees, Ouyang San also fell to the ground, and he was stabbed several times, when he saw Fan Xiaoqi's corpse, his red eyes were filled with tears, and he stood up with difficulty and staggered to the young master's side.

"Lord Wang... Little Seven... It's dead. Ouyang San hugged the stunned young master.

As if he couldn't hear his words, the young master only hugged Fan Xiaoqi's corpse in a daze, and for a long, long time, he let out a terrible cry!

Yun Juan heard him crying, and his heart was finally relieved, Fan Xiaoqi hurt the young master so much, and now he died because of saving the young master, you can imagine how big the blow in the heart of the young master is.

If he couldn't cry all the time, he would be driven crazy by self-blame.

Ouyang San heard that he finally cried, and he couldn't help crying: "Lord Wang, this is Xiao Qi's duty, and he died a well-deserved death." ”

"Why! Why? The young master Cheng trembled in Ouyang San's arms, crying: "Do they have to destroy my Nansu Kingdom before they are willing?" ”

Yun Juan remembered what the leader of the dead soldiers had said, the regent in his mouth must be Murong He of Western Qin.

Young Master Cheng heard it, he was not stupid, from the moment he was tricked into the Mountain of Emperor Zhang by Murong He, Murong He's goal was very clear, to kill Young Master Cheng and seize the south and trace the country!

Yun Juan held the hand of the young master, choked up, and said: "The world is like this for the sake of interests, you can't change it, you can only accept it." ”

"Xiao Qi once persuaded me, saying that Murong He was a wolf and asked me not to believe him, but I didn't listen, not only was I deceived to the mountain of Emperor Zhang, but I also killed Xiao Qi! It's me who is sorry for him! ”

The young master burst into tears, Ouyang San raised his sleeves to wipe him, but he couldn't stop his tears.

On the edge of Zhanghuang Mountain, close to this side of the Southern Suguo Kingdom, this afternoon, except for the rustle of the wind blowing through the leaves, there was only the broken cry of a young man.

The young master cried for a long time, and when he stopped his tears and opened his mouth to speak, his voice was already hoarse.

He said: "Help me burn Xiao Qi, I will take him back to Nansu Kingdom." ”

The young master took out a Vientiane Linglong box and poured out all the precious spirit grass and crystal fruits inside, and he wanted to use this box to hold Fan Xiaoqi's ashes.

Yun Wan picked up a burning trick and burned Fan Xiaoqi's body to ashes.

The young master knelt on the ground, carefully held Fan Xiaoqi's ashes into the Vientiane Exquisite Box, and every time he held it, a tear fell from his eyes, but he didn't cry again, only shed tears, and filled all Fan Xiaoqi's ashes.

The young master took off the new robe he loved very much, and wrapped the Vientiane exquisite box layer after layer.

"The masters have said that people's hearts are sinister, and they have also taught me to stop killing by killing."

The young man looked into the distance and suddenly smiled: "I used to think that as long as I was good to others, even if the other party approached me because of interests at first, he would be moved by my kindness to him. ”

"I used to regard him as a brother, except for the royal brother, I only called him a brother alone..."

The young master didn't say any more, but Ouyang San knew how much the young master used to admire Murong He.

The young master came to Yun Juan's side and said with a smile: "Xiao Juan, I'm going home, this farewell, I may not see you for a long time, you have to take good care of yourself, if so, the Northern Tang Kingdom can't tolerate you, you come to me, I will protect you." ”

Yun Wan frowned, looking at this young man, the greenness on his face had faded, and he gave birth to a sense of perseverance...

"Young Master inherits ......" she was stunned, feeling that something was different, this young man seemed to have grown up in an instant.

Ouyang San also saw the changes in his own prince, and he didn't know whether he was sad or happy.

This child, who was held in the palm of his hand by the people of the whole country and grew up, has been carefree and has lived stupidly for seventeen years, and he should have been so naïve all the time