They were pulled out of the courtyard, and An Guijia tried to squint and open his eyes, and the wind howled in front of him, like a lion's roar, and people felt a biting cold. It was daytime, but the sky was filled with the thickest and most oppressive dark clouds, like a desperate hell, depressing, and sad.

An Guijia saw that there was an arrow wound on the chest of the cloth in front of him, and the clothes were full of bloodstains, probably left by the arrow he had suffered. He turned around and saw An Murong and looked around, An Murong was unscathed, and there was no trace of injury. Zhuo Mu had a huge pustule on his forehead, and the dried blood had covered half of his face, and the blood even covered his left eye, and then scabbed over his cheek. Visen was dragged by two guards, his feet moving on the ground, leaving a red mark on the ground he had dragged on, and it was clear that both of his legs were wounded by arrows. Gu Qi behind Wei Sen was also injured to varying degrees, but at the back, An Guijia couldn't see it clearly.

Only then did he glance back at the jailer in front of him, the jailer who was so thin as a scarecrow, with a mouse face and a beard cut unevenly lengthened, that jailer he had seen in the prison for half a year. An Guijia endured the pain and slowed down, intending to catch up with the jailer, but two soldiers driving him pulled him fiercely, one of whom said fiercely, "Be honest with me, don't play any tricks." ”

The jailer turned around, he stopped, and looked at An Guijia with a look of dismay, "Gods, this is the second time you have been imprisoned in our cell, you can die on the battlefield, you can die on the road, you can be eaten by evil wolves, but you really shouldn't enter this cell for the second time." He nodded sarcastically, indicating that he was quite right.

The two soldiers stopped, and An Guijia stood in place, looking at the jailer with gentle eyes, "Please. He pleaded, "Tell me where my daughter is." ”

"Are you begging me?" the jailer looked at Anguiga incredulously, "You are the king on high. Look, he's begging me. He laughed and laughed, laughing more and more presumptuously, and then he kicked Anguiga out of the hands of the two soldiers, and Anguiga flew far through the air until he finally crawled on the ground.

"Stop. An Murong struggled to rush over, but was grabbed by two soldiers, and he couldn't break away.

"Who are you going to stop?" asked the jailer, gasping for breath and grumbling, "and now that you are our prisoner, I can do to you as I please." As he spoke, he turned back to Anguiga and crouched down, "Do you want to know anything about your daughter?" he asked. An Guijia nodded, and the jailer looked at him with a disdainful look and replied, "Your daughter is dead. The corners of his mouth pulled out a sinister malice, "As for how she died, I don't know, maybe she was trampled to death by a random horse, maybe she was killed by random arrows, or maybe she was set on fire by you." As he spoke, he put his hand on Anguiga's crippled leg, "Do you know how many people are going to die in the Niutel family? My brother, my sister, and my father all died in this war. As he spoke, he squeezed his hand the bloodstained wound, An Guijia gritted his teeth, endured the pain and let out a low cry, the sound seemed to be the wind leaking from between his teeth, it seemed that the more painful An Guijia's expression, the more pleasure he felt in his heart.

"Stop, bastard. Lord Mousse scolded loudly, his voice scraping through the silent sky, as if it was a burst of history, "There is a kind of you killed us, think about how the Fengwei City family perished fifteen years ago?

The jailer stood up and ordered someone to help An Guijia up, he first put his hands on An Guijia's shoulders, straightened his collar, and then walked to Lord Musna, frowned in disbelief and said, "You are Lord Musna, the old man who delivered food in the cell, I know you, you have been hiding very deeply for fifteen years, and you are loyal enough to your tribe." After saying that, he kicked and kicked in the stomach of Lord Mousse, including the injured chest, and felt that he was finally relieved, he withdrew his hand and shouted, "Whoever dares to speak out again, will end up the same as him." He commanded.

An Guijia was so angry that he gritted his teeth, there was nothing he could do, An Murong had an expression in his eyes that seemed to tear the jailer apart, Gu Qi couldn't bear it, and the moment he was about to rush up, the jailer said, "Take it away." Then he slowly calmed down and walked up.

The square was full of troops, two huge iron pots were full of charcoals, the troops wearing the armor of the Niu clan stood neatly, and the people with sabers on their backs stood on the deck fiercely, and the firewood was piled up not far away.

Newtel sat in the most central chair, Alpha sat to his right, and they were escorted by the soldiers to kneel in front of Newtel, who examined Anguiga's face, his eyebrows furrowed, and there seemed to be a knot between his eyebrows. An Guijia's face couldn't see where to go, these two friends, who were like brothers fifteen years ago, had already had a deep hatred like the sea, and they couldn't wait to kill each other.

"Why?" Cowtel got up, his whole body trembling in the breeze, "I let you go half a year ago, but why didn't you let me go?"

"I can't let you go. An Guijia's beard was also trembling, "The more than 20,000 undead in Fengwei City will not let you go." ”

"You want to redeem Fengwei City for them?"

"Yes, and your life. ”

"Hahahaha. "But in fact you have lost again, and you are not at all stupid enough to kill me ten by one man, and you have brought in fuel, and you have lost your souls, burning my castle and fascinating my warriors." As he spoke, he looked at everyone kneeling in front of him. He didn't recognize Master Musina as an old man who delivered food to the prison, and of course he didn't remember that he was the one who sent the fake letter under the banner of Da Shan Yu half a year ago. When he saw Buyi Lingyu, his expression was stunned for a moment, "Are you ......?" Buyi Lingyu didn't say anything, he continued to guess, "You are Holchi's subordinate, the prince's master?"

"The prince is gone, and he died in the war fifteen years ago. Buyi Lingyu explained.

"Nope. "The prince is still alive." ”

"The prince is dead. Buyi Lingyu said angrily.

"The prince is not dead. "I've captured nearly a thousand of your men, and I can ask for it." Just now, before a stick of incense, we interrogated more than forty different prisoners, and thirty-six prisoners had the same tongue, and the prince was still alive. As he spoke, he glanced at An Murong, who matched the prince's age, and put a sword against his throat, "Could it be that you are the prince?"

"Keep your eyes open, you have to see it clearly, he is my son An Murong. Anguiga said angrily, "The prince is thousands of miles away, you have to be careful." ”

Niu Tel's lips turned purple with anger, he tried his best to stabilize his anger, and said in a daze, "Then I will kill your son first, and then kill you." As he spoke, he had already stabbed his sword into An Murong's skin.

"Stop. Buyi Lingyu's face was pale, and his face was full of resentment, "This war started because of me, and I rescued the prince back then, if you want to kill you, kill me first." ”

"Shut your foul mouth. "None of you will live until tonight, you will all have to die." After speaking, he took the sword from An Murong's neck, "It's too cheap to kill you with one sword, lift them all to the plank." One of his men mounted a plank with a man, and tied their hands and bodies to a stake. A soldier held a torch in his hand and lit the firewood in front of him, and the fire instantly lit up, crackling, and the fire in front of him was fiery red, and the flames grew bigger and bigger and rushed into the sky. Anguiga felt a burning and pain in front of him, and he looked back at all the people tied to the pillar, and meditated in his heart, "This time we are really going to die, even if God comes, it will be useless." ”

An Murong's body was closest to the fire, the fire scorched his skin had begun to redden, he dodged sideways, his face began to heat violently, but the flames were menacing, getting bigger and bigger, and his whole body seemed to be unable to accept such a scorching.