"Choice? I don't want to die, can I? ”

"Yes, kneel down and kowtow a few times, and I won't kill you."

Yuan Ji smiled self-deprecatingly, ignored Zhang Ji's sarcastic eyes, closed his eyes to himself, and his whole body lit up.

How could someone as proud as him choose to commit suicide? How could you choose to surrender?

Even if there is no hope, he will choose to resist to the end.

"Take my head, you take it yourself."

Yuan Ji's face changed, he was still smiling and laughing at himself, but he suddenly turned cold, staring at Zhang Ji who was licking the knife in front of him, and the momentum of his body was released without reservation, and a green-gold job card rose from behind him.

His eyes instantly turned into green-gold fireworks, and his spiritual power spread to every corner of this courtyard, and this kind of spiritual power storm swept away, causing a violent turmoil in the aura between heaven and earth, even Zhang Ji, who was sitting with a horizontal knife, felt the change in the aura in the courtyard.

A life-saving move.

Zhang Ji also put away his smile and stepped forward with a knife.

"Get out!"

Yuan Ji shouted angrily, and his spiritual power spread like sound waves with his words, Zhang Ji bore the brunt of it, even if he was ready to meet the rush from the spiritual power, he also felt a headache, and there was a pinprick pain in his head.

The rest of the soldiers who approached couldn't move even more with their heads clutched, but the soldiers in the distance were not so impacted.

"Die!"

Zhang Ji understood that if he went on like this, there might be an accident, so he stiffened his head and had a headache, he suddenly jumped forward, and the big knife in his hand slashed vertically at Yuan Ji, worthy of being an old fritter, under the impact of Yuan Ji's full spiritual power, he was still able to make such a ruthless action.

Although Yuan Ji was on guard, he didn't expect Zhang Ji's will to be so tenacious, and he couldn't dodge for a while, so he could only take a step back, but he was still hit.

Originally, Zhang Ji's broadsword was able to break Yuan Ji in half, but Yuan Ji retreated slightly, even if he was not directly broken, but this did not allow him to completely avoid Zhang Ji's slashing.

The cold light of the big knife flashed, and it slashed from the corner of Yuan Ji's right face and eye to his left rib.

Because he took a step back, his throat was not cut, but the knife marks on his face, the blood that flowed out, and the left shoulder to the left rib were also cut down, this knife made Yuan Ji, a proud man, couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Bang!"

A severed arm fell to the ground, and blood spurted out from the broken left arm of Yuan Ji.

Bloody, brutal, horrible.

"Ahh

Yuan Ji's throat let out the hoarse roar of his life, even though he had various sword wounds on his back, but this kind of pain of directly losing a part of his limb was something he had never experienced.

Pain is one thing.

The feeling of missing limbs made Yuan Ji even more afraid, and this feeling of being out of his own grasp was the most fearful thing in his life.

The massive blood loss made Yuan Ji's head a little dizzy, and the burst release of mental power also greatly damaged his consciousness, unable to support himself to stand firmly, he fell next to the dark passage, lost his last bit of strength, and passed out.

The head of the Yuan family, at this time, it seems that he can be as pitiful as he wants.

His handsome face was ruined, he lost his left arm, and now his life hangs by a thread.

Who would have thought that a few days ago he was still the head of the Yuan family, who was high up and strategizing?

Well, I finally solved this trouble, and it should be a great achievement to solve the uncle and nephew of the Yuan family this time, although it was not too difficult.

Zhang Ji had a lot of ideas, but his head still had some sequelae of being hit head-on by the mental storm, he rubbed his head, and continued to approach Yuan Ji with a big knife in one hand, planning to cut off his head with such a knife and take it back to be used as a ball.

"Tsk."

Zhang Ji picked up Yuan Ji's chin with the tip of the knife, looked at it, and remembered the appearance of this guy who was going to die under his knife, he was quite handsome, and it was a pity to die, but who made him the prime minister's enemy?

Swing the knife, drop the knife.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ji's knife was not able to really cut Yuan Ji's head, and he was not able to directly deal with Yuan Ji.

Because the real accident arose.

"How many times does the mayfly sleep in the world?"

"Ask me about the sea of clouds."

Zhang Ji was thrown directly on the courtyard wall by a force, and his knife also fell to the side, this fall was very strong, Zhang Ji gritted his teeth and rubbed the place where he bumped, it really hurt.

Getting up from the ground and looking up at the suddenly arrived figure, Zhang Ji knew that he couldn't complete his task today.

A middle-aged man in purple stood out of thin air, stepped into the air, and landed in the courtyard.

This is actually not incomprehensible, if you have cultivated to the extreme, it is not impossible to achieve this kind of illusion that comes out of nowhere, Zhang Ji was not shocked by this.

He was completely shocked by this purple-clothed middle-aged Taoist who suddenly appeared in the courtyard, and the dust in his hand could easily block his big knife, and let a gap appear in his knife.

This Nima ...... Iron whisk?

But it looks like an ordinary Taoist dust.

That can only show one thing, this man's Taoism and strength far exceed his own, and once he does it, he has no chance of winning.

"Why would the general be so cruel?"

"This person is destined for me, can I take him away?"

In two consecutive sentences, the tone of the Taoist in front of him was very peaceful, like a businessman who was talking to Zhang Ji in a harmonious manner.

If it weren't for Zhang Ji's observation that his hand was holding the dust, he seemed to have an urge to directly "convince people with reason", he would have almost believed in this person's evil.

"He is the person that Prime Minister Dong Cheng wants, this ......"

Zhang Ji didn't dare to say that he wouldn't let him take it away, nor did he say that he should take it away, the old fritter is the old fritter, not only on the battlefield, but also shrewd at all times.

"Dong Zhongying is not here, so I will take him as a default."

The Taoist smiled, put the dust between his elbows, nodded to Zhang Ji, and went to pick up Yuan Ji's broken arm that had fallen aside, put it into his sleeve, and picked up Yuan Ji again.

"See you soon."

This person swept away the dust, and a few wisps of green smoke emitted from the place, enveloping him and Yuan Ji's figures, Zhang Ji just watched this person rob Yuan Ji and disappear in place.

Everything is so magical that it's hard to believe your eyes.

Anyway, Yuan Ji's big broken arm, how did that Taoist put it into his sleeve, and it looked like the sleeve was still empty?

Absolutely!

Although Yuan Ji did not die, but after receiving Zhang Ji's knife, it is estimated that even if he survives, he will have to recuperate for a few years, not to mention that he broke his arm and was disfigured, he is already a wasted person, but he can still have a bad relationship with Cheng, and Yuan Kui also died under his own knife, which is not considered to have failed to complete the task.

Zhang Ji was also a little tired, and beckoned his subordinates to let them move Yuan Kui's body away, while he turned over and went back to report the situation to the prime minister.

Dong Zhuo listened to Zhang Ji's report and frowned.

"Yuan Shiji was robbed?"

"Or a middle-aged Taoist in purple clothes? Could it be those magic sects? How can they bother with all this nosy? ”

Dong Zhuo muttered dissatisfiedly.

Li Ru's face was solemn on the side, and he had a premonition that Yuan Ji would not die, and he would stand in front of him again one day in the future.

"What's wrong?"

Dong Zhuo naturally saw Li Ru's expression and asked him strangely.

"It's nothing, it's just that Yuan Ji is not dead, and I can't sleep well."

Li Ru lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"It's okay, don't worry, even if he doesn't die, he won't be able to jump for long, hasn't Lao Zhang already cut off his arm? Forgive him for not being able to make any waves, Wenyou, you can rest assured. ”

Dong Zhuo patted Li Ru on the shoulder, wanting to help him relax.

He knows that this time Yuan Ji was put on the table by Li Ru, if he has the opportunity to come back for revenge, then maybe the first object of revenge is Li Ru, and Li Ru doesn't like this kind of situation where things are out of his control.

But what about it? He could only comfort Li Ru and reassure him.

And think about it from another angle, since he was rescued by the people of the Magic Sect, there is a high probability that Yuan Ji will not be born again in the future, and it is estimated that he will retire in the Magic Sect, so there is no need to worry about being revenged, besides, he is a master of the Xiliang Army, and he is not a dry eater.

Not to mention anything else, his son-in-law Lu Bu was enough to defeat those god-like guys from the Magic Sect.

"Hmm."

Li Ru just responded, and didn't express much emotion, but he kept his head down, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Yuan's family is in trouble.

On that day, the thieves in Hanoi were powerful, and the thief leader Yuan Shao and his uncle Yuan Kui communicated with each other, and they wanted to rebel, Dong Zhuo suppressed the rebellion in Luoyang in time, and the Taifu Yuan Kui family, regardless of the old and the young, were all punished.

As for Yuan Ji of the Yuan family, no one has mentioned his name again, and no one has mentioned his whereabouts, as if he has never been in this world.

"Take Yuan Kui's head and go to Hanoi to help in the battle."

Dong Zhuo instructed Zhang Ji and Zhang Xiu to let their uncle and nephew go to help Hanoi, he wanted to transfer Lu Bu back, although now the threat of Luoyang City has been removed, but Dong Zhuo still feels that his safety is threatened, so he hopes that Lu Bu can return to his side.

And the battle situation on Lu Bu's side is indeed stalemate.

No one could have imagined that Yuan Shao's military command strength was so strong.

Although Lü Bu was extremely strong, but without releasing a visible army, Yuan Shao used the method of encircling points to send reinforcements, and successfully blocked the advance of Lü Bu's army from the preset defense line.

Dong Zhuo asked Zhang Ji's uncle and nephew to go here in order to use the Yuan family's life to provoke Yuan Shao.

Li Ru had a plan to lure the enemy deeper.

But obviously, there is no news from Bishui Pass, and it is difficult to say whether it is good or bad.

A hundred miles away in Hanoi, Yuan Shao sat firmly in the tent of the Chinese army, smiling and talking with the leaders of the allied towns about the next steps and imagination.

The military strength and talent he showed have been recognized by everyone, and the status of this small alliance leader is confirmed.

Lu Bu's side seemed to be frustrated, and there were signs of retreat, and Yuan Shao felt that the so-called number one person in the world was nothing more than Erer.

Next, as long as he wields Luoyang, he can successfully become the first man to control the Han court, plus the help of his uncle and brother in the city, the Yuan family soars into the sky, and it is just around the corner.

"Report! General, no! ”

Suddenly, a soldier broke into the tent and knelt on the ground in a panic, Yuan Shao's face was displeased, he was pretending to be forced here, why did he suddenly come in and interrupt himself.

However, he is also a general who loves soldiers like a son, and he does not blame much.

"Don't be in a hurry, get up and talk slowly."

Yuan Shao stood up to help the soldier, but the soldier still looked frightened and pointed in the direction of Luoyang.

"General, Taifu's head is hung on the city wall."

"What?"

Yuan Shao's eyes widened, he shook off his hand in disbelief, and strode towards the outside of the big tent, he directly grabbed a horse, and rode to the city where the local garrison was stationed.

Far away, he saw the human head hanging from the wall.

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