Han Yueqiu held back the injustice in her heart and looked at the room, the brick and tile house was already dilapidated by the fire of these two kinds of magic, and in some places there was even glaze, and in the face of such a high temperature, Shi Yuting, who did not know how to count in the house, could not escape this catastrophe, Han Yueqiu endured the incomparable pain in his body and the feeling of fire and fire and crawled towards the house, of course, the speed is slow, every inch is as far away as thousands of mountains and rivers, the pain caused the difficulty of the sword mountain and the sea of fire, when he climbed to the gap just now because of the fight, he was stunned, Although he already knew, he still couldn't believe that Shi Yuting had turned into ashes.

"Ahh Although Han Yueqiu's visceral skin seemed to be roasted by fire, but in an instant, his heart was like falling into a deep pool of ice under the abyss, extremely cold from top to bottom, with this shout from the sky, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then he had no strength, he could only fall to the ground and gasp for breath, and he was about to pass out.

It continued to rain lightly, silently, and the whole courtyard was strangely rising in the rain with bursts of white smoke, a red-hot room, a man who fell to the ground, a man standing there motionless, but his body had festered and not human-shaped,

The one standing was Cheng Fangdong, he didn't want to move, he didn't want to kill Han Yueqiu quickly and then heal, but every time he moved slightly, the pain was unbearable, he felt that his bones were going to be baked, even if he could move, where could he go to heal his injuries, whether he was looking for Wang Yulu or the head of Long, these two people were implicated in Lu Yunzhi, whether they directly caused Shi Yuting's death or not, but it was always unfavorable, Lu Yunzhi was originally playing with himself in the palm of his hand, and he was extremely disgusted with himself in his heart, Later, he was spared his life by the guarantee of his uncle Wang Zhen, and now this matter is messed up, I am afraid that my life will not be saved, and my uncle Wang Zhen will suffer.

The rain is still falling, the temperature is gradually decreasing, it is getting cooler and colder, the rain hits Cheng Fangdong's body, although there is a rustling pain, but it alleviates the burning feeling, this rain is too timely, God help me, while I still have the strength to kill Han Yueqiu, this can be regarded as making up for the work, maybe there is still a way to live, otherwise killing Shi Yuting by mistake did not kill Han Yueqiu, then don't say that his uncle even if Da Luo Jinxian can't save himself,

Thinking of this, Cheng Fangdong tried to move, he still had some strength, he couldn't use the spiritual fire anymore, but fortunately, there were Han Yueqiu's yin and yang double daggers scattered on the ground, Cheng Fangdong picked up a dagger casually, endured the pain and approached Han Yueqiu lying on the ground step by step, his face had no surface skin after being burned, only revealing a terrifying red and black flesh color,

Han Yueqiu looked at Cheng Fangdong's appearance, and couldn't help but shudder, it looked like he was going to die on the spot today, he twisted his body hard, hoping to stand up, but how could the backlash of the Heaven and Earth Technique recover so quickly, Han Yueqiu couldn't move with all his strength, and he could only increase the pain,

The grief and anger just now have receded, and what remains is endless terror, and he can't move but let others slaughter him, which has never been before, he has not experienced a life-and-death battle in the past, but either someone can help him fight his way out of the encirclement, and he has never been as helpless as today, the fear intensified with Cheng Fangdong's approach, and the trembling intensified with Cheng Fangdong's smile,

Han Yueqiu's psychology is gradually collapsing, he is not Qu Xiangtian who is proud of the crowd, nor is he Lu Yunzhi who is proficient, nor is he Fang Qingze who laughs at life, he has always thought that he is very good and heroic, but at this moment he is timid, on the way to the approach of Cheng Fangdong, a perverted executioner, in the face of death, Han Yueqiu can no longer hold on, he coaxed,

Cheng Fangdong raised the dagger, looked at Han Yueqiu with a cruel smile, the face that was no longer human-like was constantly shedding burnt skin, and at the moment when the dagger was raised, Han Yueqiu shouted: "Senior brother, spare me, please, spare me." ”

The snake-like Han Yueqiu, the cold second senior brother, the big housekeeper of the Zhongzheng lineage, was scared at the moment, he kept begging for mercy like a child, Cheng Fangdong was stunned with a dagger, and then laughed, until this laugh touched the wound, he closed his mouth, his laughter was full of ridicule and disdain, it turned out that Han Yueqiu was such a good,

Suddenly, lightning flashed in the sky, and a thunderbolt went straight down the dagger in Cheng Fangdong's hand, Cheng Fangdong fell to the ground without saying a word, and he couldn't breathe anymore, he died, he was killed by thunder

Han Yueqiu's eyes widened, this was too unexpected, at the moment when his life was hanging by a thread, Cheng Fangdong actually let Lei be killed, this result changed too quickly, so that Han Yueqiu was stunned for a long time before he reacted, he suddenly cried loudly, accompanied by a light rain, this middle-aged man's cry was particularly heartbreaking, and he didn't know if he was crying for the rest of his life, or crying for the joy of killing Cheng Fangdong, or for Shi Yuting, who was turned into ashes, All this may only be known to Han Yueqiu herself,

The next morning, a hobbled man with a simple bag and a box set out on the journey south, he often coughed and vomited blood, and the people around him avoided him, thinking that he was a tuberculosis ghost.

This person is Han Yueqiu, the box in his arms contains Shi Yuting's ashes, although it may also be just the ashes of bricks and tiles, his body was not lightly injured by the reaction effect, and the body that had been standing tall was hugged down at this time, through the shabby felt hat on his head, there were only pieces of silver hair, and it was all white in this night, Cheng Fangdong died, Han Yueqiu was actually dead, or life is better than death, because his heart is dead,

Three days later, the capital Desheng Gate was opened, Zhu Jianwen was canonized by Emperor Zhu Qizhen as the general of the five armies in front of the defenders of the capital, and Zhu Qi was enthroned as the king of Zhu Qi, plus Jiuxi hereditary recumbent for the honor and extraordinary, and ordered Zhu Jianwen to lead the soldiers and horses of the Beijing division to Mobei to command the battle with the Wara people, in short, stick to the city and wait for the battle,

On the eve of this, Lu Yunzhi was ill and talked with Shi Heng all night, Shi Heng immediately gave a general order to the defenders of Northern Xinjiang, everything obeyed the arrangement of the new commander Zhu Jianwen, and even Shi Biao must obey Zhu Jianwen's orders.

On that day, Lu Yunzhi's strong face smiled, sent off the army and delivered a speech to wish the generals a victory and victory, and the soldiers who obeyed the orders were impressed by Lu Yunzhi's bearing, only to see that he was not wearing a Confucian costume but a bright silver armor, exuding the masculinity of a golden iron horse all over his body, and there was a bookish atmosphere on his body, and everyone praised: What a Confucian general,