On the street, war horses ran back and forth, and the neighing of war horses. The horses' hooves trampled the ground, turning the dirt into dust. Blowing in the wind, suddenly! The whole town was shrouded in dust.

At the corner of the street, several local vendors saw that no one wanted Zhuang Zhou's muntjac, so they had the courage to push the muntjac aside, and wanted to rush home and divide a few people.

The eight guards who protected Song Gongzi followed Zhuang Zhou all the way to the door of the inn and stayed there. They cried and mourned one by one, not only because they were cleaned up by Zhuang Zhou's little kid, and they had no face. Mainly, still! The son was held hostage, and they couldn't give their hands on it.

"Muntjac! Muntjac! Muntjac! ”

Suddenly! One of the guards remembered, what about the muntjac?

This guard was the one who had led the muntjac earlier.

As he spoke, he went out and looked for the muntjac.

"Stop! You stand for me! ”

In the distance, he saw several people chasing the muntjac.

OK! Just in time! Otherwise! The muntjac was driven away by the peddlers who loved to take advantage of him.

When the small traders saw that the person who came was the guard of Master Song's house, they didn't even dare to argue, so they handed over the muntjac.

"It's all because of you! It's all because of you! ”

The guard took the muntjac by the hand, thinking that the root of everything was from this muntjac, and hated it, and slapped the muntjac in the back a few times as he spoke.

The muntjac groaned and collapsed to the ground.

"You're still not leaving? You? Scourge! ”

When the guard saw that the muntjac was paralyzed, he was so angry that he almost cried.

Master Song and his entourage all went to the bottom of the inn and looked towards the second floor of the inn.

On the second floor, there was no figure, and there was no sound.

"Is my son up there?" Master Song asked with a crying voice.

"In! Uncle! I saw it with my own eyes! Hui Shi said flatteringly.

"In! Master! I just saw a little head dangling in front of the window! One of the guards stepped forward and said.

"The archer prepares, and when you see that little head, you release the arrow! Shoot him! Master Song ordered.

"No, you can't! Master! The guard hurriedly stopped: "If you release the arrow, he will really kill the childe!" ”

"What then?"

"Negotiate!"

"Negotiations?"

"That's right! We shouted at him below, and promised him all his conditions......"

"Promise him everything?" Master Song asked puzzled.

"Sir!" The guard put his mouth to Master Song's ear and said his plan like this.

"Humph! Do as you say! Master Song nodded with satisfaction.

I thought: You kid! How dare you hold my son hostage? I had a son at the age of forty, just such a son, a single seedling. You kidnap him, you want my life! Can I spare you?

Zhuang Zhou found that he was surrounded by the army, and he couldn't escape. But! OK! There is still a cushion before dying! Thinking of this, his heart felt a little more comfortable. But? When he thought of death, he couldn't bear it! After all! He was only ten years old, and he didn't want to die.

Thinking of death, Zhuang Zhou couldn't help himself and cried quietly.

"Mother! I'm sorry! Mother! Woowoo woo ......"

Zhuang Zhou sat cross-legged on the ground, thinking about the mother in his memory and the masked woman. He decided that the masked woman was his own mother.

"Mother! I'm sorry! Mother! Woowoo woo ......"

He thought: If he can see his mother again and ask her if she is his own mother, even if she dies, he will have no regrets. And also! He really wanted to ask his mother, is his father really dead?

And also! He misses his master! And also! He misses his little sister. And also! He misses Sister Qing'er! And also! He missed Yang Zhu......

There are so many people he misses in his heart! All of a sudden! He really didn't want to die! It's true!

When a person is facing death, he knows the preciousness of life! He knew that he regretted it!

Zhuang Zhou is the same! He began to regret it and began to reflect on his life. He regretted that he shouldn't have been so impulsive, that he shouldn't have taken hostages, that he shouldn't have this, that shouldn't have that, and that he shouldn't!

But! It's too late to regret it!

"Nimadi! It's all you! You are a scourge! Nima Di! Lao Tzu killed you! Woowoo woo ......"

Zhuang Zhou couldn't suppress his emotions, jumped up from the ground, held the sword, and came to Song Gongzi. The sword was raised and slashed down with swiftness!

"Don't! Woowoo woo ......"

Song Gongzi had just woken up, and when he saw that the sword had been cut down again, he instinctively shouted. But? Before he could cry, his neck was crooked again, and he fainted.

"You! You? I look down on you! You? Are you human? Are you still angry? You're usually angry, huh? You? Alas! ”

Zhuang Zhou sighed, and the sword finally did not slash at Song Gongzi's neck.

For Song Gongzi's pustule, he didn't bother to kill him.

He looked down on him!

"Listen, people upstairs! Our lord said it! As long as you let my son-in-law go, my lord will not care about the past suspicions! Don't pursue it! My lord said that my son-in-law is a rebel! Stir up trouble everywhere, you have learned a good lesson! Not only does my lord not care, but he also thanks you! My lord said......"

The guard downstairs was shouting towards the second floor where Zhuang Zhou was hiding, while observing the arrangement of his soldiers.

Just as he was shouting, the archers also moved and hid in various positions. As soon as Zhuang Zhou poked his head out, they would take a hundred steps through Yang and shoot him to death.

"Zhuang Zhou upstairs listen! My lord admires you! I've heard your name for a long time......"

One of his subordinates came over and whispered: "He is the son of Zhuang Buming and Dai Liu'er." ”

"Zhuang is not named, Dai Liu'er? Aren't they the Mo family twin swords? Two swords together? I want them to be the couple with two swords, unparalleled in the world! Pity! They're all dead! ”

"Zhuang Zhou upstairs listen! My lord admires you! You are Zhuang Zhou, the son of Zhuang Buming and Dai Liu'er, aren't you? My lord and your father are brothers! They are all disciples of Fowl Slippery! Zhuang Zhou! Did you hear ......"

"What? Their father and my father are brothers? ”

Zhuang Zhou came to the window with a sword in his hand.

But! Just in case, he did not dare to stand in front of the window, but hid to the side and looked outside. Inadvertently, he saw an archer hiding in a corner. The archer was drawing his bow and arrows, and he was on the verge of fire!

"Nimadi! You lie! ”

Zhuang Zhou was furious!

"Good! You want to shoot labor and management, don't you? Good! Labor makes you! ”

Zhuang Zhou turned around and came back, ignoring the smell on Song Gongzi's body, and dragged him over.

"I'll let you! I'll let you! ”

When he came to the window, Zhuang Zhou didn't know where he got the strength, so he picked up Song Gongzi, who was paralyzed there, and exposed his head out of the window.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Three arrows flew in quick succession!

"Ouch!"

Forthwith! There was a wail from Song Gongzi!

"It's Childe!"

"Childe!"

Downstairs! There was a panic.

Forthwith! An old man's cry was heard: "Don't let go of the arrows! No! That's my son! My son! ……”