The soldier's slap knocked Green Yi to his senses. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info She knew that at this time, everyone in the house was crossing the river, and it was difficult to protect herself, who could save her? If you want to escape from the clutches, you have to save yourself.

Suddenly, she pulled the bolted hair from her head, took it in her hand, hesitated a little, and then stabbed it into the neck of the leader who was lying on top of her.

The leader saw the beauty in front of him as a fragrant piece of meat, and he wanted to swallow her in one gulp, but he didn't even think that there were thorns on it. This compilation was stabbed in the vital part, and the leader was bleeding like a pour, and he died in Huangquan immediately.

Midori pushed the leader away from his body, changed into a green coat and hat, and tried to escape. When she passed by the door of the other rooms, she peeked through the door, and the rooms were full of jade, and the golden branches and jade leaves of the past were now devastated by the violent storm. For a while, the remnants of the willows were lost, scattered into mud, and it was miserable. All I could hear was the cries for help of the devastated, the howls of wolves, and the wild laughter of the possessors.

Green Yi wanted to save them, but he had no fists or bravery, and his strength was too thin, compared to those fierce soldiers, he was simply hitting a stone with an egg, not only could he not save them, but he made himself fall into the clutches of the devil again. She was terrified of the memory of her almost destruction, so she had to touch a handful of tears and secretly escaped from the palace. Hopefully there's a chance to rescue Wesley. It's just that she never found such an opportunity, because Wesley, along with all the royal personnel, was imprisoned in a heavenly prison.

Today, Wei Li went to the execution ground, and she came here to secretly see him off, and by the way, she waited for the time to collect his body. As for robbing the Dharma field to save people, she thought or thought about it, but it was only a fantasy, and she didn't have the strength to implement it at all. Unexpectedly, Wei Li was released on the spot by Kim Jong-lei. It was a great joy, and she wept with joy.

The group smoothly walked through the crowd, and the expected repentance of Kim Jong-lei did not happen.

At the back of the square, Wei Li suddenly stopped, he broke away from Song Qimingyu's hand, and slowly turned around. Midori reached out and dragged the hair that covered his face behind his shoulders, revealing his handsome face, now completely occupied by paleness, emaciation, and sorrow.

Wesley's gaze looked over the heads of the crowd of onlookers to the high platform, which was already far away, where his father still knelt palely, awaiting the final judgment of the god of fate at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Tears rolled out of Willy's deep eyes, and he fell to his knees with a thud, knocking his head on the ground a few times, and weeping in a broken voice. Lu Yi also knelt down beside him, sobbing and kowtowing a few times to the high platform. Mingyu's pretty face was full of tears, and she wept sadly on the side.

Song Qi's gaze crossed over the dense heads of the crowd of onlookers, and cast it far away to the high platform.

Emperor Wei Ming was still kneeling on the high platform, and the white crown robe on his body, looking from a distance, was even more dazzling, and he looked alive as if he was begging for rain from the heavens.

Kim Jong-lei is still sitting firmly on the tiger-skin chair. It's just that there is an extra vegetarian man in front of him, kneeling in front of him. It seemed that he was pleading with Kim Jong-lei, but because of the distance, it was impossible to hear what they were talking about.

Judging from the figure of that person, it looks a bit like the patriotic general Quan Dou. Song Qi nodded and sighed silently. There are only a handful of loyal ministers who defend the country, except for that great loyal minister Quan Dou, who else will risk his life to intercede for the emperor?

If Song Qi still had some happiness in his heart when he witnessed the emperor being punished by the Ming Dynasty before, then now this happiness has disappeared completely. In its place came a heavy feeling of guilt. This guilt, of course, is to Wesley. He now has a wish, hoping that Kim Jong-lei can release Emperor Wei Ming and all the members of the imperial family. Of course, his wish could not be realized.

I saw Quan Dou on the high platform constantly kowtowing and bowing, while Kim Jong-lei reciprocated by shaking his head and waving his hands.

It seems that Quan Dou's face can't be so big, he just does his best to fight for it.

Song Qi saw that Wei Li was almost crying, so he reached out and patted his still trembling shoulder, and gently comforted: "Your Highness, let's go." We will send you out of the city as soon as possible, and when Kim Jong-lei regrets it, he won't be able to get out of it at that time! ”

Wesley nodded, his forehead covered with dirt on the ground. He bowed to the platform a few more times, then grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and put it in his pocket, and struggled to his feet.

Song Qi reached out to help him pat off the clods of dirt that were sticking to his body.

Mingyu stretched out his hand and pulled Lu Yi. Midori shook off Mingyu's hand and got up on his own, seemingly resisting Mingyu. Midori leaned over to Willy, tears in his eyes, and raised his hand to wipe the dirt from his forehead. Wei Li also raised his hand to wipe the green forehead.

"Miss, here comes the horse!" Chao Hu, Hao Peng and others brought four tall horses.

Mingyu nodded to them, and then said to Wei Li: "Your Highness, Lu Yi, get on your horse quickly, we will send you out of the city!" ”

Expressionlessly, he took a horse, rolled over and rode on. With a flick of the horse's reins, the horse spread its hooves and galloped away from the left side of the temple.

Lu Yi also got on the horse and chased after him.

Song Qi and Mingyu glanced at each other, and they also stepped on the horse's back and chased in the direction where Wei Li was going.

After galloping for less than half a mile, I suddenly heard thunderous applause and cheers behind me. Even though it was half a mile away, the sound was still very loud.

Song Qi looked up at the sky, it should be three o'clock in the afternoon. Probably the expected robbery did not happen, and when the time came, it was the moment when the knife fell.

I saw that Wei Li's heart was like a knife, tears were like rain, and he lay on the saddle and wept silently. The horse he stepped off seemed to feel the pain of the man in him, and he looked up and neighed, and galloped wildly, galloping faster.

None of the three spoke, and no one tried to comfort him. Because at this moment, any words are superfluous.

At this time, the streets are sparsely populated and most shops are closed. Taimiao beheaded the emperor, and most of the people went to Taimiao to gather out of curiosity.

Four horses galloped through the streets, stirring up the sound of rolling thunder.

It didn't take long to arrive at the west gate of Duo'an City.

"Stop!" When the defenders saw the four horses rolling in, they stopped them with their guns.

Wesley's horse was at the front, and when it passed the city gate, it did not stop for a moment, and the horse lifted its hooves and leaped directly over the horizontal spear.

The frightened few forbidden soldiers hurriedly retreated to the side and shouted loudly to Wei Li's back: "Bold! How dare you trespass on the city gates! ”

"Get out of the way, we have the marshal's arrow, who dares to stop it!" Mingyu rushed up and shook the arrow in his hand at the forbidden soldiers.

Those forbidden soldiers recognized Ling Jian, although they only glanced at it in a trance, several forbidden soldiers glanced at each other, shook their heads and stuck out their tongues. He no longer hindered the people behind him. (To be continued.) )