Chapter 983: The Flute in the Willow Forest

Xiao Sangongzi roared angrily and withdrew his hand, and his hand was finally withdrawn. At the moment when the hand was withdrawn, a blue light suddenly flashed.

The blue light flashed and then there was a violent explosion. Xiao Sangongzi's hand holding the sword turned into pieces in the explosion.

Li Feixiao slowly fell.

Xiao Sangongzi looked at his broken arm in surprise, he couldn't believe his eyes. The subordinates were stunned for a long time before they woke up like a dream. They exclaimed and gathered around: "Lord Wang...... The prince ......"

A big man tore off his shirt and bandaged the wound of Xiao Sangongzi.

The cold sweat on Xiao Sangongzi's forehead fell, he trembled all over, suddenly screamed, and fainted.

The East has turned white.

The cold raindrops hit the old lady's face.

The old lady has woken up.

The door of the small courtyard was open, and Xiao Sangongzi and his group were gone.

The first thing Mrs. Li saw was Lifei Xiao lying in the middle of the courtyard.

"Son!" stumbled to the old lady's feet, and rushed over like mad.

Li Feixiao's eyes were tightly closed, and the cold rain had completely soaked him.

"Laughing...... Laughing...... Wake up...... Wake up...... old lady hugged her son, tears raining down.

Li Feixiao finally opened his eyes.

The old lady shook her hands and stroked her smiling face.

Tears slid down his face when he smiled.

The five-foot-eight-inch long sword was still inserted in Li Feixiao's lower abdomen.

The old lady hugged her son tightly and cried loudly.

Li Feixiao gasped, his dark lips trembled for a long time before he finally shouted: "Mother......"

The old lady looked up in surprise: "...... smile"

Li Feixiao gasped, his face was not bloody, and he said intermittently: "Son...... It's not a bad breed, it used to ...... I've done it though...... There are many wrong things, but now ......" Speaking of which, he really can't go on.

Li Feixiao's chest was rising and falling violently.

The tears of the old lady fell on the body of Li Feixiao, and she said in a trembling voice: "For the mother...... Know. ”

Li Feixiao's eyes were originally dim, but suddenly they had a brilliance, and he slowly raised his head and stared at the stubborn grass under the wall.

Human life is not as good as the grass by this wall. The grass is withered, and next year it can still break the soil and spit green. But what about people? Li Feixiao sighed secretly, and he suddenly remembered his lonely childhood. I remembered the days when no one hurt and no one loved. When he was a child, he dreamed of his mother, but when he grew up and became an official, he didn't dare to recognize his mother. He was afraid that others would know about his origins. People who are too face-saving often cause many tragedies that are too face-saving. This is one of the sorrows of humanity. This kind of sorrow has existed in the past, is now, and will probably continue to exist in the future.

Li Feixiao didn't dare to cry, he was afraid that his mother would be sad when she saw it.

The old lady bent over to protect her son from the rain. The icy rain dripped down the white hair of her sideburns.

Li Fei choked with laughter, he looked up at the sky, tears had blocked his throat.

The old lady hugged her son, for fear that as soon as she let go, her son would fly away.

Li Feixiao finally calmed down, and he suddenly shouted: "Mother." ”

The old lady agreed, and the tears fell and fell on Li Feixiao's body.

"Children are not filial...... Over the years......" When Li Feixiao said this, his heart was dripping blood.

The old lady shook her head: "I don't blame you, if I were you, I wouldn't recognize this mother." She looked at the green mountains in the distance, and sighed long: "For my mother, I don't even dare to see my acquaintances, let alone my own son? ”

Li Fei smiled: "I know...... Mother is forced......"

The old lady sighed: "Let it pass the past, why do you mention it now?"

Li Feixiao looked up at the gray sky, and he suddenly remembered something: "Mother...... I have one thing...... To tell you ......"

The old lady said softly, "What's the matter?"

Li Fei smiled and gasped: "You will see Luo Xiaofeng in the future...... Tell him...... Meng'er has fallen into the hands of Xiao Laosan......"

The old lady said hatefully: "Xiao Laosan is a prince, but I didn't expect to do some despicable and dirty things." ”

Li Feixiao sighed and said slowly: "I have been with Xiao Laosan for many years...... Didn't think of ...... In the end, it was planted in his hands......"

The old lady said: "I also underestimate Xiao Laosan, his martial arts are by no means below your grandfather back then." ”

Li Fei smiled: "All these years...... Xiao Laosan is deeply hidden...... Otherwise...... Otherwise...... I will never ...... It's so easy...... Restrained by him......"

The old lady comforted her son and said, "In the future, you have to practice your sword well! ”

Li Fei smiled bitterly: "There is no future for the child." ”

The old lady hissed, "You...... What do you say?"

Li Feixiao smiled indifferently, with a calm face: "Xiao Laosan has hurt me...... Insides...... Even if he doesn't stab me...... This sword ...... I won't live more than three hours......"

The old lady trembled, and tears welled up again.

"Mother...... Take you to the city and find the best doctor...... Let's go, we'll go now. The old lady hugged Li Feixiao tightly, and she had rushed out of the small courtyard.

"Mother...... Wait a minute!" Li Fei said with a trembling smile.

Standing away from the old lady, she could no longer see her son clearly, and tears had long blindfolded her.

"Mother...... My son never served his mother before his death...... Next...... Be a cow and a horse...... I also want to repay my mother's ...... The grace of nurturing ......" Li Fei smiled as he spoke, and he suddenly reached out and pulled out the long sword on his lower abdomen.

Blood spurted out and spilled all over the ground.

The old lady cried and hugged Li Fei with a smile: "You ...... Enemy...... Why are you doing this?"

Li Feixiao slowly closed his eyes.

Li Feixiao died, he died peacefully.

The old lady sat on the ground, still holding his son's body tightly in his arms. Her son died, and her heart was empty.

Over the years, she has endured humiliation and burden, but now, all her efforts have become meaningless. Her sustenance, her dreams, are gone. She held her son's body tightly and sat in a daze all morning, then another afternoon. She didn't want to shed tears, she just wanted to bleed. The blood debt can only be paid off with blood!

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The spring moon is melting.

There was silence in Huangfu Villa.

Xiao Ergongzi stepped on the knee-deep weeds and walked into Huangfu Villa.

Night. Silent night.

Xiao Ergongzi stood by the small river in the village, facing the smoke willows full of embankments.

Deep in the willow forest. Suddenly, there was a mournful sound of the flute. The sound of the flute floated far away along the flowing river, far away......

Xiao Ergongzi sighed, and suddenly strode into the willow forest.

The forest is full of weeds. Next to a dead willow, there is a boulder. On the boulder, there is a son. Childe, his clothes are white, his hands are white, his turban is white, and his face is even whiter, as if it is the snow that has been sealed for a long time on Wanren Mountain. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Danzun Evil God Claw Book House" for free for the first time.