The mother drank several sips of the decoction, then patted Fan Kuan's shoulder, and said with a look of relief: "Kuan'er has really grown up, and she has the heroic appearance of the dead ghost back then, but Kuan'er is much better than the dead ghost." ”

"Mother" Fan Kuan wiped her tears silently, and couldn't say anything more.

The gray-haired, wrinkled-faced, and almost exhausted mother wiped Fan Kuan's tears while stroking Fan Kuan's upside-down hair, and said with a gentle and kind smile: "Kuan'er, General Ji Yu's gang is a group of good people. ”

"I know what my mother's body is like, I may not survive tonight, and the road ahead will be Kuan'er by herself. ”

Fan Kuan couldn't hold back any longer, he was so excited that he couldn't help himself, he trembled and grabbed his mother's hand, his face was full of great sorrow: "Mother, don't say that, God bless you, you will definitely live a long life."

There was a lot he wanted to say, but because he was so sad, he cried breathlessly, spoke intermittently, and stammered, so after a long time, he said half a sentence.

It's a pity that before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by his mother: "Kuan'er, a manly man, stands up to the sky, who can't live without it!"

"After your mother left, you went to seek refuge with General Ji Yu and them, doesn't that young hero named Fu Bang value you very much? ”

"In the future, my mother hopes that you will become more and more brilliant, at least a hundred times better than your father's dead ghost. ”

Fan Kuan choked up and said: "Mother, Kuan'er, Kuan'er just wants to take care of you by your side, I don't want to build any merit or career, let alone the world, Kuan'er only hopes that you can live a long life and let Kuan'er serve you for a lifetime." ”

The mother gently stroked the back of Fan Kuan's head, and said with a kind smile: "People will eventually die, either lighter than a feather or heavier than a green mountain." ”

"Kuan'er, if one day, you follow General Ji Yu to have a great career and restore peace to the world, don't forget to tell your mother that Kuan'er is a big hero. ”

"Mother really hopes to see the day when Kuan'er becomes a big hero, that day of Kuan'er, I think it should be very handsome, but it's a pity that my mother can't see it, really, I can't see it"

When the mother said this sentence with a regretful face, her eyes suddenly dizzled, and she lowered her head like this, losing her vitality, except for some regret and reluctance at the end, she walked very peacefully.

Fan Kuan looked at his mother, who had closed her eyes and was not breathing, and felt the old and warm hand on the back of her head that suddenly drooped, and let out a heart-rending cry!

On this night, the filial son lost his mother, and the joy of Chinese New Year's Eve in Jin County was completely wiped out by this thick sorrow.

Chasing is very cool, admiring and destroying, hurting through the heart and liver, and the pain is helpless. did not get the Mercedes-Benz, the grief is deep, but what can I do. I felt choked on the paper, and I didn't know what to say.

In the eastern capital of Luoyang, the blood of the stars shrouds the prosperous land.

The prosperous palace that was originally peaceful with singing and dancing was instantly washed away into ruins by countless spiritual energy.

A dazzling sword light rose into the sky, and the great general He Jing stood in the void with his sword, looking at the enemies around him who were dense like a tide.

His armor was already stained with blood, and his helmet had gone nowhere, and his hair was scattered.

It is no longer a male lion, nor does it resemble a male lion, not even a wounded male lion, but like a mad dog surrounded by powerful enemies.

The ten permanent attendants led by Zhang Rang also turned into ten dazzling beams of light, came to He Jing's surroundings, and surrounded He Jing.

Looking at this powerful enemy at the last moment, suddenly like a water dog who was beaten, Zhang Rang's mood, not to mention how comfortable it was.

He smiled proudly and said, "How is it, general, does my father-in-law have the qualifications to warn you to speak?"

Even if he was embarrassed, He Jing's gaze was as fierce as a tiger wolf, and the corners of his lips rose slightly: "Old man, tell you, you are a yin person, you are not worthy!"

A thunderous shout resounded in the circle, and He Jing suddenly drew his sword.

The bright sword light lit up the thick inky night, and in the blink of an eye, it stabbed towards Zhang Rang.

Zhang Rang was slightly flustered, but he calmed down in an instant.

He raised his right hands that were pale and bloodless, like demons, and then caught the brilliant sword light.

Zhang Rang, who has been a boy for decades, no matter how much he cultivates, he can't be worse than the general He Jing.

And Zhang Rang is not the only one of the ten permanent attendants.

When Zhang Rang caught He Jing's sword, the other nine great eunuchs who commanded the palace shot one after another and attacked He Jing's vital parts.

Wen Zhuo didn't make a move, he just took the Xiliang soldiers to watch the battle quietly below.

is still a very cowardly, very cowardly dog, but for some reason, He Jing always feels that the smile on Wen Zhuo's face today is a little wrong with the past.

However, at this time, being besieged by the ten permanent servants and other palace super masters headed by Zhang Rang, Rao is He Jing was also a little unbearable.

With He Jing's loud shout, a little cold light was shining, and the sword qi was horizontal, and the sword intent was also horizontal.

In an instant, He Jing didn't know how many swords he had made, and the ten permanent servants didn't know how many moves they had made, but it ended with He Jing seriously injured and the ten permanent servants were all slightly injured.

At this moment, Zhang Rang gave Wen Zhuo a look.

Wen Zhuo immediately waved his hand, and those archers and NN soldiers of the Xiliang Army began to release arrows one after another.

The arrows they put were not ordinary arrows, but air-breaking arrows.

Although the number is small, the Xiliang army is good at riding and shooting, and it is very accurate.

He Jing had to deal with the ten permanent servants on the one hand, and on the other hand, he had to deal with the dark arrows coming from all directions, which was naturally very difficult.

And so, he broke out, and if he did not explode in silence, he perished in silence, and this sentence is a truth.

A loud cry like a lion's roar deafened everyone around him, He Jing was covered in blood, his eyes were blood-red, and he looked like a mad dog that had completely lost his mind.

During the battle with the Ten Permanent Attendants, he turned back at an incredible angle, and then raised his sword.

A sword shot up into the sky!

Without his defense, several air-breaking arrows hit him.

However, this didn't seem to have any effect on him, as the piercing sword light had already connected to the sky, projecting a huge lion down.

That lion was formed by the sword light that fell down and condensed after the sword light reached the sky.

The male lion runs through the night, and the light constantly swallows up the darkness.

The faces of the Ten Servants changed slightly, as they sensed the threat of death.

Under Zhang Rang's gaze, the ten permanent servants began to form a formation.

The male lion, however, was menacing, taking the whole night as if it were his grassland.

It was running wildly, as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it collided with the Ten Standing Servants who had just formed a formation.

Suddenly, the sword light that was more dazzling than the sun engulfed the ten permanent servants, and there were more and more qi-breaking arrows on He Jing's body.

He finally couldn't hold it anymore, and a thick mouthful of blood spurted out.

Before the dazzling sword light dissipated, He Jing turned around and swayed his sword turned into a beautiful streamer and fled!

Because it was already the end of the crossbow, he was hit by several more air-breaking arrows.

But the strange thing is that Wen Zhuo didn't chase He Jing who ran away, he just looked at the embarrassed and crumbling back with a smile, as if he was looking at a dead man.