"Oops!"

In the hall, there was a sudden scream, Sima Ting looked back, and saw that Jia Hou was also smashed by a brick flying sideways, and was sitting on the ground, so angry that he scolded: "You useless things, so much nonsense with a dying person!" It's good now, let people escape! Oops, it hurts me, you bunch of shit......"

As Empress Jia's most loyal minion, Dong Meng was standing beside Empress Jia in fear and nodded, hurriedly wiping Empress Jia's wounds with a handkerchief, and muttered: "Niangniang, it's all the minions who are not well protected, and the minions should die." ”

Sima Ting sneered, and said secretly: Fortunately, I didn't stone you to death, otherwise we would have really worked in vain tonight! Kicking his feet on the ground, he rose up, and the demonic energy around his body danced wildly, chasing down Du Jue and the others. Han Su was so badly injured today, he didn't want to escape from them at all, Han Su was just dying.

But when Sima Ting ran out of Luoyang City all the way with the figures of Du Jue and others, he found that Han Su showed no signs of slowing down, and still rushed like a tiger. I can't help but feel deep admiration for Hansu's tenacity. With such a serious injury, he was able to chase after the two of them, and escaped from Luoyang City in one breath.

Sima Ting followed everyone from afar, kept running for more than ten miles, and found that Han Su was rushing towards an incomparably steep mountain that ordinary people could not climb at all, and his speed did not slow down at all.

But Han Su ran to the top of the mountain and suddenly stopped running. At this moment, Sima Ting, who had just arrived at the foot of the mountain, was unconsciously full of doubts in his heart, and he really didn't understand why Han Su was still desperately running away, why he suddenly didn't run away.

With Sima Ting, who was full of doubts, he used his hands and feet at a gallop all the way to the top of the mountain, and saw a strange scene by the bright moonlight: Han Su knelt down in front of two ordinary graves on the mountain. And the three of them, Du Jue, Du Jue and Guo Xiang, were separated by several feet from each other, standing motionless behind Han Su, their eyes all falling on one of the tombstones.

Sima Ting came to Du Jue's side, looked at the tombstone with a puzzled expression, and his heart shook suddenly, only to see that the tombstone read:

The tomb of Yang Jun, the prince of Linjin. Retainer Han Su Baili!

Sima Ting was silent for a long time, then turned his head to look at another tombstone:

The tomb of the virtuous brother Yan Su, the foolish brother Han Su worshipped!

Han Su kowtowed heavily to the tomb of the two, and couldn't cry: "Mrs. Yang, Brother Yan." Han was incompetent, but he still failed to kill Empress Jia. However, Jia Hou will kill himself if he commits many injustices! Even if Han can't show his merits today, someone will definitely take the head of Empress Jia in the future and wash away the grievances for Mrs. Yang. Mrs. Yang, Brother Yan. Han is finally able to be liberated today, and he will soon come down to serve his lord and brother. It's just that Han is really ashamed of what Brother Yan entrusted him with on his deathbed......"

Sima Ting glanced at Han Su, who was kneeling in front of the tomb, tears streaming down his face, and sighed softly. He finally understood what Han Su's so-called unfulfilled wish was. He still vaguely remembered the scene when he was moved by the loyalty of Han Su and Yan Su, and his heart softened and let the two of them go. I also remember the scene when my father scolded himself bloodily because he let the two of them go......

Han Su wants to kill me, it's not wrong. I am the so-called Holy Son of the Holy Gate, the uneasy element of turmoil in the world, and Han Su naturally wants to kill me in order to consolidate Yang Jun's government.

There is nothing wrong with his father wanting to kill Yang Jun. Yang Jun has always wanted to deal with his father. Either he dies or I die, so naturally I want to kill Yang Jun.

Han Su wants to kill his father, there is nothing wrong. When his father killed his faithful master, he naturally wanted to kill his father.

I'm going to kill Hansu today, and there's nothing wrong with that. Han Su helped me to abuse and killed my father, so I naturally wanted to kill him......

Since everyone is not wrong, what is wrong? ……

Dao, different!

Sima Ting suddenly felt that compared with Han Su, he was not the most pitiful person. Hansu has nothing to be nostalgic for in this world. But he still has the queen mother, the third brother, the fifth sister, the master, and Qinghe and Lin Yaoer......

Sima Ting, like Du Jue and the others, stood silently aside, quietly listening to Han Su's heart-rending cry alone in the silent night. He never thought that Han Su, a generation of Confucian Transformation Realm masters who was gentle and elegant in his eyes and had a heart as strong as iron, would also have such a fragile side......

I don't know how long it took, Han Su finally stopped crying, slowly stood up from the ground, turned to face everyone, and didn't care at all about the scar on his chest or the blood spilling outward, and the tear stains on his face. With a relaxed smile, he said, "Let everyone laugh!" It's just that Han still has a wish before he dies. I hope you will be able to do so. ”

Sima Ting's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "You say." If I can do it, I will do it for you! For Han Su, who was about to die, Sima Ting felt that Han Su's request was not too much......

Han Su smiled and solemnly arched his hand to Sima Ting, and said, "Prince Ting will definitely be able to do it." I hope that after my death, Prince Ting will be able to gouge out my eyes and hang them on the Yuntai Pavilion Enhancement View in the South Palace of the Imperial City! I want to see one day, Jia Hou will be cut off from her evil head! ”

Sima Ting really didn't think that Han Su's wish would be like this! After a long silence, he said in a deep voice: "I promise you." I think, you'll see. ”

"Thank you!" Han Su laughed, waved his sleeves freely, and raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar:

"Wu Gexi wearing rhino armor, and the car is wrong and short-handed.

The sun covers the enemy like a cloud, and the arrows and fallen soldiers compete for the first.

Ling Yu staggered for the rest of his life, and his left side was injured and his right blade was injured.

The haze is two rounds and four horses, and the jade is beating the drum.

The days are full of power and anger, and they are all killed and abandoned in the wilderness.

Can't get in and out, and the plains are far away.

With a long sword, he carried the Qin bow, and his head was not punished.

Cheng is both brave and martial, and he is strong and invincible.

The body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is resolute and the ghost is the hero!

When Empress Jia is in power, the country will be in chaos! The country will be in chaos! ~~~~ I'm cold, come too-"

Sima Ting quietly looked at Han Su's last passion, and sang Qu Yuan's Nine Songs of National Mourning, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of worry about the country and the people in his heart. Empress Jia is autocratic, and he really doesn't know where to take the Great Jin Dynasty......

Han Su's sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the heavens and the earth for a long time, lingering in the ears...... After a long time, Han Su maintained a standing posture and looked towards Luoyang in the north. Sima Ting couldn't feel a trace of life on Han Su's body at all......

Cold, dead ......