Unconsciously, Qi Changrong had walked to Pang Lu's side. He held the sharpest blood-weeping blade in his hand, stabbed into his armor under Pang Lu's disdainful gaze, and stayed a little three points away from his heart.

Pang Lu's eyes were split: "How can you!! ”

"Nothing is impossible in this world." Qi Changrong smiled coldly, and his jade-like cheeks were finally stained with blood: "If I wanted to, I could have taken your life now, but if I think about it carefully, wouldn't it be too merciful to you if I took your life at this time?" Pang Lu, who was unable to move, gritted his teeth: "What do you want to do?" Even if you are held hostage to me, you don't want to escape from the imperial city-" It is rumored in the world that Prince Changrong has been weak since he was a child, but he is a humble gentleman.

But just now, he shot so fast that he only felt that he had no time to react. Can this be someone who doesn't understand martial arts?

！ In the blood-red twilight, Qi Changrong's eyes were as bright as ink, full of evil. He stared at Pang Lu and said coldly: "The cunning rabbit is dead, and the lackey cooks." Wouldn't it be better to keep you, let you and your master be suspicious of each other, and in the end dog-eat-dog. Speaking of which, the short blade in his hand was closer, making Pang Lu's injuries more serious, but it could not endanger his life.

Pang Lu snorted uncontrollably, and he could almost feel the cold tip of the blade facing his heart.

Someone noticed that something was wrong and rushed up with his troops. The wide roads of the city were full of people.

"General!"

"The son of the dead country is still extremely arrogant!"

"Let go of General Pang, we can still give you a dignified death for the prince of the dead country!" Pang Lu took a deep breath and shouted angrily behind him: "Retreat to General Ben!" The smile on the corner of Qi Changrong's mouth was even more sarcastic, as if he had seen through everything.

Under his gaze, Pang Lu's little bit of caution was nowhere to hide. After all, I can't give up this life, and I can't give up the glory and wealth at my fingertips.

Qi Changrong didn't care, stretched out his hand and pushed towards Pang Lu lightly, and Pang Lu's body retreated uncontrollably, overpowering the enemy soldiers who were staring at him not far away.

The Weeping Blood Blade returned to his hand, and the blade was as clean as ever, not stained with blood. He stood by the wall, his broad robe rustling in the cold wind.

"I, Qi Changrong, grew up in the Great Jin Palace, and should also die in the Great Jin Palace. In the twenty-five years of my life, I think I am worthy of heaven and earth, but I am ashamed of the people of Jinguo. ”

"I promised them 10 years to live in peace and contentment, but I lost the lives of countless innocent people. The mistake has been made, and there is nothing to make up for it, so at this moment, with my life, I will sacrifice thousands of my subjects! The wind stopped and the snow stopped, and under the vast sky, Qi Changrong screamed bitterly and regretfully for a long time.

For a while, under his fierce gaze, no one dared to approach him.

"If there is a spirit in the heavens, let me remember this scene, and when I come to life, kill all the traitors and destroy the people of the Liang country!" The soldiers and generals were in turmoil, and Qi Changrong's voice with bitter hatred made their hearts cold.

The sharp blade cut through the throat, scarlet blood spurted out, Qi Changrong opened his eyes, and jumped down from the city wall without hesitation, like a bird with broken wings, plunged into the blood river below, allowing himself to become a part of the blood river.

Pang Lu covered his wounds and hurriedly asked people to save them, but how could Qi Changrong give people the opportunity to humiliate Dajin. If you go down with a knife, you can only die.