At this time, he was lying there silently, and his death was unknown.

The tears in Xu Wenrui's eyes fell unconsciously, he knelt on the ground, reached out to touch Jiang Zebei's still warm face, and choked up: "Senior brother, Zebei ......"

Xu Wenzhan followed and knelt beside his younger brother, his cold and hard face was full of grief, and his scarlet eyes were staring at Jiang Zebei, as if he was looking at it like this, and he could bring people back to life.

He wanted to roar so much, how much he wanted to break into the inner city of the Turks, and kill all the damned Turks, especially the Turkic royal family and national teachers.

"Say! Why is this happening, wasn't it good before! ”

Ji Xiaoyun is still competing with Mo Zixuan.

Mo Ziye, who was on the side, saw that his cousin's face began to turn pale, he walked over and hit Ji Xiaoyun's wrist acupoint with one hand, and the other party quickly let go because of the stinging pain.

He stared at Ji Xiaoyun coldly, "When the Turks handed over the Hou Ye to us, he was already unconscious, this is their ghost!"

If the Turks were really so good at talking, and it was so easy to hand over the people to us intact, they would not be the Turks, they have always been insidious and cunning, and now the most important thing is to avenge the Hou Ye! ”

Don't say Ji Xiaoyun who was present, the others also understood when they heard Mo Ziye's words.

It's their carelessness, it's that they trust the Turks too much.

The Turks killed their commander, their master, and their lord this time, and these damned Turks had already laid the game.

"Kill! Kill those Turks! Feng Hui tugged on Jiang Zebei's sleeve and said coldly.

The sound is so cold that it feels piercing to the ears.

Xu Wenrui stood up and sorted out the clothes for Jiang Zebei who was lying on the wooden bed, this man who had always been full of books and literary temperament, was full of cold aura at this moment.

Not to mention his brother Xu Wenzhan, who was standing beside him, was as angry as a mad lion.

"We still have eight Hongyi cannons, we will bombard the Turks tonight, kill all those people to avenge the master!"

Xu Wenrui turned around and stared at Mo Zixuan, who was lost in his soul and almost lost his mind, becoming a madman, "The master's body can't be damaged anymore, can you do it?" ”

Even if this matter is not about Mo Zixuan's business, it was the Turks who did it, but Ji Xiaoyun, Xu Wenrui, and most of the people present still have grievances in their hearts.

It's just because Mo Zixuan is the apprentice of their master's mother, and he personally said that the master is fine, just in a coma.

But it was only less than two hours, and the master died inexplicably, which no one could accept.

Mo Zixuan was still pulling his hair, a lot of it, a lot of hair had fallen on the ground, he couldn't hear Xu Wenrui talking anymore, he fell into his own world, this time he was too stimulated.

He couldn't accept it, he couldn't accept the previous error in judgment, and he couldn't accept it, watching the person the master care about and love the most, die in front of him.

Mo Ziye saw that his cousin was too stimulated, so he took the person directly into his arms and patted him on the back gently, "Don't think nonsense, you are now a military doctor for hundreds of thousands of soldiers, you can't have an accident, Jiang Zebei's matter is not all your fault......"

He woke up Mo Zixuan's consciousness a little, and let him pull back on the verge of collapse, while meeting Xu Wenrui's gaze.

He raised his chin, "I can keep Hou Ye's body intact, so that his body will not be corrupted in any way within a month, and he will be sent back to the capital safely." ”