Chapter 87: You're Wrong, I'm Not Right 46
In order to catch Tang Mint's body, Mu Nanfeng fell too fast because the momentum was too fast.
Mu Nanfeng knelt on one knee before he was able to hug Tang Mint.
His always steady hands were even trembling, and he didn't care about speaking, and with his free hand, he was about to tear open his underwear to help the girl stop the bleeding.
Tang Mint, who should have been seriously injured or killed, suddenly opened his eyes and winked at him, his eyes full of vitality.
Mu Nanfeng was slightly stunned, and Tang Mint hurriedly pinched his palm without a trace to indicate that he was fine.
She is not stupid, her good life with her brother has not yet begun, how could she die so tragically.
She has always been cunning and ruthless, and no one wants to take advantage of her except her brother.
They want to rebel, but it is by no means the kind of rebellion that is scolded by the world, she wants to be justified, she wants her brother's reputation to be undamaged, and even stand on the moral high ground to suppress Feng Shinian!
My brother is a god, how can I have such an unbearable stain as brother and sister incest?
Even if her brother doesn't care, she swears in the name of Mu Zhiyi because Mu Zhiyi really has no dirt with Mu Nanfeng, and it is her Tang Mint who has something to do with Mu Nanfeng.
Mu Zhiyi's identity, since it will cause trouble to his brother, then lose it, use his life to build momentum for his brother, Tang Mint doesn't feel that he has done anything wrong.
That's right, she killed herself just now, and the blood looked like there was a lot left, and at first glance, it was cut deep and ruthlessly, and she looked like she couldn't live.
In fact, at that time, her long hair was scattered and blocked everyone's view, and with that effort, she cut her own hands, and of course there were scars on her neck, but they were actually very shallow.
There is also a high-necked undershirt prepared in the morning to block her lack of Adam's apple, which is just enough to cover all this, and she has done so much that no one can doubt it.
Mu Nanfeng kept his head down, reached out and pulled open her collar, and saw that the wound was indeed not in the way, so he was completely relieved.
He even had a sense of fear for the rest of his life, and pinched the fleshy part of her body hard, Tang Mint was so painful that he had tears in his eyes and had to pretend to be dead.
Mu Nanfeng came back to her senses, of course, it was impossible to waste her thoughts.
made a panicked and sad expression, took out the usual gold sore medicine, as if her hands were shaking and couldn't hold it, poured a whole bottle on her neck, and then pressed her hand to roll the medicine on the gold sore medicine, and saw that the wound quickly stopped bleeding, and then gave up.
He maintained the posture of holding his sister on one knee, and when he saw the girl in his arms with her eyes closed and motionless, he seemed to be in disbelief, and after a long time, he strangled her to his chest, looking pathetic, but actually threatening: "Mu Zhiyi, see how I clean you up!" ”
As if finally accepting the fact that his only relative killed himself in front of him, he slowly put the girl's body on the ground, and looked at the equally incredulous emperor on the stage.
"The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die." Mu Nanfeng didn't get up, looking up at the emperor on the high platform, he took off his battle helmet, took out the talisman, took off his battle robe, and placed these three things on the yellow sand ground one by one.
"But now Nanfeng's life was exchanged for my sister, forgive me - it's hard to obey my fate."
He no longer regarded himself as the last general, and raised his eyes to look directly into the emperor's eyes: "Today, as evidenced by the three armies, Mu Nanfeng handed over the military talisman, handed over the title, and walked out of the point of the general platform as a white ding. ”
He didn't say much, finished speaking, hugged his 'dead' sister, wore a white shirt, like a pine, did not bend his back, step by step, crossed the queue where the three armies were located, and walked out of the point of generals.