When the first arrow arrived, Rong Qian, who was tied to the torture table and covered with a fishing net, straightened up, and a gleam flashed in his lazy eyes.

Shouts of killing began, and countless soldiers poured out from all around. The officers and men on the torture platform had already fled with their heads in their hands, and the executioners even ran away with their belts crawling away, and no one cared about him, a condemned prisoner.

Rong Qian was depressed for a while, although the current situation is very painful, but as long as he survives, he will soon be free, God, please don't come to this kind of change, people's hearts will not be able to stand it.

There were arrows flying all over the sky, so why didn't one of them come and stab me to death.

Rong Qian's heart was full of unhappiness, and he sulked in the fishing net, looking at the chaos around him angrily.

He watched hundreds of people fall to the ground, trampled and wailed, and he saw countless innocent blood flowing on the ground, and screamed in a terrible voice.

Unconsciously, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he sighed softly, it is not good to like to watch people being killed, but it seems to be even worse to like the cruelty of hurting people.

"Kill the faint king, save the ...... of the prime minister"

A number of slogans came and went, as if killing the lord and killing the king was the way for heaven.

Rong Qian raised his eyebrows depressedly, he looked like a waste that could be easily controlled, placed in the open for careerists to be puppets?

His eyes swept around, and he saw Chun Yuhua, who was shouting and shouting to fight for life and death, but he was sitting on a tall horse, hiding behind the battle formation. Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that the Imperial Forest Army didn't bring many long-range bows and arrows, it is estimated that this general Zuo might not even have the courage to show his face.

Rong Qian sighed and narrowed his eyes, alas, the generals stationed in Beijing, all of them eat and drink spicy food, never go to the battlefield, and they are bold and open-minded, which is really worrying. If that little kid can escape this catastrophe, he should think carefully about how to rectify the defense of the capital and hone the material of a real general.

However, his eyes were fixed on Yan Rin, who was protected by the Royal Forest Legion, and it was unlikely that he would escape this catastrophe.

Rong Qian sighed deeply, although this kid is awkward, nonsense and insignificant, but he is not too immoral, and he is not too confused, is it a pity to die inexplicably.

The Imperial Forest Army fell one by one in the fierce slaughter, and the human wall built with life was being ruthlessly torn apart.

Rong Qian suddenly felt that his lips were a little dry, and his eyes couldn't stagger his eyes to stare ahead.

The power of the guardian is so weak, but the young man who is still stubbornly standing in the crowd has a pale face, but he still straightens his waist and refuses to take half a step back.

The sharp arrows hit him several times, but they were all narrowly blocked by Shi Jingyuan, but the blood splashed by the victims had also stained his yellow robe, and the sword light and sword shadow were menacing, so that people did not have the slightest chance to breathe.

Rong Qian didn't notice that his brows were locked together and never opened again, Rong Qian didn't notice that he couldn't help but earn a few struggles in the net.

Perhaps the strength of his struggle gradually increased unconsciously, and a voice sounded urgently in his head: "Xiaorong, what are you doing?" ”

Rong Qian suddenly came to his senses: "Min Xin! ”

"Xiaorong, don't tell me, you want that ......"

Rong Qian was just silent, looking intently at the battle situation around the execution platform, and he didn't even pay attention to someone running up to the execution platform and wanting to untie him.

"Xiaorong, don't be impulsive, don't forget, this is your last appearance, after passing, your total points are enough to pass the paper, don't have an accident at the last moment."

Rong Qian was silent, you enjoy a high-tech happy life in Xiaolou, of course, you can say it so easily, but what I see here is the Shura world.

Zhang Minxin didn't know that Rong Qian was slandering her, and she was still chattering and persuading, "Xiaorong, don't forget, if you really do it, it's not just as simple as being treated." In this day and age, the use of strong spiritual power is subject to heavy punishment. You are not a saint, for such an ignorant child, it is not worth it. ”

Rong Qian stared at the viewing platform, someone opened a bow and arrow at him, yes, it's not worth it, it's really not worth it for this awkward little brat, this kind of guy should be beaten up, but ......

He had been untied from the torture platform, and was hurrying to untie his fishing nets, and the fellow on the execution platform, who did not know the severity of his death, snatched the bow and arrow, and the guards around him were dead and wounded, and the hot blood splashed on his somewhat pale and somewhat sad face. Shi Jingyuan was already wounded, and he didn't retreat to his side, but he didn't take another look, he just opened his bow to himself.

Rong Qian wanted to cry, why was this kid still so nonsense at this time.

Seven or eight sword rays slashed at him at the same time, and several arrow shadows shot at him like lightning. And he, without blinking an eye, just let go and the arrow came out.

At that moment, his eyes were still staring here, and in the eyes of the young man, there were sadness, pain, sadness, helplessness, and more emotions that were too deep to be seen.

Rong Qian knew that he was going to die, and this child was going to die.

In the eyes of others, he is a young emperor, he is gloomy, he is cold, in his opinion, he is always just a child, at most awkward.

That kid was going to die.

Many years ago, the dying emperor entrusted an infant child to him.

Even though it was just a simulation, he did kneel before the king and said sincerely, "The minister will live up to your majesty's trust." ”

He once hugged the powdery child with his own hands and watched him grow up little by little.

He had held his little hand with his own hand, stroke by stroke, and landed on the end of the paper, and he had personally held his little arm and slowly opened a strong bow.

He used to look at the child with a smile, holding the article he had just written, boasting in front of his eyes, holding the prey that had just arrived, and rushing to the front with a proud face.

In order to make him successful, slowly stay away from him, and quietly snub him in order to let him grow. Looking at his loss, his sadness, and seeing that innocent face covered with loneliness because of the injury, he also secretly felt heartache.

watched him grow up little by little, watched him study secretly, watched him accept talents as a corporal of Lixian, watched him slowly understand the government affairs of the court, and slowly had an imperial atmosphere. So, he himself faced each other with a straight face in front of people, and secretly snickered behind people.

wanted to give him a gift at the end, wanted to remove the biggest obstacle to pro-government for him at the end, and wanted to give him a chance to establish his prestige and make the officials awe-inspired, he offered himself.

However, he has worked so hard to come to naught, and now it is all in vain, and his children, his emperor, the people he taught and raised with the other, are going to die.

He was going to die, to die before his eyes.

At the last moment, he shot an arrow at him.

The arrow from his hand hit his chest, and the skin of his heart had been pierced, and in an instant, it would pierce him. He will be relieved immediately, he can go back to his small building, hand in his papers, take his high scores, complete this test, and what awaits him is an infinitely bright and happy life.

In this last moment, he only needed to close his eyes and wait for the arrow that pierced his heart, but why, his eyes just couldn't take their eyes off the disobedient child.

The kid was dying. The rebel's sword had already slashed at him, and the high king, the young and unfortunate child, would be split into pieces in an instant.

What is the power beyond the understanding of the world, it erupted in the snap of his fingers, and next to his ears was Zhang Minxin's shocked cry: "Don't! ”

But Rong Qian couldn't hear it anymore, and he didn't want to listen to it.

That's the child he brought up, he has countless flaws, he him off very much, he's not perfect at all, but he's the child he brought up, he's his child.

He can scold him, he can annoy him, he can curse him, he can want to beat his ass, but he will never tolerate anyone, bully him in front of him.

Who dared to kill the children he raised and taught in front of him?

Yan Rin's eyes have been staring at Rong Qian, even if the steel knife has been cut on his body, he refuses to stagger his eyes, even if he dies, he must remember his last face until the next life, when he arrives in the Netherworld, his resentment and hatred against him will not dissipate, several lifetimes and tribulations, reincarnation, and he will not allow himself to forget this person.

However, right in front of his eyes, Rong Qian was gone. The storm that appeared out of thin air blinded his eyes with the wind and sand, and he could no longer see a trace of sight, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes in panic, could it be that he had missed the last moment of his life?

Angry shouts rang in his ears: "Bastard." ”

He looked up in amazement, his eyes widening for a moment.

In the wind and dust, the few knives that had originally slashed at him were all broken, and several severed blades were held in one hand, and as the hand slowly tightened, they turned into fragments and fell into the wind.

The man who held the knife was covered in blood and bruises, and his entire right arm, from the elbow down, had been cut down to a fragment of flesh. The bones are white, shocking, and look like a hellish ghost.

Even if the sky fell and the earth fell in, the gods and demons of the nine heavens, and the ghosts of the ten directions, all appeared in front of him, it would not make Yan Rin so frightened and frightened.

He was so confused that he thought, I must be dead, that's why I saw such a strange vision, but why, after death, people can feel the same as they did when they were alive.

The strange storm centered on Rong Qian and quickly swept away in all directions. All the soldiers who attacked Yan Rin were swept away with screams. The few remaining guards, led by Shi Jingyuan, were also staggering in the storm and unsteady on their feet.

Only Yan Rin, who was standing side by side with Rong Qian in the center of the storm, was confused, in a trance, and unconscious, but he didn't even lift the corners of his clothes.

Looking coldly at the rebels who were struggling to advance in the inexplicable storm, but they were blind, Rong Qian smiled coldly and stood up.

No one could stop him for a moment, and anyone who stood in front of him, whether it was a person or an object, was shocked and flew up and fell far away, not to mention the power of the counterattack, and even what was going on couldn't figure it out at all.

Under the storm set off by his powerful spiritual power, thousands of military horses are just sheep to be slaughtered.

Chun Yuhua hadn't figured out what was going on at all, he was still sitting on the horse just now, showing off his might, pointing fingers, looking forward to the future power of the government and the opposition, but the next moment he was grabbed by the collar and lifted into the air, and in his struggle, he slammed it down, he looked up in amazement, only to realize that he had fallen in front of Yan Rin.

He tried hard to jump up and draw his knife, but he was horrified to find that there was no more muscle, obeying his own command, he was shocked to hear the sound of bones breaking inch by inch, and in an instant, the incomparable pain overwhelmed him, and he wanted to scream, but he could not even make a sound from his throat.

Rong Qian burst out with a power that should not belong to this world, although he saved Yan Rin, he was full of low heart, unhappy, and so depressed that he wanted to die headlong. Which tendon is wrong, and you have to sacrifice so much for that little bastard.

Rong Qian was so angry that he couldn't bear to see what about the bastard child he had worked so hard to raise, so he had to rush towards the rebels with red eyes. When Chun Yuhua was carried into his hand, he was angry, and he naturally vented it to this culprit. If this guy hadn't caused such a mess, would I have to suffer this sin? Under this mentality, his powerful power crushed every bone of Chun Yuhua in an instant.

Rong Qian still felt full of anger, but unfortunately, in the face of those stray rebels, he really couldn't raise the will to fight at all. The difference in strength is too great, just like a person stepping on a bunch of ants with one foot, how can it not be compared with the sense of accomplishment of fighting hard to get the head of the general in the army of thousands of horses.

Rong Qian was depressed, alas, it turned out to be too powerful, and it was also a mistake.

He reluctantly suppressed the anger in his chest, fell to Yan Rin's side, ignored the emperor who had been petrified, and Shi Jingyuan, who was in a trance, and shouted loudly: "Chun Yuhua rebelled and killed the master, the heavens punished you, don't you wake up?" ”

As he shouted, the storm stopped, and the struggling rebels lay down, fell to the ground, and sat down on the ground, and there were countless more who sat down, and there were some strong ones left, although they could still stand in place, but they were all colorless.

Originally, they raised troops to kill the king, their morale could not be high, and seeing the commander captured, the people's hearts were even more scattered, coupled with the abnormal change just now, it was really weird, and in the sudden storm, no one saw how Chun Yuhua was captured. But this kind of strange power that does not belong to the human world is the most acceptable reason to say that the heavens are wrath and punishment.

Rong Qian swept his eyes towards everyone and shouted: "Wang Yongxing! ”

One of the generals in the rebel army trembled all over, and naturally knelt on the ground.

"You are so majestic, you were born and died when you followed me to fight with the Qin State, you were quite meritorious, I read your loyalty, transferred you to Beijing, and now you are fighting your own emperor, but you are even more courageous."

Wang Yongxing's whole body trembled, sweating like rain, and the general who was not afraid of a hundred battles was already as white as paper: "Xiangye, I, I, Chun Yuhua said that the emperor is cruel and tyrannical, and he cannot be the lord of a country, I will suffer ...... Xiangye is gracious, and now Xiangye is suffering, and he deserves to be ......"

"What kind of suffering, the emperor has long understood the meaning of Chun Yu to make chaos, so he plotted with me, using this bitter trick to lead him to show his true colors, but I didn't expect that from among the rebellious people, there are you, it's really disappointing."

Wang Yongxing was sweating profusely, and he couldn't speak.

Rong Qian ignored him again, and shouted again: "Fang Wenjie." ”

The other general bent his knees and bowed.

"On that day, I fought eighteen battles with Chen Guo, and I rescued you from the pile of corpses, so that you could kill the mastermind today?"

Fang Wenjie's face turned blue, and he stammered: "Xiangye, I am a military general, I really don't know about political disputes, I just know how to obey orders, and I know that Xiangye was punished, which is indignant......"

Rong Qian didn't bother to listen to his explanation, and drank coldly: "Zhao Chuanhe!" ”

In this way, between a few interruptions, the generals of the upper echelons of the left army were terrified, and a few idle words, but they were like a few treasures, telling the details of everyone.

The sudden Tianwei has captured people's hearts, and Chun Yuhua was captured, which also made everyone's morale melt, and Rong Qian's faint words firmly controlled everyone's minds.

It was only at this time that he said flatly: "Nian is also rebelling under your ignorance of the truth, the emperor is benevolent, and he will not be held accountable, and now that the first evil has been caught, don't you still ask for guilt?" ”

At this time, everyone had no intention of resisting at all, and they all put down their swords and fell to the ground.

Seeing the shocking catastrophe, Rong Qian's few words were faint and invisible, Shi Jingyuan only stared at Rong Qian in amazement, completely at a loss.

And Yan Rin was fundamentally incarnated into Mu Shi, and until this time, he still hadn't woken up. His brain completely lost the ability to think, and although his whole body was not restrained, he could not move a finger or make a sound.

Seeing that the situation was stabilized, Rong Qian lowered his head and looked at Yan Rin, his scarred, blood-drenched body forced into front of Yan Rin's eyes, his hand with terrifying power and enough to destroy everything, slowly patted Yan Rin's shoulder, he bent down, showed an absolutely hideous smile at Yan Rin, and said maliciously: "Now, Your Majesty, it's our turn to talk." ”