In the past, Yang Song's family was wealthy, and Xiongba Jiu and other people in the village were all called Young Master Yang Song.

Xiongba Jiu clearly remembered that once he went to Yang Song's house to steal vegetables, and he happened to be caught by Yang Song.

He thought that Yang Song would beat him and scold him, but Yang Song just held the scroll and looked at him with a smile: "Is the harvest on the mountain bad?" Didn't hit the prey again? ”

Xiongba Jiuyi was at a loss for a while, he lowered his head Nan Nan and called him: "Little young master......"

Since then, the two have known each other.

Xiongba Jiu thought very simply, Yang Song, as his accomplice, would definitely be caught in the capital with him and tortured by that group of people.

His little master has never suffered much since he was a child, but when he grew up, his legs were cut off, how could he be reluctant to let him be Ling Chi when he died?

Xiongbajiu's words fell, and when everyone didn't react, the short blade in his hand was suddenly inserted into Yang Song's heart!

The bandits outside have been almost cleaned up.

The belongings that the bandits have looted from various places over the years have been loaded into a car.

Jing Beiyan set off a fire and burned down the bandits' old house.

The flames soared into the sky, and the bandits were like mourning.

And in the room here, Yang Song raised his head and stared at Xiongbajiu quietly, showing a slight smile.

He still had his last breath, and then his eyes fell on the Dingbei King and the Nine Mountains of Yanci.

The blood in his chest flowed back into his mouth and nose, and he coughed lightly: "Dingbei Wang ......"

Yan Ci Jiu and King Dingbei frowned and did not answer.

Yang Song coughed even more, and he couldn't help but reach out and cover his chest to relieve the severe pain: "Lord Mingzhu...... Not dead...... Ah Jiu's mouth is hard...... He was reluctant to attack such a young child...... He wanted to take the child as his daughter...... And he gave the boy a nice name...... Ahem, ahem! ”

"Janson!" Xiongba Jiu was anxious and distressed, he struggled to climb to Yang Song's side: "Don't talk, don't talk, it won't hurt for a while...... I'll go with you after a while, and you'll be alone......"

Yang Song put his blood-covered hand on Xiongba's head, and gently stroked his forehead, his eyes gradually drifted, but there was a smile on his face: "Yesterday...... We've already put ...... The Lord of the Pearl County...... Sent down the mountain, the county lord is still alive......"

What!

Little Bead is still alive!

King Dingbei clenched his fists fiercely, and his nails instantly sank into his palms.

Drop after drop of blood flowed to the ground, and he didn't realize it: "Say it again! Where's the little bead! Little Bead ......"

An iron-blooded man who has been on the battlefield for decades, even if his head is cut off by the enemy, he will never shed a single tear, and when he heard the news that his daughter was still alive, tears unconsciously flowed out again.

But this time it was tears of joy.

He didn't even dare to touch the dying Yang Song, and he didn't even dare to breathe, just to be able to hear what Yang Song said.

And Yan Cijiu was also drained of all his strength at that moment, and sat down on the ground with a thud, after feeling sad and happy, he actually felt a throbbing pain in his heart: "Great......"

Yang Song's gaze became more and more gentle.

And Xiongba Jiu couldn't cry anymore: "I beg you, don't talk...... Jansson, don't speak...... We were together before we were alive, and we went to drink Meng Po soup together after we died, and we were reincarnated together......"

Yang Song shook his head slightly: "Fool, it hurts so much to die......"

He held his last breath and looked at King Dingbei with sloppy eyes: "It's Xiao Liuzi...... Will her ...... I have only one request for those who are sent down the mountain...... Jean Ajiu...... Alive...... Beg...... You ......"

The last word spit out, and Yang Song smiled and clenched King Dingbei's hand.

The king of Dingbei got up violently: "Who is the little sixth son!" ”

At the same time, behind him, Xiongba Jiu let out a heart-rending shout: "Yang Song! Jansson! Yes! Little Master......"

His little young master was no longer alive and died in August of Dingyang Mountain, which was full of fire.

At that time, the flowers on the mountain were blooming, and the moon flowers planted by Yang Pine himself in the field quietly bloomed the first flower of the year, which was as gorgeous as blood.

Xiao Liuzi was named, and his body slammed for a while.

He remembered what he had done yesterday, and said hesitantly: "That little girl yesterday...... No, no! The lord of Mingzhu said that she was tired of walking, so I put her at the foot of the mountain and went back. ”

"Which side is at the foot of the mountain!" Yan Cijiu rushed over and asked anxiously.

Xiao Liuzi became more and more afraid to look at them: "Just ...... North...... North. ”

"Find!"

Yan Cijiu raised his arms and shouted, turned back to the king of Dingbei and said: "Uncle Dingbei Wang, I'll go to find Xiaozhu'er first, and the things on the mountain, please leave it to you!" ”

King Dingbei: "......"

Stinky boy!

I was speechless.

He also wants to find Xiaozhu'er!

It's annoying! Damn stinky prince! Who is Xiaozhu'er's father?

Sick of it! Xiao Zhu'er is alone at the foot of the mountain, and I don't know if I will be afraid.

Alas, I hope that there will be kind-hearted people at the foot of the mountain to take in Xiaozhu'er, and I will be rewarded with a lot of money when the time comes!

King Dingbei sighed non-stop, he returned to the main village that was about to be spread by the firelight, and stared at Xiongba Jiu with a low head and an expressionless face: "You still have a conscience." ”

Xiongba Jiu hugged Yang Song's corpse and smiled slowly, he gently put Yang Song's corpse on the ground, and did not raise his head: "He begged you to spare my life...... But he didn't know that Lao Tzu disdained to live in the world! ”

"Hmm." Listen to your farts.

King Dingbei's eyes were heavy, but he did not interrupt Xiongba Jiu.

Xiongba Jiu slowly spoke: "Lao Tzu has only one request!" All bad things are done by Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu will bear it all! The old and weak women and children on the mountain were released, and besides, a monument was erected for Yang Song, he had never done anything bad! ”

"Yes." King Dingbei still didn't have any expression.

All he wants is to recover 100,000 taels of disaster relief silver and Xiao Zhu'er's whereabouts, since he has already obtained 100,000 taels of silver, and he knows that Xiao Zhu'er is not dead, and this group of bandits has all been caught, then the rest, it doesn't matter.

Xiongba Jiu was shackled on his hands and feet, and little by little he dug a pit with a small hoe in Yang Song's yard and buried Yang Song in it.

Yang Song still had a smile on his face, as if to say: Ah Jiu, you must live.

Xiongba Jiu muttered: "Idiot, without you, Lao Tzu is not happy to live!" ”

After finishing speaking, he stared blankly at the courtyard after being scorched by the fire, and the lonely moon flower, and kowtowed deeply to Yang Song's tomb.

He can't die right now.

He had to go to the court to take all his sins away, and then tell the little young master about the grievances he suffered at that time.

His little master came to the world innocently, and he had to leave innocently.

Those people who hurt the little master, don't think about it!

On the other side, Yan Cijiu searched all over the foot of the mountain, but he didn't find Zhu Xiaozhu.