It's afternoon now, and the sky hasn't gotten dark, but the old sword god's last sword is too wide, and hundreds of miles are tied to a sword, and the wind and clouds change accordingly, and a sunny day naturally becomes a rainy day.

The heavy rain filled the vacancy that had just appeared with the aura of heaven and earth, and the rain mixed with the aura dripped downward.

Murong took out an umbrella from his arms and propped it up above his head, the surroundings were very wet, and the umbrella was very clear.

Murong Yingjie didn't look up, but stretched out his hand and pointed to the distance, and said to himself, "What do you think of this city?"

Murong didn't speak, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, Li Xiu walked over from a distance, and Xu Yingxiu followed behind holding an umbrella.

"Good. ”

Li Xiu said.

The battle just now was very fierce, and the old sword god had no idea of caring for public facilities at all, and each sword brought a lot of movement, destroying half of Gusu City, and burying an unknown number of people under the city.

But this city is really good, and it has nothing to do with that sword, nothing to do with winning or losing.

Murong Yingjie nodded and agreed very much: "Many people say that the first city in the East of the Tang Dynasty is actually Jincheng, and Gusu City is actually not worthy of the name, and it is entirely because of the existence of the Murong family that can get the honor of the first city, what does Your Highness think?"

This is indeed said by many people, Li Xiu nodded, did not hide it, and said directly: "Compared with Jincheng, Gusu City is indeed a little unworthy of the name. ”

Xu Yingxiu behind her paused for a moment, and the raccoon covered her eyes with her paws and felt a little speechless.

Murong Yingjie shook his head and asked, "Is that book still there?"

Naturally, he was referring to the one that Li Xiu took from the study.

"In!"

"I haven't watched it since Master ascended to heaven, I don't know what happened later?"

"The Master turned into the moon, and the ending was good. ”

Murong Yingjie nodded, and then sighed, feeling a little regretful, because there was still a period of time before it got dark, and of course he couldn't see the moon, which was one of the few regrets before he died.

"Heavenly. ”

He shouted behind him with a side face, and Murong Tiancheng hurriedly walked over, with guilt on his face, and he wanted to stop talking.

"There are a lot of things that can't be said, and I don't blame you. ”

Murong Yingjie smiled and comforted and waved his hand.

"It's a good game, I got rid of the idea of Yin Cao and the desolate people, and I can still get the source soul chain to save my wife, but it's a pity that I was proud of it

What do you do if you run away? No matter how you look at it, we have won this battle. ”

Murong Tiancheng took out the necklace from his arms and said silently: "Even if sister-in-law can come back to life, you will still die." ”

Murong's hand holding the umbrella tightened, and even his body trembled unconsciously for a moment.

At the beginning, his mother was plotted to die by Changlin, and the soul was scattered is the grass saint who has no ability to return to the sky, and has been storing her body in the ice coffin all these years, so it can be said that she is dead, but what is unexpected is that Murong Yingjie has never given up.

Even through this plan, I got the source soul chain, as long as I brought it with me, the souls that had been dispersed over time would be able to recondense and come back to life at that time.

As if thinking of such a beautiful scene, Murong Yingjie's pale smile looked very happy, and said softly: "It's good that she's alive, I'm not important." ”

I didn't know what to say, so everyone present didn't speak.

"By the way, remember to put away my father's body, don't pick any auspicious days of the zodiac, I think today is good, wait until the evening to bury my father and me in the back mountain, I don't know how to see his old man after going down." ”

Murong Yingjie smacked his lips, feeling extremely ashamed, and then hurriedly added as if he had thought of something: "By the way, bury me a little higher, the moon should be good tonight." ”

The children of the Murong family behind him had already knelt down, their shoulders shaking, and they were sobbing in a low voice.

"What's in your hand?"

Murong Yingjie moved his buttocks, glanced back at Murong, and then stared at the lunch box in his hand and asked.

Murong snorted, his voice was a little hoarse, and said, "The steamed buns and egg drop soup that the prince wants." ”

"Where?"

"Li Ji in the north of the city. ”

Hearing these four words, Murong Yingjie's eyes lit up, snatched it, opened the lunch box, picked up a bun, took a bite, and then drank half a bowl of egg drop soup, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction very satisfied.

After eating the steamed buns and egg drop soup cleanly, he wiped his mouth and burped, feeling that the lost strength seemed to have returned.

"Your Highness, how is it? I said that I must win in the end. ”

Murong Yingjie raised his eyebrows, a little proud.

As he said in the study, he will win in the end.

And indeed he was.

Li Xiu didn't speak, his eyes swept over the lunch box from time to time, and his brows furrowed slightly,

But when a person is about to die, he cannot be blamed for anything.

Murong Yingjie looked at the city, then looked at the back mountain, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he was silent for a long time.

The crying behind him grew louder and louder.

Li Si stood very quietly in the rain.

Murong Yingjie looked at this world, the look in his eyes was extremely complicated, he didn't know what words to use to describe it, he raised a hand and leaned out of the umbrella, and the pouring rain fell on the palm of his hand, and the wet touch seemed to make him come back to life.

His pale face was ruddy, he grinned, and instructed: "From now on, Li Xiu has the final say in the affairs of Gusu City." ”

There were thousands of people kneeling on the long street, and when they heard this, everyone raised their heads and looked at him in disbelief, and Li Xiu's brows deepened.

I don't know when the heavy rain will stop, but Murong Yingjie maintains this posture, and there is even a smile and attachment to the world on his face.

But those eyes dimmed, completely lost their brilliance, and never lit up again.

The broken sword flew back from a distance, and the two blades of the sword were inserted in front of him and made a low sound, and after a moment it stopped trembling, and the sword began to crack, and finally turned into powder and dissipated with the autumn wind.

The pillar of optimus on the rivers and lakes, Murong Yingjie, the lord of Gusu City, turned into an autumn wind and dispersed today.

laid out the overall situation of heaven and earth, and calculated the people outside the chess with the people inside the chess, and he won very thoroughly.

Murong knelt on the ground, his eyes were red, and Murong Tiancheng patted him on the shoulder and was silent.

Pei Ziyun sat on the ground and didn't say a word.

Xiao Boru looked regretful, and bowed lightly to the figure.

Feng Zu returned to the plane tree in the back mountain, covered in blood, but his mood was extremely low, on the day when Murong Xiao and Murong Yingjie left one after another, he found something more important than life and death.

Half of Gusu City turned into ruins, and half of Gusu City knelt on the ground.

Heavy rain poured down from the sky to the world, as if to send off this good man who could enter the Six Realms but did not want to enter, and could live but had to die.

Li Xiu bent down and saluted, only to feel that the burden on his shoulders was heavier, Datang is a very attractive country, and it deserves many people to die for him.

There were many in the past, and there are many now.

There will be more in the future.

"Congratulations to the city lord of Murong. ”

A sky-high cry rang out, shattering the waterfall-like rain.