"Your Majesty is rare for your ambitions, but your firewood will burn out tonight. He said again.

He was silent for a moment.

"Goodbye. This time he just waved his hand into the distance, turned around, and walked along a line to the ridge of the dark roof, into the vast wind and snow.

Liang Mou looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and put the sword back into its sheath.

She slowly knelt in the snow.

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves filled the streets and alleys, everywhere in all directions. Those are the most elite Liangzhou Iron Horsemen in Liangzhou, not to Yang Jibai's expectations, the Liangzhou Iron Horsemen have already been prepared, and when they are less than half a street away from the Gongfu, they encountered. The Liangzhou Iron Riders stood in the dark with their horses, holding four-foot sabers, and the snow flakes condensed on the knives, and they had been waiting for a long time.

They just saw a figure like an iron sculpture in the darkness from afar, and the next moment, at the end of the long street, the cold light of the iron armor flashed, and the fierce horses marched together, and the iron hooves of the Liangzhou iron riders almost crushed the stone slabs on the street. They did not spare their hands, and when they came up, they charged.

The result of the battle was also the same as Yang Jibai expected, a hundred people who had killed 10,000 people, and a few hundred people who had not killed anyone, it was simply a massacre.

The loyal soldiers of the city gate who were set on fire roared and rushed forward, and were cut down in groups, and the Liangzhou iron cavalry charged in formation, like an iron comb, and every time they combed the crowd, they left dozens of corpses.

"Charge, my loyal man of the Great Zhou Dynasty!" the Son of Heaven roared in the distance, wielding his nearly transparent sword.

His hair was disheveled, his armor was splattered with the blood of the guards, and the Liangzhou Iron Horsemen let the saber pass less than half a foot beside him as if they were intimidating.

Yan Sui roared and slashed, this man did not boast of his sword skills and courage, even in the face of the Liangzhou Iron Cavalry, he was still as fierce as a cheetah, facing a pack of wolves, rushing to kill. But the people around him fell one by one, and he was already surrounded by wolves, holding aloft the cracked blade of the knife, and roaring in despair.

Liang Mou wanted to go over and rescue him, but he didn't have the strength anymore.

A stab in the back caused her to lose a lot of blood, and although the long sword was sharp, it could only send out the last sword.

"Kill with a sword. The Liangzhou iron rider in front of Liang Mou dismounted, turning the saber in his hand, and the iron chain attached to the handle made a screeching sound.

More than a dozen Liangzhou iron horsemen surrounded Liang Mou, and a group of black-armored men stood on the blood-colored snow, with a girl in red in the middle.

The Liangzhou Iron Rider opposite Liang Mou slowly raised his sword over the top.

"Daddy, I did my best. Liang Mou thought silently, but he didn't know why, thinking about Daddy, but in front of him was dressed in white, dangling around.

Yang Jibai walked on the roof ridge step by step, stretching his arms to maintain balance, like those children in the city who like to go to the house to uncover the tiles.

When he is alone, Yang Jibai is no longer a peerless son in white, and he will do these funny things, probably because he has always been alone for too many years, just like those children who play with him.

Anyway, it was already far away now, and there was no need for him to rush anymore.

The shouts of killing, the sound of gold and iron, and the wails became farther and farther away, and when I looked back, there was a faint firelight. It's far away, and listening to those voices again is not as real as a blade, but like a grand social drama, no matter how many people cry blood, it is insignificant, and there is no longer any throbbing in the heart.

Yang Jibai has read too many history books, and the more he reads it, the more it looks like watching a play, and it is always a bit illusory to read the ambitions of those heroes from the text every few hundred years.

Yang Jibai sat down.

"She's going to die, isn't she?" he thought.

Actually, it's nothing, after so many years, I've lost so many things, and I've long understood that everything is not eternal.

Those beautiful things in the world are like blooming begonia flowers, but one day there will be heavy wind and rain, and the flowers on the trees will be scattered.

The so-called Heavenly Dao and destiny are such things.

Therefore, at night when the begonia flowers are in full bloom, you should light a red candle, put a table under the flower tree, and drink alcohol until you fall asleep.

If you wake up to find that the rain has finished and the red flowers on the trees are full of flowers, then there is no need to be sad, or even to remember, just wait for the next season of flowers to bloom.

So it's nothing that the woman who looks like a begonia flower is dead, anyway, at her best eighteen years old, in that peerless dance of breaking the formation, I have seen her beauty.

"Alas, it's better to hurry up and go, why do you think about the sad spring and sad autumn?" Yang Jibai stood up and patted the snow on his body.

He slapped his chest and was slightly stunned.

There's a little bit of girl's breath there, a little bit of warmth, a little bit of softness.

"Goodbye. Someone slapped him on the chest and turned around and walked into the snowstorm.

"Goodbye. Someone pushed him in the chest, galloped away, and turned his head to look at him one last time.

Yang Jibai doesn't like the phrase "goodbye", and always feels that the person who said it will never see each other again, and the more you understate the goodbye, the worse it is, because when you can't see that person again, when you recall the last sentence between the two of you, you will find that it is actually two words as thin as paper, but it is like a proverb, or a meaningful goodbye. Then it will be more sad.

But tonight someone actually pressed his chest twice to say goodbye...... Or the same person.