Chapter 67: The End of the Hero
Li Qinglan sighed lightly and said slowly: "Ruoxian, if you want to sword Li Jinghao, rush back to the Helan Mountain camp as soon as possible!"
Li Ruoxian's eyes wandered, as if she understood whether she understood or not.
Li Qinglan explained: "After tonight, Li Jinghao's momentum has gone, and with his heart, he will definitely not be a trapped beast. ”
Li Ruoxian suddenly realized, saluted Li Qinglan, and said loudly: "Thank you, Brother Huang!" Before the words fell, she had already stepped on the sweaty BMW and walked away.
Under the vast night, Li Qinglu looked up at the night sky, thoughtful, and his eyes revealed a trace of sadness. As for whom to grieve for, who knows?
When the sun rose again, the whole country of Western Xia was shocked and in an uproar.
Xixia Imperial Palace, the main hall.
Li Jinghao was sitting in a precarious position, calm and calm, and said loudly: "The king of Xiliang will use the following means to kill my Western Xia warriors, which is unbearable. Inform the military divisions of all localities to immediately send troops to recruit Xiliang against the thieves. ”
Hundreds of officials echoed, and the court meeting came to an abrupt end.
Outside the city of Zhongxing Mansion, twelve Xiliang lieutenants galloped wildly, shouting all the way: "Li Jinghao killed his brother and usurped the throne, and the crime cannot be punished." Those who cut off Li Jinghao's head, regardless of their status, will be rewarded with 10,000 taels of gold and sealed 10,000 households. ”
At this time, a man wearing a hat and dressed plainly but imposingly drove a mule cart out of the north gate and headed north.
I don't know how long it took, and the mule cart traveled to the Yellow River. The man took off his hat and breathed a sigh of relief. This person turned out to be Li Jinghao. He was about to step on the ice, but suddenly stopped, and looked back, only to see the two of them leading the horses slowly.
The people who came were Yan Shan and Li Ruoxian.
Yan Shan smiled indifferently and said casually: "Where are you going?"
Li Jinghao looked calm and said frankly: "I planned to cross the Yellow River and go away to Mongolia. At the moment, it seems that there is no need. ”
Yan Shan secretly admired and said with a smile: "In the face of danger, facing life and death, Li Jinghao is worthy of being a generation of heroes!"
Li Jinghao looked at Yanshan and sighed lightly, revealing a trace of sadness in his eyes. He said slowly: "Mysterious boy, cold-blooded killer, Brother Yan deserves to be the master of the world! ”
Yan Shan said calmly: "Any killing is a sin, no matter right or wrong, I am willing to bear all this." ”
Li Jinghao bowed slightly, and a sense of pity arose in his heart.
At this point, a murderous aura struck.
Li Ruoxian's eyes were cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Li Jinghao, let's die!"
Li Jinghao smiled sadly, his teeth were bitten lightly, and a trace of pale black liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth. Immediately, he slowly collapsed.
A generation of heroes has come to an end, not sad or happy, but chic and frank enough.