Although he already had the answer in his heart, the poor man still smiled and said, although he was laughing, he couldn't see where it was better than crying.

He didn't believe it, he didn't want to believe that the person who decided to follow him all his life here turned out to be half of his enemy.

Although he didn't do it himself, if Quzhou hadn't fought with Qili, there would have been no such tragedy, and in the final analysis, he still couldn't get rid of responsibility.

"I'm not kidding, I'm the Grand Commander of Quzhou, the Grand Commander of Quzhou who started a war with Qi Li. "It's come to this point, he can only go hard, the long pain does not go to the short pain, I don't want to be like this, but there is no way.

"But your tragedy is really not what I expected, it is definitely not my original intention, Qi Helai is your real enemy, not me to evade responsibility, he is our common enemy. Wan Er continued, in fact, if you really think about it, what happened to Qi Li really has nothing to do with him Wan Er.

Just like two people fighting, and then one of them goes home and kills his wife and children at home, no matter how you look at it, it is your own responsibility, and you can't blame the person who fought with it.

However, people always need the object of venting their anger, and one prayer is not enough, so it is natural to think of him Quzhou, and it is inevitable that he will be affected.

"If you want, you still recognize me as a heavenly brother, the two of us will join forces, and there will always be a day when the prayer will be broken, and at that time, I will let you personally kill his wife and children in his family to avenge his family. Wan Er said again, and then turned around and left, everything he should have said had been said, everything that should have been done had been done, and what was left was not something he could control, so he could only let him make his own decisions.

Although he said that it was light, how could he understand the poor Fangcai's mood at this time, this was always an indelible scar in his heart, and every tear was painful, more than a hundred times stronger than the physical pain.

His eyes are almost empty, his heart is the voice and smile of his parents, the happy time of the family, from childhood to adulthood, all kinds of things, the ploughing cattle at home, the rhubarb guarding the door, the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, the grandfather who likes to cool under the tree in the summer, Aunt Zhang who often can't finish talking about some trivial things, and Grandma Lang who is almost old but still busy......

Everything seemed to be right in front of him, and he kept waving and talking, but immediately there was a fire, a monstrous fire, as if it was going to burn it all clean, mixed with spears that shimmered with cold light, bursts of golden ge, and unbearable obscene laughter.

He wanted to resist, he wanted to fight, he wanted to cut down all those hateful soldiers under him, he wanted to watch them wail, they struggled, their heads fell to the ground.

He was helpless, he was afraid, he didn't dare to move, he trembled, he sobbed, he burst into tears, he could only watch his parents, the villagers were nailed to the ground with spears, and fell in a pool of blood, but there was nothing to do but watch.

A spear rushed at him, like the one of the villagers, and it was getting closer and bigger, and it was going to pierce his head at once, and he would have fallen to the ground like everyone else, and he was gradually losing his life.

He closed his eyes, let the spear come, and felt a sense of relief in his heart, perhaps this was his fate, when he should have died like this, and fell in a pool of blood with his neighbors, maybe he had already died, all this was just a dream, and now he was awakened from the dream, and there was nothing.

After waiting for a long time, but still not feeling the pain, the spear should have been pierced a long time ago, he opened his eyes, and saw a great figure, anyway, it was very majestic in his eyes, standing in front of him, the spear pierced through his chest, and the blood dripped down the spearhead, dripping, and faster and faster, like a spring, like a stream of water.

It won't be long before the man bleeds to death, and his life is eaten away little by little.

He looked at the figure suspiciously, somewhat familiar, but also very unfamiliar, there was no such figure in his memory.

Why did he want to be like this, why did he have to die for himself, he really couldn't think of how there could be such a person, he looked down, the shoes on his feet were very eye-catching, with dried bloodstains, almost dyed red.

That's right, it was that pair, the pair of shoes that he treasured, the pair that the man took off from his feet when he stepped on Hutou Village, the identity of this person is naturally self-evident.

He turned his head, a familiar face appeared in sight, and smiled at him, no wonder there was no such figure in his memory, it turned out that he had always been in life, in just three months of life, the memory of the past was without him, but the memory after that was essential, it would definitely be a heavy stroke.

"Brother Tian. He whispered, suddenly opened his closed eyes, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and his mouth was panting, all this is a dream, a two-phase dream, what is true, what is false, what is false, true in dreams, true in falsehood, false in truth, dreams are false, love is true.

"Brother Tian. He whispered again, remembering the bits and pieces of the past three months, remembering the shoes, remembering his laughter and scolding, remembering Fang Cai's beatings, and Fang Cai's words.

Poor talent, poverty, talent, he has gone through poverty, and he should forget the past, in order to become a talent, all of this is given by that person, without him, he can have the appearance he is now, I am afraid that he is still worried about food and clothing, how can he worship the master, learn martial arts.

What qualifications do he have to complain, as he said, Qi Helai is his real enemy, what does it have to do with him Quzhou, what does it have to do with Waner, it is also a war, why don't you see such mourning in Quzhou, how can the people live in peace, all this is just the fault of those in power.

Thinking of this, he secretly sighed to himself, stood up against the wall, wiped his face, whether it was sweat or tears, or both, and walked straight towards the door, his steps sonorous, just as he was bare with blood on the tiger's head, determined to shine without stopping.

Now Wan Er is sitting in Wang Zhili's room, sitting with a sad face, and he doesn't speak, until now.

"Told him?" asked Wang Zhili.

Wan Er just nodded, and didn't say anything superfluous.

"How?" asked Wang Zhili again.

He shook his head and still didn't speak, but the meaning was clear.

Wan Er stretched out his hand and wanted to grab Wang Zhili's wine jug and take a sip, but he was ruthlessly stopped.

"I'm like this, even ......," Manji complained, but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a sudden opening door.

I don't know who it is, it takes so much strength to open the door, and the door squeaks and trembles, and it can't stop for a long time.

This made Wan Er, who was already on fire in his heart, even more awe-inspiring, and he was about to get up after slapping the table, no matter who it was, he had to scold him.