The memory stopped at that fragment.

Fan Ru silently sang along.

"Everyone pities the sheep, who pities the wolf? The weak sheep eat grass, and the greedy wolf eats the sheep. People are sheep who pity the grass, who is the wolf's heart, who understands the wolf's heart?

The sense of vicissitudes is especially difficult to break.

Fan Ru also laughed.

If it weren't for the prejudice against it at first sight, in fact, Fan Ru would be quite good-looking, let alone laughing.

But this smile seems to be so sad that people really don't understand.

Fan Ru stood up.

Fan Ru really shouldn't stand. Jiang Jiujin's "needle under the tongue" is still nailed to the flesh, and what kind of poison is quenched on the needle after all, Fan Ru still doesn't know much. Fan Ru just insisted on using his right leg as little as possible to exert force, so as to slow down the spread of the toxin in the flesh. Even if he chased the sword all the way, he was actually a little embarrassed to jump on one foot, or climb on the snow.

In doing so, of course, you are preserving your body.

Fan Ru has a pride and a little selfishness in his bones, in heaven and earth, except for Lu Muqing, it seems that even his parents look down on him than himself.

is trying his best to maintain the appearance of a cloudy boy, if there is one leg missing, what a ridiculous thing it would be.

But Fanru smiled.

While laughing, he walked towards the bright heaven and earth, and walked towards the sword that was surrounded by the crowd.

There were three needles as thin as a cow's hair nailed to the calf of his right foot, which made him feel a little cold and stinging pain with every step he took.

It's just that Fan Ru can't take care of himself anymore, and Fan Ru only thinks about protecting the sword.

Because Jian Ming is the person He Jiefeng was constantly taking care of before he died, because his freedom was exchanged for his life by He Jiefeng.

Fan Ru is indeed too selfish, but he still understands that the grace of a drop of water needs to be repaid with a spring, not to mention the love of sacrificing one's life.

Someone on Yinjunfang looked down, and saw a slightly lame person come out, and he was stunned for a while, and suddenly realized that this person was a fan of Moyutang.

Coming out like this is in line with the intentions of many elders who have surrendered to Qinghualou in their hearts.

At the suggestion, someone immediately came out of the side gate on a fast horse, hoping to find He Feiqing, who was lurking at the city gate at any time waiting for Jian Ying to leave the city, as soon as possible.

Then, these people all put on a sad smile, and slowly admired the dying and struggling appearance of the two people below.

Jian Ming may be tired, probably can't even swing the knife, and several times he dodged when he saw that the blade was about to knock half of his head off, but he only dodged, and there was no attack.

However, what drove him to dodge was not Jian Ming's desire to survive, but still the anger that wanted to kill Jiang Jiujin.

So even if the situation is unfavorable to Rus, there is no step to retreat.

It is precisely not retreating that it is more like a dying struggle.

A big man suddenly shook out of the surging people, taller than the rest, and the knife was a long knife for chopping horses, at first in the crowded crowd for fear of hurting their own people could not be used, but now he finally came to the front of Jian Ming, and pushed the two or three people beside him to the side, * Picking up the fierce momentum, it was simply about to tear the sword Ming across the waist.

There was no way to retreat, and the game was about to be finished,* when it suddenly froze in front of its eyes, and then fell hard, only to make a soft sound on the snow.

I saw the big man screaming at his pain, one arm was completely pierced, and the other hand tried to cover the wound, but he couldn't cover it up.