Jing Rong was holding Moruo's body, and the icy armor was stained with blood.
I do not know how long it has been.
It wasn't until Moruo's body became cold that Jing Rong let go of him.
He looked down at his pale face.
Jing Rong said in his ear, "Moruo, I will avenge your revenge for you."
With that said, he gently placed Moruo's icy body on the ground.
The man who was most drunk with alcohol all day could never wake up again at this moment.
Jing Rong clearly remembered that he would always say the same thing, that he was not drunk!
Yes!
In fact, Mo Ruo has never been drunk.
He was awake all the time.
Jing Rong hopes that one day, he will be able to chat with him under the moon.
But now it's all a luxury!
Because of anything, there is no if.
Jing Rong slowly got up and pulled out the sword that Moruo had stuck on the ground.
Cold light flashes!
At the same time, the blood on the sword dripped down the long sword!
stained the grass on the ground.
Makes one sigh.
The surrounding soldiers did not make a sound, to be precise, they did not dare to make a sound.
Jing Rong's bloodshot eyes stared at the long sword in his hand tightly, and his heart was like a burning flame, burning his body, and the blood boiled in his body.
He shifted his steps and turned to look.
His eyes fell on Ji Huan who was caught.
Ji Huan looked at him in astonishment.
Haven't recovered yet!
He didn't believe that Jing Rong was still alive and jumped off the river of dead people. How could he still be standing here
And... also brought so many soldiers and horses.
Where did these soldiers come from
There are so many questions in his mind!
I hoped that Jing Rong could explain it to him one by one.
Jingrong held Moruo's long sword and walked in front of him, his eyes full of bloodthirsty murderous intent.
It seems that he is going to be stripped of his life.
It's not even surprising that it's a big cut!
But that impulse was hidden between Jing Rong's two eyebrows, and there was a monstrous anger!
And desperately endured.
"You..." Ji Huan stared at him with wide eyes, his body was caught and he couldn't move at all.
He didn't intend to struggle either, and there was no regret or begging for mercy in his eyes looking at Jing Rong.
In fact, Ji Huan, like Ji Li, is not stubborn! Not afraid to die!
Jing Rong approached him, his eyes sharp and cold.
Ji Huan opened his mouth and asked, "Why are you all right?"
Why
He didn't know.
Jing Rong said in a low tone, "I thought I would die, but God opened his eyes and let me get this life back."
"impossible!"
"Are you disappointed?"
Of course!
Ji Huan gritted his teeth, leaned forward, and said, "You should die! In fact, I should have killed you with my own hands that day. I will use your head to worship my elder brother."
In the end, Ji Huan's heart was always filled with hatred.
Can't dissipate!
Although Jing Rong was full of murderous intent, he still maintained his calmness at the moment and said, "You may never have this chance again."
"Haha." Ji Huan smiled and pointed his eyes at the soldiers around him. "Then these soldiers and horses? Where did you get these soldiers and horses?"
"You don't recognize the soldiers and horses far northwest, right?"
What
Northwest away
Ji Huan trembled violently and looked around. Those who surrounded him saw the word "hole" engraved on the armor on their arms.
Uh!
Ji Huan suddenly understood.
"Is it... Kong Qu's army?"
The scene was stationed in Yicheng, far northwest, and Kong Qu, who was named "General Hussar" by the previous emperor because of his achievements in saving and driving.
Ji Huan still missed this move!
"However, how could it be possible for you to mobilize soldiers from the northwest in just a few days?" He was still confused in his heart.
Jing Rong's eyes glowed with a faint cold light, "Since you want to know, well, I'll let you understand, as early as the day I sent troops to Hou Liao, I had ordered someone to quietly send a letter to the northwest, borrowing 10,000 soldiers and horses from Confucius to prepare. Just in time!"
Totally understand!
Ji Huan sneered, with a bit of misery, he said, "Jing Rong, this is an order from the emperor himself, he just wants you to die!"
Wei Yi wants him to die!
How cruel.
What a cruel decision!
Jing Rong frowned, eyes full of bloodshot eyes, and said, "Even if I was a little more cruel at the beginning, today, this piece of Xisai grassland will not be like this. Now, I can't let all this continue."
Um
What's the meaning
Ji Huan's eyes widened: "Are you going to rebel?"
Jing Rong said, "This world is mine, so what's wrong?"
Uh!
Ji Huan was slightly startled, not because of fear, but because of Jing Rong's words.
He digested it for a while, with a dying expression on his face.
Immediately afterwards, he grinned like a wolf's teeth, raised his head and looked at Hou Liao's blue sky.
Laugh out loud.
"I still made a mistake in the calculation!"
The two soldiers who were holding him let go.
He fell all over.
Jing Rong said, "For the rest of your life, you'd better not be named Ji."
Done.
Jing Rong raised Moruo's long sword in his hand and slashed towards Ji Huan.
Immediately, head down!
…
The war is finally over!
But the Xisai grassland has been riddled with holes and can no longer restore its former breath.
above the hills.
A tombstone stands.
Moruo and Tang Si were written.
It's a tomb!
The words on the inscription are the tombstones that Jing Rong personally carved for Moruo and Tang Si.
Everyone stood in front of the tombstone without saying a word.
Jing Rong's armor has not faded, and he holds two swords in his hand, one is his own and the other is Moruo's.
After a long time-
He inserted Moruo's sword beside the tombstone.
"Moruo, we will continue to be brothers in the next life!" His hand touched the cold tombstone.
The coldness quickly flowed from the tiny lines of his palm, and it also covered his whole body.
Ji Yunshu held the baby still in his arms with a haggard face.
The baby is already asleep.
That small face has a bit of heroism of Moruo, and a bit of playfulness of Tang Si.
Ji Yunshu looked at the tombstone in front of him.
I thought a long time ago...
At that time, he and Moruo were outside the ruined temple.
Moruo sat on the long corridor outside with one foot on it, leaning against the pillar and looking up to drink.
The sky was glowing with ink-colored light, and through the wisps of rain that flowed from the tiles, it mistily sprinkled on his shoulders.
It seemed a bit bleak.
Ji Yunshu walked over silently, sat down opposite him, raised his head, and looked at the continuous rain.
Said, "When the green plum comes, the rain is long, the boat is full, and the gentleman is wine."
There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and in her deep eyes, there was a woman-like warmth like water.
Moro laughed.
Taking a sip of wine into his mouth, "It turns out that Mr. Ji is not only good at solving cases, but also good at writing poems." "Everyone can tell a few lines of a small poem."