"Murong Chong, if you let Brother Huang go, I'll make it up to you for what you want." He calmed down his restless mind, and finally just said coldly to the person opposite, "Whether it's letting the Murong clan go or my life, I will pay you back." , you can take it all."
"Fu Rong, you are not me, you can't be the master." Fu Jian gave him a cold look, it was the first time he said such cold and heartless words, and even called him by his name.
"Brother Huang, do you still not know your fault? You were the one who made the fault first, and Murong Chong is innocent."
"Zhen,..." Fu Jian let out a long sigh of relief, "There is nothing wrong with it."
Xuancheng clearly saw tears in Fu Jian's eyes.
But he is the emperor, and the emperor is never wrong, so everything he does is taken for granted.
He watched Murong Chong walking slowly step by step, he bent down and picked up the Phoenix Blood Sword from the ground.
"Murong Chong." Xuancheng hissed, "You can't kill him."
"If you kill the emperor, Murong Wei will die, Qinghe will die, and your entire clan will die. Your queen mother is still in the palace. Murong Chong, the Kezuhun clan would rather tear up the contract than make a marriage policy. You His people are waiting for you, you can't kill him."
Fu Jian still looked calm, as if life and death had been worn out by him long ago.
Xuancheng took a step forward cautiously, the guards didn't dare to move easily, he was only a few dozen steps away from Murong Chong, he thought that the phoenix blood would be mercilessly inserted into Fu Jian's heart, but he He clearly saw Murong Chong's mouth move, "I only want his life, and you can take the rest."
He really thought that Murong Chong was dumb, he had fantasized in his heart, if Murong Chong was dumb, how would he communicate with him, he had so many questions he wanted to tell him, he hoped that Murong Chong would be like a normal person Talk to him the same.
But now, the dumb in his mind actually spoke.
His voice is colder than his appearance, pale and feeble, as if he is an elf from the snowy mountains of Changbai Mountain, his whole body does not have the slightest temperature.
Xuancheng slowly wanted to get closer to him, Murong Chong held a sword in his hand, but his movements were slower than his expression.
No matter how much those guards who were ready to move wanted to kill the enemy, they did not dare to steal Murong Chong's limelight.
Xuancheng really wanted to know how Murong Chong colluded with these remnants of the previous dynasty, how they would work so hard for him, how could Murong Chong be an outsider compared to Fu Jian, compared to the former Qin Dynasty.
"I only want Brother Huang's life, and you can take the rest."
Murong Chong looked straight at him, that kind of eyes, like a duel between life and death.
"Fu Rong, you are destined to be my enemy."
At this time, Xuancheng could still elicit a bleak smile, "Maybe, the ending will be different, you and I will be friends."
The look he gave Murong Chong was also full of confidence.
There was a wave of waves in Xuancheng's heart.
"Murong Chong, you can't take Fu Jian's life away, but you can take mine."
But he watched Murong Chong turn around violently, and he saw with his own eyes that Murong Chong was holding a phoenix blood sword.
"The only thing I can do while he's thrusting his body into me is to thrust this sword into his body."
At that moment, Xuancheng thought it was over, he would witness his relatives being killed by another person.
And this person is the person in his dream in white that he has been thinking about.
The strength came from nowhere, and as soon as his feet left the ground, his body flew up.
Leaping into the air, he landed firmly in front of the sharp blade, blocking Murong Chong's attack with his hands.
Xuancheng really forgot that this body belonged to Fu Rong.
Fu Rong was a former general of the Qin Dynasty. His martial arts were world-class and he was called the Martial God of the Northern Kingdom. How could he have watched Fu Jian be killed.
Perhaps, Fu Jian's calm demeanor was based on this foundation. He believed in him, the younger brother who was a compatriot of his own mother and martial arts had finally returned.
Even if only for a moment.