The guards around him stopped moving. Jin Wushu pressed his hands on his waist. As if he was struck by lightning, he subconsciously swung the Fang Tian Painted Halberd. It was completely out of instinct, the instinct to fight the enemy. He didn't even know who the enemy was, he only knew how to kill. Kill... Seeing that Fang Tian's painted halberd was about to slash at Hua Rong's chest, with this strike, even ten Hua Rong were completely destroyed...
A pear blossom spear picked up his Fang Tian painted halberd. The young man's bravery was in sharp contrast with his weakness. When he exerted his strength, he was completely defeated by the pear blossom spear; then, when the young man exerted his strength, the tiger was like a tiger. With the power of thunder, he heard a heavy thud to the ground, and his Fangtian Painted Halberd fell to the ground...
For a moment, there were only two pairs of eyes facing each other. His was like a newborn calf; his was like the setting sun.
The tired panting and the boy's eagerness are all the opposites of one color.
It is opposition after all.
Lu Wenlong raised his spear, protected his mother by his side, and stabilized her shaky body. For a moment, he felt that he had grown up, and suddenly turned into a man who stood tall and upright, standing on the top of a mountain, as long as the sky and the earth. Protecting his mother.
If you don’t protect your own mother, who will
Hua Rong leaned on him and realized that this child was already taller than herself. Although his shoulders were still young, he knew how to protect his mother. She leaned against him, her mouth bleeding, and she wanted to smile. But he couldn't smile, he was just flustered. Even at this moment, he had forgotten to continue chasing Jin Wushu. He just wanted to find King Qin and find him. But King Qin, where is he? She was dazzled and hazy, unable to see clearly, her throat was gurgling, and her whole body was aching... Ah, King Qin, where is he
Jin Wushu was surrounded by a group of guards, standing opposite with a bit of condescension.
The young man's pure eyes were full of anger, despair, disbelief, shock, and fear, like the end of the world... He stared blankly at "Dad", completely unable to believe his eyes, and it took him a while to ask: "Dad, You actually want to kill my mother?”
Jin Wushu gasped heavily and was unable to answer. He could no longer speak a complete sentence.
"Dad, you said..."
It was Wu Qimai who answered him: "Because they robbed Dajin's tribute silver, which is our Dajin's tribute! Little prince, you are a Jurchen hero and a little prince of our Dajin Kingdom. How can you and Song Zhu Complicity? Come here quickly..."
Lu Wenlong subconsciously covered his ears: "No, that's not the case... Dad, that's not the case..."
"He's not your father!" A sharp voice sounded, with panic as if his consciousness was about to collapse. Lu Wenlong turned his eyes and looked at his mother, seeing the blood on her face, his heart sank, like a huge hole, like a complete The world, being eaten by insects, will soon be broken bit by bit...
"He is not your father, he is your biggest enemy!..."
Jin Wushu was stunned. He held Fang Tian's painted halberd and wanted to chop it down, but he was so far away that he could do nothing. He could only wave it in vain. It was like a prisoner who suddenly stood on the judgment stand and listened to the doomsday. Judgment, but unable to defend oneself.
Wu Qimai panicked and reprimanded loudly: "Little prince, don't listen to her nonsense..."
"you shut up!"
Lu Wenlong pointed the tip of his spear horizontally at him, his eyes spitting fire.
"Lu Wenlong, listen! During the Jingkang disaster, Jin Wushu led his army to attack Chu'an Prefecture of the Song Dynasty. Your father Lu Deng was the governor of Chu'an Prefecture at the time. He was a great hero and led his army to resist. Later, Because of a spy's tip, Jin Wushu discovered the city's defenses and conquered Chu'an Prefecture in one fell swoop. Your father, Lu Deng, your mother, Mrs. Lu, and nearly a hundred members of your Lu family, all died because of Jin Wushu, the butcher and thief. My child, you are not from the Jin Dynasty, you are from the Song Dynasty! Remember, Jin Wushu was a great sinner and a great evil man. When he attacked the Song Dynasty, he massacred the whole city and killed your whole family. He personally led the Huaiyang Massacre and the Zhuxian Town Massacre. This evil thief killed millions of people in our Song Dynasty... "
Her voice was rusty, but so clear and clear, word for word, without any laxity: "My child, you are from the Song Dynasty! You are the son of Lu Deng, a martyr of the Song Dynasty, and his wife. Your father died for the country, and your mother , committed suicide and died! Even if Jin Wushu raised you, his heinous crimes could not wash away the crimes he committed... "
There was silence in the field, and even the sporadic sounds of fighting stopped. Everyone was stunned by this huge secret. Wanyan Lu Wenlong, his surname is not Wanyan!
He is Lu Wenlong.
Little prince, he is not the son of the fourth prince!
He was the son of Lu Deng, an enemy general of the Song Dynasty.
"Jin Wushu is a ruthless fellow who also likes to be arty and hypocritical in order to raise the enemy's son and then attack the enemy's hometown... Son, look at how cruel he is..."
Lu Wenlong was trembling all over, and wanted to cover his ears, but he didn't dare, couldn't, he just stared at - daddy!
No, it’s not Dad, it’s the enemy.
The story he told, the unintentional sight of Lu Deng's jersey and token, and even his slap - those ominous premonitions, those terrible signs, were all true. He was really Lu Denn's son! All of his parents and relatives died in the hands of this "father" whom he admired most!
Even if you don't care about the people of that city, even if you don't care about the distant relatives of the Lu family, even if you don't care about the servants... But you still have your own parents, your biological parents.
Even if it is an incomparable upbringing, can it offset the lives of more than a hundred people? That is my own hatred of genocide! What's more, this madman even wanted to kill his mother today.
Originally, he didn't believe it. He had been rejecting, rejecting, and subconsciously escaping. No, he was a wise, brave, benevolent and righteous father. He was an elegant, passionate and romantic father. No matter what, he would never do it. He would kill himself and his mother... until today!
All these illusions are shattered. He will, and he will even kill him himself.
This is what Lu Wenlong witnessed with his own eyes. He witnessed with his own eyes how "father" commanded and killed his mother with great enthusiasm! Witnessed with my own eyes how he slapped his mother's chest with Fang Tian's painted halberd at the last moment.
Kill without pity or mercy!
This terrible fact almost defeated the young man. His hands were trembling, his feet were trembling, his whole body was trembling, and his spear was trembling. He just kept protecting his mother, retreating, and retreating again...
"Wenlong... son..."
He didn't know who was calling him, and he was in a daze.
The man in front is the fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom, the king of the Yue Kingdom, the marshal of the capital, the supreme war madman, and the murderous devil—but, he is not his father! no.
At this moment, he didn't hate, and he didn't know what hatred was. He was just extremely afraid, not afraid of death, but afraid of the destruction of a world. That was his best and most youthful youth, youth worship, youth The life experience was completely destroyed.
What a terrible thing.
"Little prince, don't listen to her, she is crazy, that woman has gone crazy..." was Wu Qimai's panicked voice, and he rushed forward, trying to catch Lu Wenlong.
"Stop!" Lu Wenlong shouted violently. He had just entered the stage of changing his voice. The boy's drake voice was so deep and sharp that it sounded very ridiculous. However, no one could laugh.
"Little prince, come here quickly, she is from Song Dynasty, she is lying..."
"Stop, don't take another step!" Lu Wenlong moved the spear and supported his mother's body with one hand. With the other hand, he held the spear tightly. The tip of the spear was pointed at Wu Qimai, his eyes were scattered and confused.
Wu Qimai stopped and did not dare to pursue him again.
The venue was eerily quiet, and all eyes fell on Jin Wushu.
He was also supported by two guards, and the wound was simply treated. His clothes were completely spread out, revealing the powerful clothes inside, and his braids were messy. His whole person showed a kind of malaise.
He didn't care about the weird atmosphere around him. He didn't even look at Lu Wenlong. He just looked at the woman. After saying these words, she was already exhausted. Only the hand holding the bow and arrow was haggard, showing blue veins, and the stained and tired... Blood - blood and cyan will also form a contrast. Until now, she is still holding the weapon tightly, struggling to the death, life and death.
But after all, she was at the end of her strength. She half-closed her eyes and leaned slightly into Lu Wenlong's arms. She was as weak as a child, as if she was smaller and more helpless than Lu Wenlong. Her only support was a pair of young shoulders. That's all.
My mind slowly regained some clarity, and my feet seemed to be pulling out of the crazy mud and abyss. However, it was a huge swamp, firmly adsorbing my body, and I couldn't pull it out or walk out. … As soon as he moved a little, he was dragged back again. He thought, when did he start to fall into madness? And when did she start to fall into madness? Are all the bits and pieces of the past, and the casual tenderness, all fake? All fake
Are you fake? Or is she fake
He could never define the relationship between the two, but he always believed that it was a kind of intimacy, as if they were destined to meet!
It turned out that he couldn't stand the test, and was beaten to pieces by this fight. Only hatred was left.
He turned his eyes and met his son's eyes - the son looked at him in surprise and at a loss. Still no hatred, no hatred at all, just pain, the unique kind of bewildered pain of young people, unbelievable. pain.
He didn't even know what happened. He even completely forgot what Hua Rong said just now, or he didn't hear it at all.
A large tear suddenly rolled out of Lu Wenlong's big eyes, and he said hoarsely: "Why, why is this? Dad, tell me, why is this?"
Jin Wushu was so shocked by the sound of "Abba" that his face turned pale. He opened his mouth, so dry, like a sweet potato that had been burned by the sun. It was gray, without any moisture, shriveled, and lost all the moving and pleasant elements. .
"Dad, why did you kill mom? Why?"
He didn't ask why he wanted to kill his biological parents, he just struggled with the most painful reality. People who have no memory can ignore it, but what about the dear people who get along day and night? Why