Jin Wushu could not answer.
"Dad, you promised me that you would treat your mother well in this life and never imprison her or slap her again. However, you killed her and you actually wanted to kill her... I saw it with my own eyes. I will never again." I won’t believe you anymore…”
That was the inner emotional support that collapsed!
Lu Wenlong firmly protected his mother, half-hugging her, retreating step by step, while Jin Wushu approached step by step. He didn't know what he was chasing, and even forgot what the purpose of this trip was. To kill them? Kill all these people
Hua Rong, she is an enemy of the Kingdom of Jin. They stole the tribute silver from the Kingdom of Jin. Shouldn’t she be killed
Lu Wenlong, he is the son of an enemy general, and now he has turned against himself. Shouldn't they kill him? Shouldn't it
To kill or not to kill
He looked at what was happening in front of him and behind him. They were all the Jin army, Da Jin's ever-victorious Guaizima, and elite and sharp infantry. In order to hunt down Gong Yin, he dispatched a considerable part of Da Jin's elite troops.
The purpose is to kill! Kill them all as a warning to others.
Have to kill!
He looked at Hua Rong, then at Lu Wenlong, and for a moment, he found that they were both so strange; it was as if he had never known them before. Even he was a stranger.
He thought, who is Jin Wushu? Who is the Fourth Prince
He didn't know either. He just held up his Fangtian painted halberd and walked forward step by step. Behind him, with every step he took, the heavy armor equipment moved one step with it, overwhelming and making a sound, like a pack of wolves looking at the vast ocean. The few dozen people who survived were defeated.
(Wednesday afternoon)
That was murderous intent. Lu Wenlong was so frightened. It was the murderous intent that his father was forcing him step by step.
He didn't even dare to ask, tears rolled down and fell on Hua Rong's white hair.
Hua Rong regained consciousness for a moment and said in a low voice: "My child, I'm really sorry for you, I'm sorry..."
"Don't say it, don't say it..." He was almost yelling, hating her equally. Why, why did he have to open such a terrible wound today? It has been hidden for so long, why not keep hiding it
But he pities her, more than anyone else. It has long been unknown how kind her biological mother is, but her tiger skin skirt, her big black horse, her sencha cooking, her sacrifice of saving lives... She is the most kind person in this world. The best person for yourself.
She is her own mother, and she is at the end of her rope!
This strong emotion was much deeper than his father. After all, his father had never sacrificed his life to save him. He even saw a fierce look in his father's eyes - did he also kill himself
He thought, his father is crazy, no, he is no longer his father, no, he is just a crazy and crippled wild wolf. The fourth wild wolf prince! Lu Wenlong suddenly remembered that when he was hunting when he was a child, he always hated wolves and wanted to hunt wolves, but his father and Dajin's warriors all liked wolves so much. It turned out that they were all wolves. He was different from them, so It is the aesthetic difference between the two races.
Hua Rong moved with his footsteps, and even though the pain all over her body gradually numbed her mind, she could still feel his trembling. This poor child, he completely collapsed. She whispered gloomily: "Son, let go I… "
He roared angrily: "Don't call me son, I am not your son... I am Mrs. Lu's son..." He called his mother "Mrs. Lu"! He didn't know who Mrs. Lu was, and he didn't have any feelings for her. However, his anger was directed at her - Hua Rong, why wasn't she his biological mother? Ever since he was a child, he has thought and firmly believed that she was his biological mother, and he has never doubted it.
It turns out that all this was just a deception.
I have no father or mother, I am an orphan. An orphan whose whole family was massacred.
She looked at him with pity, stopped, and tried to get rid of him. She knew that Jin Wushu had not issued a killing order to him yet, and there was still a possibility for him to escape. Still holding on to ridiculous illusions, Jin Wushu, Should he at least let him go? Women are like clothes, but children are the father and son who have been with him for more than ten years.
"Son, let's go... let's go..."
Lu Wenlong burst into tears and hugged her shoulders: "Mom, how could I leave you alone? Mom... you are my mother, you are my mother... "
Hua Rong finally burst into tears. Originally, she had always thought that she would never shed tears again.
Behind it, there was a surge.
That was King Qin. He was supported by his loyal arrangements and rushed over to get close to Hua Rong. The remaining cry in his mouth was: "Girl, girl..."
Even if I have to die, I will die with her.
Hua Rong was disturbed by the sound. He opened his eyes tiredly and looked at the approaching figure. He was so tall and staggered. He was not dead! He is still alive. Even if he is lingering, it is the greatest encouragement to her. She can no longer bear the men in her life dying in front of her one by one.
No, can't!
You cannot die before yourself.
Even if he dies, he will die in front of him! Everyone is pursuing immortality. In fact, they don't know that sometimes, living too long is more cruel. Being able to die in front of some people is also a blessing.
At this moment, everything in my heart and eyes was him.
He is the only one in this world.
Her eyes lit up, she straightened up, raised her legs, wanted to get closer to him, and called him: "Qin Shangcheng... King Qin..."
He actually heard this gnat-like sound, and was full of smiles. However, his face was blurred with flesh and blood, and she couldn't see the smile. He was eager to rush over immediately.
But Lu Wenlong helped her up in panic, looking at the Jin army coming in like a tide, not knowing where to go - even more frightened than when he was attacked by Hailing. Because there were big snakes at that time, and mother. Now, mother is no longer alive, advance and retreat. , you can only make your own decisions.
It has nothing to do with the level of martial arts. Making the decision is sometimes more terrifying than having low martial arts. He couldn't judge and couldn't choose. He could only watch his father jump on the black horse again. At this moment, the fourth prince suddenly woke up! - Dad, his injuries were not fatal, and they were nothing in his war career. Compared with his mother’s injuries, his injuries were not worth mentioning at all.
This was a battle with a huge disparity in outcome. Lu Wenlong, a young boy, seemed to have become the commander-in-chief of the enemy. He was playing a game of chess, hesitant about what move to make.
But the fourth prince, he was still the fourth prince with a firm command. Facing the enemy who was at the end of his rope, he methodically said: "Cut off the head of King Qin, and the rest will not be held accountable!"
Wu Qimai was also covered in blood. He was holding a machete and looking at the fourth prince dumbfounded. Even he was shocked by the crazy fighting. He was the only outsider who fully knew the identities of Hua Rong and Lu Wenlong. After so many years, I came here and kept this secret with the fourth prince. Unexpectedly, one day, we would turn against each other.
He also experienced the horror of war for the first time. At this time, he suddenly woke up. Especially so, he was even more afraid. He turned around and looked at the white-haired figure in the crowd. He saw the "little prince" with frightened eyes and murmured. Said: "Hua Rong... what should we do with her and the little prince?"
Jin Wushu shouted again: "Cut off the head of King Qin, and the rest will not be held accountable."
All the people immediately abandoned the strange "white-haired witch" mother and child and turned to King Qin. The few remaining troops, under the siege of the enemy, were like a lonely boat trapped in the vast ocean, and would be completely swallowed up at any time.
The area around the venue suddenly became empty. There was only Lu Wenlong and Hua Rong. He supported his mother, looking confused.
"Cut off the head of King Qin, and the rest will not be held accountable."
Those were the soldiers who were delivering the order, waving the black triangular flag of the Jin Army loudly.
Even Wu Qimai breathed a sigh of relief.
Lu Wenlong also breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Jin Wushu and said, "Father, that's his father. He didn't want to kill him!" But Hua Rong's last breath seemed to be about to fall. She searched anxiously. King Qin was in danger, and the man like an iron tower was about to fall completely. If he died, what would she do
She didn't know where the strength came from, she pushed her son away and rushed towards King Qin. Even if she died, she couldn't die behind him.
Lu Wenlong chased after him in panic: "Mom, it's dangerous, mom... stop..."
Next to King Qin was the Jin army, which was coming like a tide. The dozens of brave soldiers who survived by chance were still fighting to trap the beasts, but they fell into a pool of blood one by one. King Qin was supported by two guards. , the leopard's eyes were wide open and he glared angrily, but he couldn't muster the strength. Never at any time had he hated so much: Trash, trash King Qin! I didn't expect that you would also become a waste.
But he still couldn't lift his breath. He was spinning in circles. If it weren't for the support of the people next to him, he would have fallen down long ago.
"Qin Shangcheng... Qin Shangcheng... King Qin..."
Vaguely, this voice did not come from the sky, nor from below, or even from his own ears, but from his heart. It was so strange. He opened his eyes wide and watched her rushing towards her from the crowd, her face full of anxiety. —
White hair, beauty!
She has lost the whole world, leaving only her white hair.
King Qin watched helplessly as she fell into the encirclement of the Jin army. The bow and arrows were gone, replaced by a big knife. He picked it up at random and had cut a gap. It was bright and full of blood flowing down the green peak...
"Cut off the head of King Qin, and the rest will not be held accountable."
In the melee, it was naturally impossible for the order to be implemented, not to mention that some distant Jin soldiers did not hear the order at all. They attacked the white-haired witch with swords and guns without mercy. If she did not die, the battle would continue.
Her nerves were numb, and so was her consciousness. Hua Rong looked at the enemies surrounding her like a tide. She suddenly woke up at this moment, and suddenly remembered what was most important: The most important thing was that Zhao Deji hadn't been killed yet! He will never be killed in this life. He is still in Lin'an, sitting back and relaxing, enjoying the greatest glory and wealth in the world, and continuing to do evil.
However, this is not the most important thing. It is his son, the little tiger head. He wants to see him again, even if it is the last time. He cannot let him wait forever.
Even, this is not the most important thing! The most important person was right in front of her and within her power. She turned her eyes, but her body was shackled and could no longer turn, so she could only twist her head to see him.