No matter how long the road is, there is an end, and the bluestone boundary marker is already in sight, He Lianzheng showed a smile, the smile was as pure as a child, as high and bright as the sky.
Then he took one last step forward.
"boom."
He fell down in front of the boundary marker, and half of his body passed the boundary marker.
A mouthful of blood sprayed on the base of the white stone, dripping with shock.
"King!"
San Falcon rushed over, turned He Lianzheng over to sit up, and when his eyes touched Helian Zheng's face, his heart was shocked.
At some point, He Lianzheng's brows showed a layer of greenness, which made his face paler. The almost transparent and bloodless white covered his usual healthy and healthy complexion, showing a bit of lifelessness.
Misun's sight slowly fell.
He Lianzheng fell, and the cloak that had been wrapped for a day fell away, and he saw a dagger sticking out near Helian Zheng's heart.
The dagger went straight to the hilt, because it hadn't been pulled out, and there was almost no blood on the surroundings, but when San Falcon saw the position, he felt dark in front of his eyes.
For a moment, the light and shadow were dazzled, and the scene in front of the king was pulled away last night. He also vaguely saw a flash of white light, but he ignored it because he was in a hurry to pull the king away.
With such an injury, Wang insisted on the last part of the road
San Falcon was so ashamed that he was about to cry, his throat was clogged with sweet blood, and he couldn't speak a word, but He Lianzheng slowly opened his eyes and smiled.
He smiled without any regrets, his smile was bright but not gloomy, and he said softly: "My good brother, don't cry, in fact, without this knife, I... can't live."
San Falcon shook his body and looked at him in astonishment.
He Lianzheng's eyes slowly drooped, looking at the back of his hand... Yes, he couldn't live, because he had already been poisoned.
The woman on the mountain that day was also the person of the other party. The moment he stretched out his hand to support her, she spread a layer of poison, and then a layer of poison was also spread on the sword that killed the four wolves. The poison on the top and back will come out violently, and the moment the blood of the four wolves splashed on him, he was poisoned.
That day when he was in front of Mayu Pass, he didn't think of the result. The moment he was poisoned, he immediately understood-the mountain people are simple, and a little herbal medicine must be given away. How can they know that they want money like a businessman
Got it, it's too late.
That's why the other party dared to chase after him endlessly, because they thought they could collect his body at any time, and they were infinitely shocked because he never fell down.
So he is not in a hurry to go back to the grassland, because going back will not save his life, and the grassland without him will be better used by Zhiwei.
Very good, very good, when he knew that he was going to die, he suddenly felt relieved.
Then there is only one thing left, while they think they must die halfway, they will kill everyone all the way, and he can be sure that the other party is just a single group, manipulated from a distance, before capturing or killing him I don't want to alert the government, but he has the medicine presented by Zong Chen, which can't cure the poison, but can continue his life.
That's enough.
He Lianzheng smiled happily, bleeding out from the laugh.
San Falcon was about to draw his sword in tears, but He Lianzheng held down his hand.
"Give me some strength..." he said, "I still have something to tell you."
San Falcon knelt behind him and supported his shoulders. The two of them looked at the end of the vast grassland together, and a huge red sun was rising vigorously.
Ten thousand feet of golden light shot over like a sharp sword, covering the pale cheeks of the man with gemstone eyes, his eyes flowed like gold in an instant.
"It's so nice... the grassland." He Lianzheng, bathed in the golden light, said softly, "San'er, I can't die on the border of the grassland for no reason."
He died here inexplicably, and he was worried that the people in the court would still use it against Zhiwei.
San Falcon gave a soft "hmm".
He Lianzheng rolled his eyes with difficulty, and looked at him softly.
San Falcon was considered the shrewdest of the Eight Biao, and he felt that the last matter was not so difficult for him.
"So, I have wronged you."
He Lianzheng lowered his eyelashes, his eyes showed a faint apology. For a man in the prairie, the most terrible thing is not death, but violating the will of Changshengtian, betraying his brother, dying and being unable to be a hero, and being infamous for thousands of years. refer to.
This is really a terrible crime, but at this moment he wants Sanhyun to bear it.
San Falcon was still staring at the sun obsessively, looking straight at it like that, as if he wanted to be dazzled by the light, and never see the darkness in this world.
Immediately, he suddenly said in a wrong way: "King, you are a hero."
He Lianzheng remained silent, smiled proudly for a while, and said, "I think I am too."
San Falcon said again: "Me too." He thought for a while and added, "You know I am."
He Lianzheng gave a "huh" and said, "The greatest luck in my life is to be with you, to live together, and to die together."
"Me too."
After this conversation, there was another long silence, and the two cuddled together to look at the sun, with the empty winter grassland behind them.
In the sun, an elk leaped lightly, its grayish-yellow fur splashed with golden and reddish light.
The beautiful elk did not attract any attention from the two of them. They just looked at the sun obsessively. It rose like this today, and they would never see it set again, so they had to take another look.
He Lianzheng leaned on San Falcon's shoulder and said softly, "Change the direction."
San Falcon didn't ask any more questions, and turned his body to the south, in the direction of the Imperial Capital.
He Lianzheng looked at the imperial capital where there was no sunlight, and a erratic smile gradually appeared on the corner of his lips. In a trance, a carriage rumbled past many years ago. He laughed and smashed the glass with his finger. In the dim sedan chair, she turned her face quickly, Yellowish complexion, shockingly delicate profile.
In the blink of an eye, the grassland of spring changed again, his people gathered like a flock of sheep, and he hugged her, riding a flying horse on the clouds and flying down, his silver cloak and her black fox fur slapped each other and danced wildly , drawing a flowing arc in the dazzling sunlight.
He Lianzheng's smile became stronger and stronger, and his breathing became lighter and lighter.