Chapter 764

On the edge of the battlefield.

The man's steps were not fast, and a veiled woman supported him.

One step at a time, and soon the soles were all wet with blood.

The Gobi is desolate.

There are bodies all over the place.

Among them, there are broken gold armour, and the underground people who have been pierced by swords can also be seen.

Slow body seems to have hurt the man's eyes slowly looking at the corpse mountain corpse sea scene, face numb.

"I won't go there."

Noticing that Mengpo had cast her eyes, the veiled woman stopped and released her hand.

The young man nodded silently and went on alone, crossing the huge battlefield.

A gold soldier around also saw him, but he seemed to forget to stop him and let him step by step to the core area of the battlefield.

"Chief."

"Master."

"The emperor of hell."

……

Although the title is different, but with this seemingly weak man approaching at this time, the high-level of the underground people lowered their noble heads.

There is only one exception.

Meng Po was still standing there, looking at him for a moment.

Yellow sand swept across the sky.

They looked at each other and spoke almost at the same time.

"I'm back."

"I'm back."

As the fuse of the war, the young man didn't expect that the other side would say the same thing to himself. He laughed and then turned his eyes to the man who was still kneeling there with the hilt of the sword.

In front of tens of thousands of Jin Jia, Meng Po, who said that Li's family was full of people, gave up her position and walked quietly behind the young man.

Although heavy casualties, but the Gobi is still vast, but at this time no one spoke, can hear only the wind whistling.

"Stand up."

Gazing at half pay, Li futu, or the young man named Yan Di, spoke slowly.

The towering man in command of 100000 gold armour bowed his head, held the hilt of his sword and said nothing.

No one could see his face.

For ten years.

The first time they met was in Luqi mountain. He was called to roll face to face.

The second time, at the wedding scene of the State Guesthouse, there was no communication between them at that time.

The third time.

It's now.

Regret?

Humiliation?

Don't you like it?

I don't think so.

Looking at the yellow sand rolled to his feet by the wind, Li Zhengrong seemed to have a gentle face,

the king, who knelt down among the armies and had no one to rival in the army, laughed inexplicably.

"I'd like to die to end this grudge."

He hung his head and spoke again.

It seems similar to what Meng po said just now, but it seems to have a different meaning.

"End? What are you going to end with? Li Zhengrong, do you think your life is very valuable? "

Li futu, with a cold face, suddenly stepped forward and kicked Li Zhengrong in the chest.

Although injured, but this foot, or directly this 100000 gold armour of the Supreme Commander kicked out.

Emperor he Kyushu in the side to see in the eyes, did not stop the meaning.

In the traditional concept of the Dragon Kingdom, the son treats his father like this. However, although he seldom goes out of the central sea, he can see clearly the gratitude and resentment among the three generations of the Li family.

Even if he is a king, he doesn't know how to judge which is right or wrong.

"Stand up."

Li Zhengrong fell four or five meters away, holding his hand on the ground, and drops of blood fell from his mouth to the ground.

"Futu, I know that we Li family are ashamed of you. Is the life of me and Zhengrong not enough to eliminate the resentment in your heart?"

Li Kaijiang didn't go to help his son. The old man, who has been living a hard life, now stands in the sand, and his face is too old.

Li futu breathes heavily and still stares at Li Zhengrong.

"Young master, so many people have died. Forget it."

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

A figure from behind slowly toward the eye of the storm.

Li futu's eyes flickered and he turned his head.

“…… Zeng Bo

This is an old man with white temples, dressed in ordinary clothes, but his appearance obviously brought a big impact to Li futu.

"I didn't expect the young master to remember me."

He looked at the young man who had grown up completely, with a kind look, a sigh and a deep memory.

"If the young lady knows what the young master has achieved, she will be very pleased."

Li futu's hands gradually tightened.Although not seen for ten years, the old man named Zeng Qing has always remembered his kindness of serving his mother diligently.

"Young master, before she left, she once left a last wish that you should not hate the Li family and immerse yourself in hatred. Now, tens of thousands of people have died, and she devoted herself to Buddhism before she died..."

The deserted one family villa of feicui garden was once the only housekeeper and servant.

The gale is whistling and blowing across the Gobi. The wind is more and more bleak.

As if tens of thousands of dead souls were wailing.

Li futu raised his head and closed his eyes slowly.

At this moment, no one dare to disturb.

Even Mengpo kept silent.

The picture of his mother's dying came back to him.

The woman, who had been compassionate all her life, was still holding her child's hand, with a pale but gentle smile, telling him not to be blinded by hatred.

Because of my mother's will.

That's why he has never committed a crime to the high gate mansion in Kyoto City.

This is the only filial duty he can do to his mother.

The scene was quiet, almost silent.

He Jiuzhou took advantage of the opportunity to see the old master of the Li family.

There is no doubt that Li Kaijiang deliberately found and brought this housekeeper.

Ginger is old and spicy.

At the moment, the only thing that can stop the young man is the woman buried at the foot of the Lushan Mountain, who is dead but doesn't complain.

In order to compensate his comrades in arms who died, Li Kaijiang brought the other party's orphan daughter into Li's house and trained her as a child's daughter-in-law.

At that time, the government and the public praised such a kind and righteous act.

Is there a mistake?

It seems right.

Is it wrong for Li Zhengrong, as a son of man, to uphold his father's orders and repay his father's kindness?

It seems to be the same.

It's really hard to tell which one is right and which one is wrong in the three generations of gratitude and resentment. We can only say It's fate.

When the pain relieved, Li Zhengrong stood up slowly, stretched out his hand, and gradually untied his armor.

"Li family, from now on out of the court hall, I will send Haotian out of the country and forbid him to return to his country all his life."

The armor representing the supreme power fell to the ground.

This man, who was in public, still had blood around his mouth.

"I, Li Zhengrong, would like to build a thatched cottage at the foot of Lushan Mountain, so as to save my life."

Li Kaijiang's lips trembled unconsciously, but he didn't utter any words and closed his eyes slowly.

He Jiuzhou's eyes were complicated and he sighed.

After this battle.

Li's family was in full swing.

He died after all.