Chapter 795

With that stop, in addition to Fang Weidong stabbing Shi Fuqiu's chest, Shi Jialiang held up the blade ready to fall on Fang Weidong.

"Jialiang, he's your brother." Shi Fuqiu's voice is very low, hoarse and dry.

"My last name is Fang!" Fang Weidong's voice is sluggish, but his words are determined.

The knife Shi Jialiang cut was hanging in the air, and he took it back slowly. He was puzzled by the fact that he had an extra brother out of thin air who had never been masked for more than 20 years.

However, Fang Weidong didn't put down the knife in his hand. He just turned his eyes to the beginning of summer and asked for instructions in his eyes.

At the beginning of summer, he raised his eyebrows slightly and asked Wu Getai, who had just shouted, "what does this mean, Prince five?"

Wu Getai looked back at his eyes, dark and quiet, and pierced into his heart.

At the beginning of summer, Xiao mubai on the city wall had fallen beside him and stood in front of him. He looked at Wu Getai and said, "your sister just rushed over by herself. No wonder ah Chu is the fifth prince."

At the beginning of summer, I just remembered why Wu Getai, who has always had a clear face, just looked at his eyes like that, and his face was instantly covered with a blush.

Although aodengge rile jumped on it by himself, he died under his flying needle after all. Wu Getai helped Xiao Guo a lot today. At the beginning of summer, he felt very guilty.

Wu Getai had a slightly gloomy look. After listening to Xiao mubai's words, he showed a trace of surprise. After a moment, he opened his mouth blandly: "the face of the young marquis is is really changeable."

His voice has recovered its usual clarity, without waves and waves, but at the beginning of summer, he heard a sense of irony.

Think about it. They met three times.

For the first time in early summer, Yi Rong became an ugly face with hanging eyes. For the second time, he used his own face. For the third time, Yi Rong became the ordinary appearance of the original clothes knife. No wonder Wu Ge Tai was dissatisfied.

At the beginning of summer, I didn't know how to reply to him, so I could only smile and bow my hands to see a salute.

Wu Getai took back his eyes, pointed to Shi Fuqiu and said to Xiao mubai, "general Shi, can I take back the Mongols? After all, it's the murderer who shot Bayar."

Xiao mubai nodded and looked at Fang Weidong: "he's exhausted because you've been seriously injured. You've avenged yourself. Just give it to the fifth prince to take it back."

Fang Weidong bit his teeth and slowly retreated against the tip of the knife on his chest.

Shi Fuqiu suddenly used all his strength to grasp Fang Weidong's hands. He must have time to raise his arms. Shi Jialiang only had time to shout: "don't..."

Shi Fuqiu had already held Fang Weidong's hands with a knife and stabbed hard into his heart.

Fang Weidong stared at him in shock.

He thought about this knife day and night, but he never thought that it would finally be inserted into his heart in this way.

The light in Shi Fuqiu's eyes gradually dispersed. When he fell back slowly, Shi Jialiang took two steps forward to hold him in his arms and called out sadly: "Dad..."

"I'd rather die than be humiliated by..." Shi Fuqiu's voice was weak and hoarse. The last few words were hard to say. His eyes kept looking at Fang Weidong, as if waiting for his forgiveness.

Fang Weidong just looked at him, looking at him

Shi Fuqiu had tried to reach out to his hand and raised it half. After all, he dropped down. Shi Jialiang sobbed and asked him, "why?"

Fang Weidong said nothing, still looking at his hand that fell to the ground.

That hand can't be lifted anymore

Xiao mubai didn't think of the sudden change. He looked at Wu Getai with a blush and said hesitantly: "this..."

Wu Ge Tai frowned slightly, pondered for a while, and had to retreat to the next place with a sigh: "then please take the body back to me."

"I hope the fifth prince will not insult his body." Xiao mubai spoke faintly. He knew that Wu Getai only wanted to go back to work with the murderer who shot Bayar, but he didn't want Shi Fuqiu's body, who had been guarding the frontier for many years, to be humiliated.

Despite Shi Fuqiu's treachery this time, there has been no credit and pain over the years.

Against the starry sky full of lights in the city, I couldn't see Xiao mubai's expression in early summer. I only saw his eyes, reflecting candles, bright and burning.

Shi Jialiang didn't expect Xiao mubai to say such a sentence for Shi Fuqiu. Instead, he knelt down and kowtowed to Xiao mubai, with a sad sob in his voice: "the sinner is willing to surrender. Thank you for your kindness."

As soon as Shi Jialiang's words of submission came out, more than 10000 Shi Family soldiers, who were still upright and determined not to fall, slowly knelt down with him.

Wu Getai whispered beside Xiao mubai: "Your Highness King Mo, you are really smart."

Xiao mubai didn't explain what he meant. He just glanced at the carriage that Bayar had come down before, lowered his voice and said gently: "the five Prince brothers are deeply in love. It's really commendable."

Wu Getai's body stiffened, and his smile gradually faded and slowly solidified on his clear face.

At the beginning of summer, I couldn't hear what they were whispering, but I could clearly detect the breath around them, with a little embarrassment for a moment.

In that embarrassment, there was also a trace of tension.

"You..." I just opened my mouth at the beginning of summer. I wanted to ease this inexplicable and haunting dignified breath.

Just at this time, Xiao Yanjun in the distance pointed to Shi Jialiang on his knees and shouted angrily, dissolving the treacherous atmosphere between Wu Getai and Xiao mubai.

"Shi Jialiang, you soft bone, look at your uncle. I'm looking at you."

Shi Jialiang's body in Shi Fuqiu's arms has been carried away. Bian Ding pulled Fang Weidong aside. The rebels have all knelt down. Shi Jialiang looked at Shi Fuqiu's body completely covered by Mongolian sergeants. Then he looked back and stared at Xiao Yanjun: "our father and son are both thanks to you, so we will fall here."

"Presumptuous!" Xiao Yanjun angrily scolded, then looked at the rebels on their knees and laughed absurdly: "If today is a lonely victory, will you still criticize this gift? You will only shed tears of gratitude!"

At the beginning of summer, Xiao mubai's sword was pulled out, and the filmmaker pointed at Xiao Yanjun: "it's all like this. Are you still dreaming about spring and autumn?"

The rebels kneeling on the ground had already trembled and slightly knelt down and stepped back two steps to make way for him when he bullied him forward.

At the beginning of summer, when walking in front, the lotus steps generate wind, and suddenly pull out the ground and soar into the air like a fleeting shadow. The tip of the sword stabbed straight into Xiao Yanjun's heart.

At the beginning of summer, when Xiao Yanjun was about to open a blood flower of his dream in his heart, the shadow three inches away suddenly stopped