Liu Zi was stunned. With trembling hands, he looked at Lu Luo's body in front of him and the arrow feather between his eyebrows.

"Ah!!!" He growled in pain: "I want you to pay with your life!!!"

He picked up the soft sword in Luluo's hand and swung it away. The six sons were born with infinite strength, and they overturned and killed the dead soldiers who came up one by one.

Tang Wanqiu frowned slightly, and all the dead soldiers in the darkness appeared.

But Liu Zi's strength could not be compared to the softness of Green Radish. There were enemies in all directions. After more than a hundred back and forth, his physical strength was almost exhausted.

The leader of the dead warriors stood up, dragging a long stick in his hand. He looked at Liu Zi who was pressed to the ground by ten people, lifted it up, and struck it with a stick.

The calf bone was broken in response, and Liuzi didn't scream. He endured the severe pain and stared at everyone in front of him hatefully. His body was covered with scars as if he didn't know the pain.

Tang Wanqiu did not intend to touch the Xiao family, so he raised his hand and asked the dead man to tie up the six sons again and throw them aside, and then ordered others to remove the rag from Xiao Wushang's mouth.

She asked: "You seem to have something to say?"

The young man's eyes were scarlet: "Why should she be buried with you? Why!"

Xiao Wushang stood alone, surrounded by corpses, the smell of blood filled his nose, and his figure was desolate and lonely.

The young man rushed over with red eyes, holding the coffin tightly with a pair of slender and beautiful fingers. He looked at the girl lying inside. Her delicate face was pale and bloodless, and the blood around her mouth was dazzling.

Hearing this, Tang Wanqiu seemed to have heard a joke. She stood up, walked to Xiao Wushang and patted his face: "Xiao Wushang, you seem a little naive. The first family more than ten years ago was me, Tang.

Home, more than ten years later, remains the same."

Seeing them slowly lowering the coffin into the pit for burial, the veins on the boy's neck popped out: "No!!! No!!!!"

Tang Wanqiu looked at him condescendingly: "Zhao Jinjin is the most noble among the noble ladies in Kyoto. This is the reason."

Xiao Wushang was controlled by several dead men and watched helplessly as the coffin was closed and sealed with eighteen nails.

Tang Wanqiu didn't expect that he would really scream. She was stunned and immediately laughed: "Hahaha, if your father Xiao Qing had been half as flexible and flexible as you, he wouldn't have died tragically."

Tang Wanqiu thought for a moment and suddenly laughed: "The Aijia would like you to learn two dog barks for the Aijia."

"Can you let her go? I promise...this matter can be treated as if it never happened."

The young man kneeling on the ground paused. He looked at the weak Shen Jingyuan in the coffin and tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Jinjin, it's okay, I will protect you."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Wushang lowered his head and suppressed the anger in his heart as he spoke out word after word: "Woof... woof..."

The fists on the young man's side turned white. After a while, he landed on one knee, then knelt down together, put his hands on his knees, lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows: "Please... let Jin Jin go."

Liuzi, who was thrown in the corner, couldn't help but shed tears as he watched Xiao Wushang suffer so much humiliation.

Tang Wanqiu sat back on the sandalwood chair, leaned back lazily on the chair and sneered: "Since you think it's impossible, then just build the coffin!"

Xiao Wushang lowered his eyes: "You can let me go if I scream twice? Ridiculous!"

Tang Wanqiu smiled: "So, she is worthy of my Qi'er."

She clearly understood Xiao Wushang's pride. Such humiliation was nothing more than trampling him into the mud. She was going to die, so why bother to torture him?

"Don't... Wushang..." Her voice sounded hoarse.

"Aijia's shoes are dirty, please clean them up for Aijia."

The soil covered the mahogany coffin bit by bit, completely turning it into a tomb.

Tang Wanqiu's smile gradually fell: "The Ai family did not say that they would really let her go. After such a long delay, my son must have been waiting underground in a hurry. You just knelt down to apologize to him."

The dead men nodded in response, and another group of Xiao family dead men chasing after them suddenly appeared in the darkness. Both sides were alert and immediately started fighting.

That's too much!

Tang Wanqiu looked at him condescendingly: "Kneel down and beg me."

Tang Wanqiu didn't feel anything when he saw that he had lost hundreds of dead soldiers. He only laughed wildly in the sky: "Xiao Wushang, the Ai family wants you to watch your beloved woman bury my son with your own eyes today! It's like ten years ago."

Seven years ago, Xiao Qing watched your mother being skinned to death!"

Xiao Wushang shook his head quickly: "You are crazy! There is no benefit in offending the Zhao and Qin families."

The young man knelt on the ground, his eyes were bloodshot: "I want to."

After saying this, the dead soldiers lifted the coffin lid that was spattered with blood and slammed it down on top of the coffin. The two of them pushed the coffin lid closed little by little.

"Then just call twice and listen. If you please the Ai family, you can say anything."

Shen Jingyuan was lying in the coffin and could not see what was going on outside. He could only hear the harsh and unpleasant sound of swords clashing.

When Shen Jingyuan heard the sound, he immediately started struggling in the coffin.

The young man clenched his fists and said bitterly: "How can you let Jin Jin go?"

After saying that, a pair of brocade moiré shoes appeared in front of Xiao Wushang. Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, Tang Wanqiu raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"what do you want?"

"She is the only daughter of the Zhao family! She is also the most favored child of the Qin family!"

Tang Wanqiu raised his foot and kicked him: "Seal the coffin!"

The young man made a decision. He slowly lifted up his clean sleeves and bent down. He held Tang Wanqiu's shoes and wiped the blood on them little by little.

"Remember, your Xiao family will always be stepped on by the Tang family!"

He turned his head and cried out for the first time: "Please, let her go. I can help you with whatever you want."

The young man raised his head suddenly, staring at Tang Wanqiu with a pair of red eyes, murderous intent and evil aura rolling inside.

The Xiao family had hundreds of people following Xiao Wushang to protect him, but in late Tang Dynasty, a thousand people were prepared in the forest. In addition, there were guards guarding Yunqi's cemetery, and the Xiao family's dead soldiers were completely defeated.

Xiao Wushang was protected in the center by the last few dead soldiers. At this time, sharp arrows were shot out from the darkness, and the dead soldiers fell to the ground one after another.

"Let it go?" Tang Wanqiu laughed: "What can you give in exchange?"

As soon as the words fell, the dead soldiers immediately covered the coffin. Darkness enveloped Shen Jingyuan. As she lay in the square coffin, she could only hear the sound of nails being hammered down and the young man's angry and mournful voice.

Tang Wanqiu nodded with satisfaction: "As a good dog under the Ai family, the first thing is to be obedient. Do you want me to let Zhao Jinjin go?"

People can't live long underground. Tang Wanqiu looked at the crazy young man in front of him and couldn't help but laugh: "No matter how many years go by, you Xiao family members will be treated like beasts by the Ai family."

She walked over and patted Xiao Wushang's face: "Look, how pitiful he is."

After saying that, Tang Wanqiu ordered people to dispose of all the corpses, and throw them together with the green radish into mass graves to feed the wolves.

Xiao Wushang and Liu Zi were tied to the trees in the forest, and their direction was exactly facing the burial place in front of them.
Chapter completed!