"Kong Youci..." Hua Wuxie looked at her worriedly.
Hua Wuxie and I stood back to back, fighting together against the surrounding Qing soldiers...
But without any foundation in martial arts, I was shaking like a leaf shaking in the wind.
Suddenly I saw the whistle on Hua Wuxie's waist. I remembered that he said that it was given to him by his master, and that Guan Jian could save his life at any time. Could it be?
I quietly pulled out the whistle and held it in my hand.
"The women around you are all so great."
Dorgon dragged Kong Youci, who could no longer walk, and threw Kong Youci like a straw at Hua Wuxie: "It depends on you. Can you take away two women by yourself? I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to protect yourself.
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But if you keep Yuan Ziyi, I can let you live, and you can also take away this woman who is disguised as a man. How about this deal? "
"I won't trade the one I love, so don't be wishful thinking."
Hua Wuxie didn't consider Dorgon's proposal at all.
"Do you have the ability to take them away? Yes, you impressed me today. I believe you will become a great weapon in the future, but you are not my opponent yet.
Apart from the fact that you are alone and weak, even if you are lucky enough to replace Yuan Chonghuan, we will have to compete to find out who will win."
Dorgon's expression was indifferent, and he even disdained to sneer.
"Wuxie, I know you don't like me..."
Kong Youci, who was clinging to Hua Wuxie's arm, said weakly, "But I want you to remember me for the rest of your life. Taking Yuan Ziyi away is my blessing to you. As for me, who is like a burden, I can't do it anyway."
Those who are willing to be slaves to the subjugation of their country..."
As he said this, Kong Youci rushed towards Dorgon as if he was dead, and Dorgon subconsciously pierced the threat to him with his sword...
"Kong Youci."
Hua Wuxie shouted so loudly that it was deafening around me, and my vision was blurred...
Kong Youci's body slowly fell down, like a beautiful petal...withered instantly, and withered...
I put the whistle to my lips, and the notes of "mystery" sounded softly along with the whistle. Is this a movement of death or a hope of life?
Just let me take a gamble.
Death, or go home...
Live in peacetime, or die in a bloody battle... God, you will still guide me this time...