Ying Wuchen's arrogant appearance here was beyond everyone's expectation, except Master Yinglang.
Zhou's generals were even more caught off guard. They didn't know how to react and looked at Ying Wuchen blankly.
The slender figure, the black hair splashed with ink, and the jade profile, standing on the tall building of the gray-black city wall, are like paintings carved into the wall, carefully carved.
"Young Master Zhou was killed by me. The murderer you want is here. Open the city gate." Ying Wuchen stood in front of General Zhou and repeated it again without any hurry. His quiet black eyes were calm and he looked at him calmly.
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"Master Yinglang, this is your son's personal admission of killing my young master." General Zhou quickly came to his senses. He ignored Ying Wuchen and faced Master Yinglang, "Killing requires a life, and my young master cannot die in vain!"
What they want is Ying Wuchen's life, and what they want is for Master Yinglang to let go.
"Jiulang, have you figured it out?" Master Yinglang's eyes were deep and full of complex emotions, which were difficult to understand.
Ying Wuchen raised his hands high, folded his palms, and bowed deeply: "The love of Aye's upbringing is etched in my heart. If my son is unfilial, he cannot serve Aye until he grows old."
Seeing that he had decided to go, Master Ying sighed heavily, held his arms with both hands, lifted him up, looked at him with deep eyes for a moment, and just patted his arm silently without saying anything more.
The two of them had reached a tacit agreement silently, and Ying Wuchen had agreed to separate from the Ying family.
Ying Wuchen saluted Mr. Ying again, straightened his back, and spoke calmly to the people with eager eyes below the tower: "Mr. Zhou, please don't let my unmarried wife get married quickly if you want to. I
I accidentally killed him. I thought there was justice in this world, but now I know that the eagle's claws are sharp and can kill the sun and the moon.
This is my fault. I have implicated the people of Ganling and treated my relatives badly. This is my sin. Please accept my three bows and reduce my sin."
After saying that, Ying Wuchen took a step back and bowed solemnly to the people downstairs.
The faces of the common people began to look solemn. Only then did General Zhou realize Ying Wuchen's intention and wanted to step forward to stop him, but was stopped by Ying Erlang and others without leaving any trace.
After three bows, Ying Wuchen pulled out the dagger from his sleeves.
"Jiulang——" A familiar voice came faintly from the wind, and Ying Wuchen pursed his lips slightly with a faint smile.
With a twist of his wrist, the tip of the knife was aimed at his chest. Ying Wuchen raised his head and looked at the bright sun: "The clouds do not cover the sun, and justice does not tolerate evil. Today I have troubled you all, and I am willing to repay it with my life. Please prime minister - open
City gate!"
The last three words were spelled out particularly hard, and as soon as he finished speaking, the knife entered his chest, and blood spattered.
Achi, who was galloping, took Jun Ci, who was dressed in scarlet red, and rushed to the city gate. He happened to hear the words "open the city gate."
The city gate did not open, so she jumped up the high wall. The guards on the city tower were stunned because Ying Wuchen committed suicide. When Jun Ci landed on the city tower and they reacted, someone had already recognized Jun Ci, and they
Never stopped.
Ying Wuchen fell into the arms of Ying Erlang and Ying Lang's master. Jun Ci rushed over and took him back forcefully. His eyes met with his, and his blood-stained hand stretched out, and Jun Ci immediately grabbed it.
"I'm leaving. From now on..." Ying Wuchen's last words were in a very low voice, "You have to fight alone and protect yourself."
After he left, Jun Ci lost his identity as Ying Jiulang's fiancée.
However, Jun Ci and the Zhou family had a son-killing feud, so Zhou Rong had no intention of remarrying.
It's just that next, he can't be by her side to give her advice. Fortunately, she is no longer the lamb to be slaughtered in the past.