Ning Tianxian figured out the whole story. Although he felt sorry for his son, he also knew that his death was by no means accidental.
He knows his son better than his father, how could he not understand the temperament of his second son Ning Ziqian.
But, as a father, he couldn't persuade him. Do he really have to kill his son?
"Ning Tianxian, you heartless person!"
In the distance, Xueduo suddenly cursed loudly.
After yesterday, she was tied to a wooden stake in the camp, and someone took turns watching her. She had fallen asleep due to exhaustion, but now she had woken up. When she heard that Ning Tianxian had arrived, she immediately started to curse.
Ning Tianxian turned around when he heard the sound and looked at Xue Duo who was tied to the wooden stake, with a look of extreme shock on his face.
Ignoring his son and the people in front of him, he staggered to the pillar and looked at the blood on the pillar.
"Are you, Duo'er?!"
"Don't call my name!" Xueduo roared angrily.
"It's really you!" Looking at Xueduo's face, Ning Tianxian's eyes were filled with surprise and joy. He didn't even bother to give orders to his servants. He flew up, cut off the rope on Xueduo's body with one sword, and brought her back.
ground.
"My lord, be careful!"
Seeing his sudden movement, everyone rushed over worriedly.
"Duo'er!" Ning Tianxian ignored him and cut off all the ropes on Xueduo's body. He put the sword aside and helped her pull away the ropes that were still wrapped around her body. "I didn't expect you."
It’s so good to be alive…”
Compared to his joy, Xueduo only had a cold face. Seeing an opportunity, she grabbed the sword on the ground and pressed it directly against Ning Tianxian's throat.
Everyone on the side was shocked.
"Don't move at all!" Xueduo slowly pulled Ning Tianxian to stand up from the ground and shouted coldly.
"Don't move!" Ning Tianxian stopped his friend and asked in confusion, "Duo'er, what are you doing?"
"You started in chaos and finally gave up. You made me wait for more than ten years. What am I going to do? I want your life!" Xueduo shouted.
"Duo'er!" Ning Tianxian raised his hand and grabbed the sword in her hand, turned around suddenly, "I didn't give up, I went to find you, but when I went, they told me that you had already
After jumping off that cliff, I searched for you under the cliff for a whole month, but I couldn't find you. I thought you were dead..."
"I don't believe it!" Xueduo continued to draw his sword.
However, Ning Tianxian just held the sword tightly and did not let go. His palm was cut by the blade, and blood dripped down the sword.
Frowning at his palm, Xueduo gritted his teeth, "Okay, if you want me to believe you, just let go of the sword!"
"Okay!" Ning Tianxian slowly released his fingers.
Xueduo drew the sword back suddenly, and suddenly thrust the sword blade out again.
"Father, be careful!"
"My lord, be careful!"
…
There were several angry shouts all around, and several figures flew up at the same time, including Shen Fengchu.
Ning Ziyu and several martial arts masters joined forces with the Western Shu generals to either protect Ning Tianxian or kill Xueduo, but Shen Fengchu rushed over and blocked Xueduo with his sword.
He didn't care whether he was the King of Western Shu or not, he just knew that Xueduo could not die. If she died, Yunchu would not be alive, and the scene instantly became extremely chaotic.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
There was a sound of weapons clashing.
Ning Ziyu and others escorted Ning Tianxian and retreated. Shen Fengchu stood with his sword straightened, his fingers wrapped around his fingers and held straight.
Behind him, not far away, Lao Ji was holding the blood flower he threw in his hand.