The warm sunshine breaks through the clouds, and the rays of rays shine across the earth.
The mottled corpses were mixed with blood and dried in the sun.
I can hardly open my eyes!
A voice of relief seemed to ring in my ears: "Oh, it would be much better if I had a gold medal to avoid death!"
My heart was twisted into a rope, and all the pain and sorrow in the world seemed to be gathered in my eyes.
Pang Xiu didn't have a son until he was nearly sixty. How could God be so cruel and let this old man suffer the pain of losing a son in his twilight years?
No one dared to say anything. Even Hanyang, who was always noisy, silently shut up and stared straight ahead.
Imperial physician Wang Bo's lips trembled and his eyes were dazed.
"See, this is the tyrant!" Shakshe shouted at the headless corpse with the fork in his hand.
No one answered him, and even the wind stopped.
"Xia Yan is a murderous person. In order to win the throne, he killed everyone. We, the Yan Kingdom, made this move to support justice. The Crown Prince of the Yan Kingdom acted on behalf of heaven and helped you kill this tyrant! This person is the personal bodyguard beside the tyrant.
, he helped the tyrant to do something against heaven, and he will end up with a bad death! You all can see it clearly!"
Shakshe's shouts echoed on the field, and every word pierced our hearts!
"Bring the bow and arrows!" Pang Xiu's hoarse voice came from the observation deck.
We all looked up.
The wealthy shopkeeper was standing next to Pang Xiu. As the guardian of the left side of the underground palace, he handed over the bow and arrow with trembling hands without daring to say a word.
The warm wind was refreshing, blowing across the faces of everyone on the battlefield. They had just experienced a brutal fight here, and the smell of blood wafted in the air.
Under the sun, Pang Xiu stretched out his withered hand and held the offered bow and arrow. His back was straight, he drew the bow string in an absolutely standard posture, and his eyes were as bright as a torch.
Shakshe stood opposite, showing a look of contempt, as if to say, "You shoot, I'll shoot you."
——Whoosh! The sound of breaking the wind stimulated everyone's eardrums. Everyone couldn't believe that this arrow was actually shot by an old man in his seventies.
The sharp light crossed the battlefield and shot through the two ropes hanging 'Xia Yan' and Pang Yi with a whoosh.
Kill two birds with one stone!
The corpse fell, accompanied by Rui Xueji's scream.
It turned out that the arrow had grazed Rui Xueji's cheek.
Shakshe looked here in disbelief, as if wondering if he had just hallucinated!
Rui Xueji covered her injured face, stared angrily at a pair of colored lenses and shouted: "Pang Xiu! Your son is already dead, are you still struggling to death? Why don't you surrender quickly!"
Pang Xiu closed his eyes and stood quietly on the observation deck.
I looked up at the Grand Master!
The wound was so deep that the old man didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain, but Rui Xueji aggressively asked him to surrender?
Di Qing walked forward with his body covered in pain, looked at Rui Xueji in the distance and roared: "A woman like you is not worthy of the king's love at all!"
Rui Xueji was disfigured by Pang Xiu's arrow, and was provoked by Di Qing. She immediately ordered in anger: "Cut off Pang Yi's head!"
Yan Xiaoqing looked here expressionlessly. We were only separated by a battlefield distance, but I felt that he was getting further and further away, so far away that people couldn't see what he really looked like.
"stop!"
A mighty group of people walked not far away. When he took a closer look, he saw that it was Xia Huanzhi.
