Shakshe refused to give up and said: "Xiahou Liancheng is not dead yet."
Yan Xitong snorted coldly: "I admire him if he survived being shot through the heart."
With such words, Shakshe reluctantly ordered the withdrawal of troops.
However, Yan Xitong did not go far. Instead, he formed a bow and arrow array not far from the river. Once someone opened the city gate and came out to collect the corpse, he would shoot them with arrows.
Yan Xitong was really cruel. He did not kill Xiahou Liancheng completely, but let him endure the pain before his death, and let the people in Wancheng witness this pain.
"Don't go!" Liuchi held me down, and I looked at Liuchi with tears streaming down my face.
Liu Chi said lightly: "Yan Xitong is taking revenge."
"revenge?"
"Well, Xia Yan captured Yan Xitong in a design at that time. After Yan Guo's secret guards knew about it, they kept sending people to rescue them, but they all failed. Xia Yan had people throw the half-dead secret guards into the cell and let Yan Xitong see it with his own eyes.
Let them die one by one."
Liu Chi was responsible for guarding the prisoners in the underground palace back then, so he knew these things clearly.
At this moment, I felt helpless and exhausted.
The best way to break your enemy's heart is to have him watch the person he cares about dying.
If no one cares, then this person will be invincible, but if anyone cares, it will be a thousand times more painful than killing him.
The gray sky, the blue city walls, the surging heads on the walls, and their grief-stricken cries... An unprecedented murderous aura filled the sky above Wancheng.
"Yan'er..." Xiahou Liancheng shouted with difficulty while holding on to his failing body.
The grief-stricken cries in the city suddenly stopped. Many people suppressed the grief that was about to come out and listened quietly to the last words of this minister who had been ignored by everyone.
The distance prevented me from seeing clearly the expression on Xia Yan's face, and I could only see Xia Yan's straight back.
"I wanted to see you dominate the world with my own eyes... but now I can't see you... Yan'er... uncle didn't embarrass you this time!"
The last sound disappeared in the wind...
Xia Yan turned around and left when everyone was in grief. No one knew whether he turned away with indifference or because he couldn't bear to watch anymore.
But that doesn't matter anymore.
Because Xiahou Liancheng is dead.
His body was hanging on the armrest, and his meticulously styled hair hung softly on both sides of his face. I cried and laughed at the same time.
Xiahou Liancheng, Xiahou Liancheng, you are such a coward, you still have such an ecstatic posture before you die. From a distance, you look like you are drunk and lying there drunk.
But the tears flowed down disobediently.
Everything is understood.
No wonder when I wanted to kill him last night, when this guy was running for his life, he didn't forget to stuff something into his mouth to eat. At that time, he was still laughing at him in his heart. Did this bastard never eat good food?
Now everyone knows that Xiahou Liancheng has already decided what he is going to do today, so that meal is the last meal he eats...
——Teacher Pang is really powerful. Your talent is only found in heaven. It is rare to see it in the human world.
——Oh, Zhao Kou, you feel refreshed today, your face is rosy, and you look decades younger. This dress is also good, and the color matches your temperament very well.
——In terms of talent, who can compare with our great scholar of the Song Dynasty? Mr. Song is really a model of Confucianism in the Five Kingdoms. How could that reckless man Di Qing know this?