Di Wuya fell back to the ground steadily and stared at the woman lying on the ground not far away.
Di Feimu strode forward and stood side by side with Di Wuya.
The two brothers didn't have any verbal conversation or even eye contact, but they looked at Long Feiyan together and stretched out their big palms at the same time.
"Master, be careful!"
Qingye fell on the ground, looked at Long Feiyan, and shouted.
Before she could move forward, a long sword entered her behind and pierced her body.
"Green leaves."
Qingzhi's eyes widened, he reluctantly stood up and rushed forward.
Yu Jingfeng pulled out the long sword from Qingye, held the sword, turned around and sent it forward.
The long sword sank into Qingzhi's body, and she was forced to stop, her eyes widened, and she couldn't say a word.
Unless they were seriously injured by Di Feimu, the two of them would not have been defeated by Yu Jingfeng.
Long Feiyan looked back at her men, covered her heart, and stood up.
When she raised her eyes, the palm winds of Di Wuya and Di Feimu had already arrived.
"No!"
An extremely familiar voice came from not far away.
When Feng Jiuer appeared on the city wall, it was too late to stop her.
She moved forward quickly, but could only watch helplessly as her mother was struck by the palms of two men, and her body fell heavily to the ground without any movement.
"mother."
Feng Jiuer came to Long Feiyan and picked her up from the stiff ground.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?
Mother, wake up! Mother, mother."
Her shouts were so heartbreaking that the entire city wall almost shook.
Qiao Mu quickly came over and knelt beside Feng Jiu'er.
Four people, Feng Yandong, Feng Yannan, Feng Yanxi and Feng Yanbei, guarded around them.
"Jiu'er, how is General Long?"
Qiao Mu looked at the pale and unconscious Long Feiyan, and his voice was a little hoarse.
Just now, when she rushed over, she also saw the situation here.
Long Feiyan died at the hands of the Ninth Prince. Now, the Ninth Prince must be their enemy, there is no doubt.
No matter how Feng Jiuer shouted, Long Feiyan's eyes were tightly closed and his breath seemed to be absent. The situation was very unsatisfactory.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and carefully placed Long Feiyan in Qiao Mu's arms.
"Qiao Mu, help me guard my mother. I will definitely find a way to save her. I can definitely do it."
On the city wall, there was nothing else except Feng Jiuer's voice.
Even though her voice was not loud, everyone present could hear her clearly.
Qiao Mu hugged Long Feiyan, raised his eyes to look at Feng Jiu'er, and swallowed back all the words he wanted to say.
"I want to avenge my mother!"
Feng Jiuer glanced at Long Feiyan again, frowned, stood up, pulled out the long sword from her waist, turned around and looked at Di Wuya coldly.
After a few months, the two met again, unexpectedly under such circumstances.
Feng Jiuer glared at Di Wuya, and the little attachment she held in her heart disappeared the moment Long Feiyan fell to the ground.
Now, her eyes are full of anger and murderous intent.
"Young master, they were the ones who killed the master, kill them to avenge the master!"
Qingye fell in a pool of blood, dying.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Yu Jingfeng immediately drew his sword from Qingzhi and headed this way.
"Miss Jiu'er, no! That's not what happened, it was..." Seeing that it was too late, Yu Jingfeng couldn't even finish the rest of his words.
Feng Jiuer held a long sword and quickly approached Di Wuya.
She stared at Di Wuya and said hoarsely: "I want to avenge my mother!"
"Your Highness, be careful!"
Yu Jingfeng widened his eyes and shouted.
With a "whoosh" sound, Feng Jiuer's long sword sank into Di Wuya's body, and the blood instantly dyed the silver armor red.
Everyone was stunned, looking at the two people standing in the middle for a moment.
Time seems to have frozen.
Feng Jiuer stared at the man in front of her, her eyes widened with tears.
She took a deep breath and then asked in a low voice: "Why don't you hide?"
"I don't like to owe anyone, let alone you."
As soon as Di Wuya opened his mouth, his true energy dissipated and his steps became unsteady.
Feng Jiuer pulled out the long sword with tears in her eyes, but still couldn't deceive herself, and took advantage of the situation to hold the fallen person in her arms.
Her legs softened, she hugged Di Wuya and sat on the cold ground.
Feng Jiuer glanced at the person in her arms and sealed several important acupuncture points for him.
"Miss Jiu'er."
Yu Jingfeng came over and knelt on the ground, "Miss Jiu'er, I beg you to save His Highness the Crown Prince."
"The reason why he attacked your mother was because the mute slave died."
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and looked at Yu Jingfeng, frowning.
"The dumb slave is dead, Miss Jiu'er, the dumb slave is dead, he is the third prince, Emperor Wuyou, not only him, but also the queen is dead."
"Before the third prince died, he said that Long Feiyan was the instigator of everything. She was the one who saved the third prince back then. The purpose was to let the third prince know the queen personally."
"The Queen is dead, and the third prince is also dead. His Highness the Crown Prince wants to avenge them, so he will use Long Feiyan to attack them."
"Miss Jiu'er, I beg you to save His Highness the Crown Prince. Treat this sword as if it belongs to him and return it to you."
"If His Highness the Crown Prince falls now, let alone whether the Emperor's Dynasty can be restored, we have so many brothers in the Longwu Army..." "Miss Jiu'er, please, save His Highness the Crown Prince quickly, I beg you!"
Yu Jingfeng knelt down and nodded hard.
"Miss Jiu'er, please save His Highness the Crown Prince."
Not only could Feng Jiuer not accept what Yu Jingfeng said, but Qiao Mu was also completely shocked.
Her eyes widened, she hugged Long Feiyan and fell softly to the ground.
"Zhan Liyue has done so many... harmful things. This is the retribution she... deserves!"
"Young master, don't forget, she harmed... the Long family army and destroyed the Long family. Young master, don't forget..."
The dying Qingye closed his eyes after saying his last words.
Feng Jiuer looked back, breathing heavily.
The mute slave is dead, and he is actually Zhan Liyue's youngest son. Therefore, it is the mute slave who killed Zhan Liyue. How could things be like this?
When Feng Jiuer's eyes came to Long Feiyan, her heart ached so much that she couldn't say a word.
It turned out that his mood was just as heavy as hers just now.
Why doesn't he hide?
He hid, and she could fight him to the death openly, but why didn't he hide?
Her hand was covered by a warm palm, Feng Jiuer turned around and looked at the man lying in her arms.
Di Wuya looked at her for a moment, his expression gentle, but his aura became weaker and weaker.
Feng Jiuer glanced at him and suddenly frowned: "Are you poisoned?"
She hadn't noticed it just now, but now that she was quiet, she seemed to smell this smell that was even more fragrant than datura again.
Even if Zhan Liyue is not dead, she cannot poison her son. Why is there still this smell?
