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"Listen to me! You all stare wide-eyed to see the fate of this betrayal of Weisheng. What are you Fengfeng weak soldiers doing? "

The man standing on the city wall said softly with internal strength. It seemed to be an ordinary tone, but it was spread far away in emptiness. Most people were shocked by these words and looked at him seriously.

A pitch-black pistol submerged into the city wall about half its height, and the body of the killer who was pierced with it was also firmly nailed to the city wall.

The only ones who saw that scene were Su Yan and Jiang Mo.

Even Jiang Mo couldn't believe the scene he saw. Just after Wen Fuzhu got up, Nie Bai stabbed over, and he just swung the only weapon left in his hand to bend the bear's leg. It is true that the child fell to the ground, and then he dropped his gun.

He had never seen Wen Fuzhu so fast.

After getting up quickly, he stepped on several people in the air, and then the hidden weapon in his hand forced Xie Changhuan's dagger to be skewed, avoiding Su Yan's throat, and then, Xie Changhuan turned down to avoid the hidden weapon, but Wen Fuzhu was gone at this moment. Approaching him.

Jiang Mo even saw Xie Changhuan turning around at that moment, but...

At that time, the spear in Wen Fuzhu's hand had pierced into his body, and then went straight into the wall for three points.

This... this... Wen Fu wishes him...

Standing on the city wall at this moment, Wen Fuzhu's expression was also unprecedentedly cold. He seemed to spurn the few people who were stunned below. He said sharply, "Gu Sheng, what are you still doing? Why don't you come up to Su Yan?" medicine?"

At this moment, Ji Zifo's figure had disappeared among the soldiers, and he could not be seen very much.

"Ji Zifo, listen to me!"

Wen Fuzhu shouted again, "I, Kaisheng, will never die in your hands, and I, Wen Fuzhu, will never die in your "Gongzang" assassination organization. If you can’t, go back and behave yourself if you are sensible.”

"However, I will hang the corpse of the killer who betrayed Kaisheng on the city wall for seven days, no matter it is exposed to the sun or rain, I will not take it down. I will not leave here, but also, I will not let others approach here."

"Haven't you, Ji Zifo, always wanted to have a serious contest with me?"

"You said you were targeting Su Yan. That's because Su Yan is my hope. To put it bluntly, what you want to extinguish is nothing more than the lamp in my heart."

"I know that there are still a few killers in your "Gongzang" who are not in use. I don't want to embarrass you too much. Within seven days, if you can steal his body under my nose, you Ji Zifo will win. It’s over. Our private affairs, don’t get involved in national hatred and family hatred. I will only guard here alone.”

"The feathered crows also give me orders, but whoever meets the killer of Zefeng, you are not allowed to stop, you patrol your patrol, if you see me entangled with the killer of "Gongzang", you are not allowed to come up to help. "

"I said these things today to ask people in the world to testify that you, Fengfeng, can't make a big deal. You, Ji Zifo, are nothing at all."

"Tang Feng was defeated by me more than ten years ago, and Zefeng was defeated by Kaisheng more than ten years ago. After more than ten years, it should be the same ending, and it will still be the same ending; if it should be an irreversible history, it will still be the same." unrepeatable history.”

"But I respect you for your youthful mind. Even though I have this exquisite mind, I still treat myself to nature."

"Now that God's kindness has been honored, I, Wen Fu, wish that as Kaisheng's counselor, he can kill this traitor with his own hands. I have no regrets in my heart."

"Similarly, I also want to tell you that as long as my conspirator survives one day, I will ask God to bless Su Yan and let him enjoy the peace and tranquility of the world."

"At present, there is no need to continue this war. I will let you go if you still want to live, and you can stay and die if you don't want to live. You choose."

As soon as Wen Fuzhu finished speaking, Jiang Mo heard Gu Sheng, who was protecting him, murmur softly, "Wen Fuzhu is crazy."

At this moment, Jiang Mo also looked away in a daze, not looking at the man nailed to the city wall, he always felt that he was still dreaming.

This battle was obviously fought inexplicably, so why did someone die.

On the third night, the weather was not good. At first it was still light rain, but then it became a bit heavy.

The wind was also a bit shrill, it couldn't blow the man nailed to the city wall, but it could move his hair and the hem of his clothes, occasionally fluttering like he was showing his lightness kung fu in front of him of.

Wen Fuzhu stood not far from the city wall, chose an angle where he didn't need to look up too much if he raised his head slightly, and watched him for nearly three days with such reluctance to blink.

He didn't close his eyes for three days, and when he was really out of energy, he leaned against the corner of the wall and loosened his heels a little.

But he didn't dare to slack off anymore, he was always afraid that Tan Chen and Nie Bai would really snatch his body away at this time.

Speaking of this is a bit funny, when he was young and frenzied, he was never good at making harsh words, but when he was older, he blurted out such cruel words.

That's right, you can be more sober when you are deeply hurt, otherwise you will always feel that you are living in a dream.

I read too many novels and picture books, and this person came to have a fling with me, snatching one of my Linglong thoughts, and then hid behind some cloud and laughed at my foolish appearance.

When Jiang Mo walked over holding the bamboo umbrella, he saw Wen Fu Zhuzheng looking up blankly, his eyes were not focused, he didn't know whether he was looking at Xie Changhuan, or the spear that pierced his heart.

The end of the long spear had been polished a little too smooth by myself in recent years. Before this battle, Wen Fuzhu happened to see it. He was afraid that he would let go of it when he went to the battlefield. Neither of them could fall asleep the night after telling the story. Simply, under the dim moonlight, he wrapped the black cloth one after another for himself.

Jiang Mo was still laughing at him at the time, "You are so swollen, do you want me to hold it, or do you deliberately make it impossible for me to hold it?"

Densely packed, circle after circle, can't stop at all, just like something on my mind.

At that time, Wen Fu stopped his hand awkwardly, touched the long gun for a while, and whispered to Jiang Mo, "We must hold it when the time comes."

Thinking about it now, he wouldn't have expected what happened to him at that time...

That's why I told myself to hold it.

But he didn't catch it.

The light one was hooked away by him, and then used to penetrate another person's body without saying a word.

Now the first two loops of the black cloth are loose, and the lower two are hanging loosely. When the wind blows, it dangles like a ghost banner, and when it rains, it is completely entangled again, and it looks dead. of.

Wen Fuzhu was afraid at the time, afraid that the cloth that had wrapped up so many of his worries would be too heavy, what would happen if he accidentally dropped Chang Huan.

Jiang Mo sighed and put the umbrella on top of his head.

But after a while, Jiang Mo silently put away the umbrella and got into the rain with him.

Sometimes it's too hard for a man's tears to come out, and it's better to come out.

Men also want to cry sometimes, right?

But this thing sounds too hypocritical, so most of the time they don't want to cry.

Jiang Mo stood silently with him for a long while, almost blinded by the rain, but when he turned his head sideways, Wen Fuzhu's eyes were still wide open, staring at the man on the city wall. A shaky figure.

"What do you think if he falls off?" Wen Fuzhu sensed Jiang Mo's concerned eyes, and joked to ease the atmosphere, "Can I hit him on the city wall again."

Jiang Mo also laughed, and after a while he said, "Wen Fuzhu, this joke is not funny at all."

Wen Fuzhu took another deep breath, and still couldn't suppress the crying in his throat when he spoke again, "Jiang Mo, why didn't you catch it."

After finishing speaking, I felt very uncomfortable again, and said viciously again, "How many times have I told you that night to let you hold your gun. It's fine if the sword is blown away, but you can't hold the gun."

Jiang Mo also sighed, looking up with him at Xie Changhuan who was being slapped by the rain over and over again on the city wall, and said to himself that you are lucky, after all, you have inherited the joy of the person around you, but it fell to yourself, more than 20 years ago, it was a punching bag Only, now it's just an oversized punching bag.

"Yes, yes, it's my fault." Jiang Mo looked at Wen Fuzhu helplessly again, seeing that this person suddenly showed his childish expression again, he knew that he was suffering, and his whole body was about to collapse.

Wen Fu wished him too calm, when had he ever cried?

No, when Zhi Yan died, he didn't shed a single tear, except for the moment when he got the information, he said to him politely and kindly, "Well, I think we should attack Zhou Feng."

What an ordinary tone, what an ordinary action.

After that, if you can't wait for a good beginning and a good end, you can only wait until there is a beginning but no end.

Gu Sheng was also angry now, thinking that he would go out and act stupid if he couldn't stand Jiang Mo.

Wen Fu wished him that he was not worthy of being a conspirator, so let it go if he was too impulsive, Jiang Mo has lost his mind now, his internal injury is serious, can he go out in the rain?

In case Ji Zifo plans to attack again, are they both planning to lie down and let themselves go to the front line?

Forget it, let's all die together, okay?

One or two can't make him worry!

And my wife... Husband, father... really... Now that I think about it, the special treatment I received when I was a child was not really special. It was due to preference, including my ability to travel far away...

It's really thanks to him keeping it a secret for so many years, and being so calm, he didn't find Wen Fu until the day before the war to make it clear to them.

Gu Sheng also explained that the tattoo was stabbed by a booing on Wuya Mountain. He didn't want to interfere with the drinking order at that time. After all, he didn't seem to have much effect. No, I thought it was an ordinary man with ordinary cultivation, but I didn't expect that of course he couldn't be cured. As soon as he untied a little bit, her own husband was poisoned back by her. The chronic residual poison has existed for nearly three years, and Gu Sheng didn't notice it right away. Who would have thought that this conspiracy started more than ten years ago, and Tang Feng knew Gu Sheng's identity since then—please Gu Sheng The real purpose is to keep him, get to know him, and then leave a "clear note" on him, so that he can clearly know what is on him, but when asked, it turned out to be irrelevant It's important that everyone coaxed them up.

Is it just a group of old men drinking? If drinking doesn't cause trouble, can you still order alcohol?

Therefore... as long as Gu Sheng has this tattoo on his body, if he returns to Kaisheng one day, it will definitely cause civil strife.

Not because of anything else, but because Wen Fuzhu was not serious at the time, he was also a conspirator, and he must have been suspicious by nature.

If it was discussed whether the move of the "Gongzang" organization would disturb Wen Fuzhu's heart, then Tang Feng won.

Because a counselor cannot be fooled, once the mind is disturbed, the counselor is basically useless.

Therefore, Wen Fuzhu was far inferior to Tang Feng in terms of his seriousness in collecting information as a conspirator at that time.

He Wenfu wished that besides having an exquisite heart that is good at adapting to changes, what else does he have?

Oh, by the way, he still had Xie Changhuan, but now it's gone, he killed him himself.

Are you happy?

Going out to catch Jiang Mo while holding the medicine bag, Gu Sheng couldn't stop his anger—Ji Zifo is also a character, Tang Feng set up the trap more than ten years ago, even if he is dead, he can still let him, who has no relatives and no reason, die. At most, he could be rescued by a descendant of his master, who stabbed Wen Fuzhu to death with a ruthless sword.

Is Wen Fuzhu alive now?

After seven days without eating, drinking or sleeping, he would probably be no different than dead!

Don't save!

He can't be saved!

He doesn't save people who ruin their bodies!

That seven-day agreement was completely unnecessary, he was willing to let Xie Changhuan's body be exposed to wind and rain!

If it is preserved immediately, he can still think of a way to protect his corpse, so that Wen Fuzhu will have something to miss in the future, what will happen to this person's corpse seven days later, can he repair it by himself?

One or two of you, you really think that I am the God of Suffering!

"Jiang Mo!"

Gu Sheng yelled as soon as he came out of the city gate, but he didn't want to go and get wet in the rain. He was very calm, so he wasn't as crazy as the two of them.

Now that Gu Sheng had mentioned this point, Wen Fuzhu came back to his senses slightly, and said coldly, "Jiang Mo, you shouldn't have come out."

Just as Jiang Mo was about to speak, Wen Fuzhu said again, "These two masters attacked you one by one. The situation was really thanks to your agility and strength, otherwise you would have been slapped to death."

"Uh……"

"So they really wanted to kill you. Xie Changhuan also really wanted to kill Su Yan at that time."

"Uh……"

"I really wanted to kill Chang Huan at the time."

Jiang Mo had no choice but to shut up.

"In the end, none of us were included in the discount, and the two generals were discounted, which was enough."

Jiang Mo walked away.

Wen Fuzhu's tone was the same as when he calmly analyzed each other's pros and cons after winning every war in the past.

Calm like a true Nirvana immortal.

Jiang Mo couldn't stand this.

That master died unjustly.

Thanks Chang Huan...

Eh.

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