My brother is so strong, I am also disappointed

Song Mingguang said he would teach me a lesson.

I stood there, running through countless tortures in my mind, and quickly came to the conclusion that I couldn't stand any of them.

I'm probably going to give myself up here today, I thought desperately.

Song Mingguang walked towards me, with a smile on his face that seemed to show some kindness, but the more he was like this, the scarier he was to me.

As soon as he lifted his leg, I felt that the sky above my head had turned into a whole iron curtain, and was pressing down on me bit by bit.

He took the first step, and my heart beat like a drum.

He took the second step, raised his hand with a silver light, my sight shifted slightly because of this, and I saw Situ Qi's body and head separated instantly behind him!

He took the third step, and Situ Qi's body and capital had landed on the ground, his body was still in the same place, and the knife fell beside him. As for... I couldn't control my eyes anymore, I didn't dare to look, I couldn't look, I just kept looking Looking at the extremely flat cut in his neck, the blood flowed like a spring paving the ground, eroding inch by inch toward the edge of the pen sacrificial stand, and it didn't stop when it reached the edge. Thin straight lines.

And I didn't think about anything, my mind went blank.

I seem to have fallen into a cage isolated from the world, unable to move, unable to speak, and even unable to hear the sound, only the scene of bloodshed stretched silently in front of my eyes.

It was Xia Yu who broke the cage.

He suddenly took a step forward, as if he wanted to make another move, but just as he stretched out his hand, he fell to my side, spitting out a big mouthful of blood.I came back to my senses the moment his figure passed my eyes, and immediately knelt down and used myself as a cushion to catch him before he made contact with the ground.

The moment I hugged Xia Yu, the surrounding voices came back, and the picture began to move. I saw Song Mingguang had come close, and Twelve Flash stood in front of me, drawing his sword to confront Song Mingguang.

I looked from behind Twelve, and every muscle in his shoulders, back, waist, and legs was tensed and straightened, and his whole body was like a fully drawn bow, ready to go all out at any time.

No no no no he can't go anymore!There is no chance of winning!will die!will die!

"Twelve... Twelve come back!" When I shouted, I was frightened. I never knew that my voice could be so piercing, so sharp that it seemed to be able to scrape off a layer of skin.

Twelve didn't move or speak.

"Come back! Don't hit me!" I yelled again, which sounded more heart-piercing than the one just now.The crying came out, and the tears came naturally. I finally couldn't hold back, but this time I didn't know why I was crying.

Twelve looked back at me, then withdrew his knife and retreated to my side, but his defensive posture remained unchanged.

Song Mingguang chuckled, didn't move forward, but squatted down and said to me: "Why are you crying? When you made the decision to come to Cuishan Bieyuan, didn't you consider the current outcome?"

Of course I thought about it, and even almost decided to come alone because of it.But Situ Qi's determination, Fang Qingyu's rebuke, and Twelve's jokes dispelled my worries, and gave me the confidence that as long as we work together, it will be done. It makes me feel that everyone is ready to die Prepare, so I don't have to think about what they should do if something happens to them!

If you came here just because you were passionate and unwilling to admit defeat, just to leave no regrets or regrets, sacrifice is inevitable, and maybe you can comfort yourself, but Situ Qi died in such a cruel way in front of me Being beheaded with a broken neck, I couldn't even keep my whole body. I couldn't find an excuse to make myself feel at ease.

In fact, our plan is full of mistakes and omissions, our actions are willful and random, and our strength in front of Song Mingguang is undoubtedly a brittle egg trying to break through the boulder!

I didn't think well, I messed up the plan, I asked them to help me save my brother!Now that Situ Qi is dead, Xia Yu and I are powerless to resist. Twelve and Fang Qingyu will definitely not listen to me. If we leave us to escape, they will die too!These are all my fault!

"Yixi... the general sends his own soldiers to the battlefield, so he must be prepared to make them sacrifice for himself. Look, your guards died for you, that's justified." Song Mingguang said, "Aren't you I'm afraid, but I'm just not used to it." He turned his head and looked around, the ground was full of sleeping people, Fang Qingyu was no longer under the tree, and he didn't know where he was hiding.

I have been trembling since the beginning, holding Xia Yu who was unconscious in my arms, unable to say a word, but Song Mingguang said that I was not afraid, and I didn't respond to him, so he continued on his own, "Can you think of what happened in the future?" I planted eyeliner here, planted drugs and fire mines, and these few people challenged me in public and raised conditions, all of which were done very well. But—”

"You got my son tied up to threaten me," Song Mingguang said, "that's what really made me admire you."

"..." I still don't know what to say, this method is really low, not to mention that Song Mingguang's only son is just a real fool with a lack of mind like a child, he should always be innocent.But I can't help it. The huge disparity in strength makes us do everything in order to protect ourselves. We know that we are going the wrong way and continue to move forward, so that we are blocked everywhere now, and we have paid the price.

Song Mingguang continued: "So this time I forgive you, I only teach you this little lesson, and I promise you the conditions you said before, and let you and your brother leave alive."

I looked up at him, and I didn't believe that he would kindly give me a hand after driving me to a dead end.

Unexpectedly, the smile on Song Mingguang's face was deeper: "Why, don't you believe me? As long as you give me the Swan Goose Broken Jade and the Thousand Locks, I can forget about all these things about you."

After all, he still wanted Hongyan's book, and the stunned spectators in the audience made him not even have to pretend to be righteous.

I suppressed my heartbeat, and said very slowly: "I have four yuan in my hand, and I will dedicate it to you today. The news about the fifth yuan will be sent to you after we leave safely. As for Qian Zhong Lock—I have one more condition."

Song Mingguang was about to burst into laughter: "You really dare to raise the conditions again!"

I asked directly, "Where is my father?"

Song Mingguang stopped laughing, and asked suspiciously: "Your father? Your father went out to visit the mountains and rivers two years ago, how do I know his whereabouts? Or are you saying that you can't find your father now and want me to help you out? You look for?"

My mother said that they were chased and killed by Song Mingguang's men in a valley near the Xishan Xuefeng and separated. My mother ran all the way over the mountain with her wounds, and happened to meet someone who was going to check the thousand-fold lock mechanism formation. Elder Yan was rescued, but my father's life and death are still uncertain, and there has been no news for a long time. Elder Yan sent people to search all over the valley, but he couldn't find it.

As for how they determined that the pursuer was Song Mingguang, my mother didn't tell me in detail. I trust my mother instinctively, and I naturally wouldn't doubt her words, but Song Mingguang's unawareness doesn't look like that. Is it a fake, is my mother wrong or Song Mingguang's mask and acting skills are so superb that I have no way of judging?

I can only say that universal line when I don't know: "You should be clear."

Song Mingguang looked at me silently for a while, raised one corner of his mouth, and said with a little smile: "I will try my best to help you find it."

I added: "Seven days, at the same time."

Song Mingguang readily agreed, raised his hand to screen off the guards, turned around and walked up to the altar of sacrificial brushes, jumped up and landed on the iron roof of the smelting pen where the stylus was fired, concentrated his internal strength and knocked down the whole house with one kick.

For a moment, the flames blazed into the sky, and then they were buried under broken bricks and clods of earth. The hearth was overflowed with molten iron, which flowed down the crevices of the stones. The ground that had been stained with Situ Qi's blood was once again covered by the scalding hot slurry. Qi's head seemed to be fused in it, and I still didn't dare to think about whether he closed his eyes, and suddenly found that Liu Hong was buried in the ruins, as well as the craftsmen who made iron pens!

Song Mingguang calmly turned his head to hold the man who had changed from howling loudly to sobbing lightly, patted his back, and coaxed him softly.

I was still in a daze, recalling the many words Song Mingguang said to me, and re-experienced this new kind of despair that I had never experienced before.