Cannon Fodder: Forced Counterattack

But this is no different from the word "roll". Jing Wenhe's face turned green, and he rolled up his sleeves and took a few steps forward, "Bastard! See if I don't beat you to death today, it's embarrassing. The face of my Jing clan will make you It's gone!"

Jing Xiang hurriedly stood in front of Jing Fan, and even Jing Pu suddenly stopped Jing Wenhe, with a calm face and a steady voice, "Let the child decide for himself."

Jing Wenhe's eyes widened immediately, he never thought that the taciturn, always stubborn Jing Pu would say such things, this is also not like his style.

Jing Fan hugged Ao Ran and couldn't help coughing violently twice, his mouth full of fishy sweetness, he ignored everyone in the hall, turned his head to look at the white-haired old man, the old man immediately understood, nodded, Gao Shouted loudly, "Go to the temple to see the ceremony and play music!"

Jing Wenhe wanted to stop him again, this time even Mu Yashi grabbed his hand and shook his head slightly.

Have fun.

The loud voice of the elder who presided over the marriage resounded in the empty courtyard. Apart from his voice, everything in the world seemed to be a bit silent, "Kneel—"

Jing Fan supported Ao Ran, and both of them knelt on the red cushion in front of the incense table, facing the sky and the earth, looking solemnly and solemnly.

"The two newcomers bow to heaven and earth——"

Under the eyes of everyone, the two red figures slowly bent down, watching the moment their foreheads hit the ground, Jing Xiang covered her mouth and wet her cheeks.

"Rise-bye-up-bye-bye-up-"

Prostrating again and again, the piousness made people cry. The maids present did not know why the person the master wanted to marry died, but they understood that even so, the master would do everything to marry him. How thick, how heavy, and how persistent this love is.

The music is full of joy, but there are countless tears.

"Second worship high hall-"

Jing Fan held Ao Ran and got up, but his feet staggered and almost fell to the ground. Jing Xiang and the others looked anxious and wanted to reach out to help him. After kneeling down again, he coughed uncontrollably , blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, as if he hadn't noticed, following the instructions of the officiant, he kowtowed to the high hall, and kowtowed again.

"Husband and wife greet each other—"

Holding Ao Ran's shoulders, the two of them faced each other head to head. Under the brilliant sunlight, the red dress was even more eye-catching.

Kneel three times, knock nine times, and bow six times.

The old man who presided over the wedding suppressed his trembling voice and said loudly with moist eyes, "Li Cheng——"

With his sound, the music gradually came to an end.

There was a slight weeping sound in the yard, sad and depressing.

After the last salutation, Jing Fan didn't get up, he just knelt on the ground, his tears splashed on the red mat, smudged into clusters of dark color, his shoulders shook uncontrollably, The choked sobs suppressed in the throat seemed to burst out.

Jing Xiang had already sat on the ground crying.

Jing Zi and Yan Fengge hesitated for a while, but still walked over, trying to help him up.

Straightening up, he ignored the crowd, hugged Ao Ran, and wanted to hug him and leave, but he failed to get up after several attempts. Jing Wenhe and others naturally saw that he seemed to have no more energy left, and before he had any doubts in his heart, he Seeing mouthfuls of blood pouring out of Jing Fan's mouth desperately, everyone was startled and rushed forward.

Jing Fan hugged Ao Ran tightly and wept bitterly. For more than ten hours, every moment was painful, tormented, like sharp knives slashing his heart one by one. Compared with the physical pain, these were more difficult for him. Bear.

When he was down the mountain, he knew that the person in his arms would never come back. After he showed him a shallow smile, he lost his breath, but he lied to himself that he must still be alive, how could he die, how could he die? He could die, he felt that his medical skills were not good, father, Jing Pu, they must have a way, but in the end, it was nothing but nothing.

From life to life, he only had an obsession in this life, a person he wanted to get in life or death, but why he still couldn't catch it, he only hated himself why he didn't stop him, but he still let him block him In front of myself.

The mournful cries startled the birdsong.

Jing Fan's eyes were blurred, and his body was in pain like being run over by a boulder again and again, but he didn't care anymore. In his hazy vision, the thin figure, dressed in red, smiled at him sweetly. I tried to pull him, but he backed away with a smile, getting further and further away, his figure gradually shrunk and blurred, no!don't go!Ao Ran, please, don't go.

Jing Fan cried and wanted to chase, but his feet were like stones, and he couldn't lift them up. The stimulation made his consciousness gradually loose.

"elder brother--"

"Jing Fan—"

……

The voice in my ear is also disappearing, Ao Ran, Ao Ran!

Holding the person in his arms tightly, Jing Fan vomited blood under the panicked eyes of everyone, and fell to the ground.

A piece of red, no joy, only endless sadness.

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Under Ao Ran's palm, Qingyou's horse went straight for more than ten kilometers.

If it weren't for Qingyou's talent for riding a horse, she would have been knocked down a long time ago.

She was riding on horseback, crying and urging the horse to run fast.

Now she is very glad that she knows the way well. After the horse ran wildly, she can roughly remember the way back. After going wrong a few times, she finally arrived at this fairly familiar forest. She didn't want to Leaving alone, without Ao Ran, what's the point of her leaving? She recognizes him as her elder brother, and that is her relative, a relative who can't give up even if she dies.

In summer, the lush leaves cover the sky, only a few rays of sunlight pass through the gaps in the leaves and fall on the ground. Qingyou is tired and hungry, stiff, and she finally sees the last place she saw when she left last night .

There was blood everywhere.

She shook her hands, got off the horse with sobs, and cried cautiously, "Brother...brother...Young Master..."

Although there was blood on the ground, there was no one. After walking for a long time, he saw the dead horse lying on the ground - the one that Ao Ran rode last night.

The fear in her heart became more and more, Qingyou's hands were soft and her feet were soft, she didn't dare to think, is Ao Ran really dead?Or was it taken away by that group of people?

Where is she going to find him?How can we save him?