Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo - Chapter 792

The sunset on the horizon is like fire, and the color of blood is as beautiful and ominous.

Bayar lowered his head in disbelief, and looked at the arrow that penetrated his heart and lungs. The arrow shot by Shi Fuqiu entrained his internal force, and it had already sunk into a third of his left chest.

He was about to die, and he still had something to say, and he wanted to persuade his sister to go back to the vast grassland with him, why would he die?

Bayar fell back with a straight body, and he could still hear the exclamations of the Mongolian soldiers in his ears, and saw their nervous faces swarming up.

And the moment he fell to the ground, he could only remember a touch of the setting sun, red as blood, and when Wu Getai came over to hold him in his arms, the corners of his lips curled up. laugh.

fraud……

Wu Ge got on the carriage and released him from the box, and let him look out the window of the carriage to see the current situation of Xiao Yanjun.

Kindly analyze his interests, if now he insists on collaborating with Xiao Yanjun, the Mongolian army is bound to be strangled by the Zhao and Mo armies.

On the contrary, he can tell Xiao Yanjun generously at this time, that is, he will join forces with Zhao Jiajun to kill him early in the morning.

In this way, not only will he be able to retreat from Xiao Guo’s territory, but also the merits of Shi’s army will be counted on his head, and he will never compete for credit.

Since Wugetai promised him so much, compared to Bayar, there was no comparable choice at all. Naturally, he agreed to Wugertai without hesitation, got off the carriage and rode with him to the front of the battle. .

Under the firm gaze of Wu Getai, who nodded and nodded, he went to the front of the battle.

I thought it was just a way to make Ao Dengger give up and persuade her to go home, but it turned out to be his death… Huangquan Road.

There are only two words in Bayar’s heart, liar.

He had always wondered what Wu Getai had spent so much money on Zhou Zhang, but it turned out to be killing people with a knife and trying to save his life!

If he does not die, he will be the greatest obstacle to his succession authority after all.

If he died, he would have no scruples, and who else could stand in front of him.

Bu Rigude looked at Wugetai with wide eyes. He was holding Bayar, who was exhausted, in his arms. His expression was so mourning, and his eyes were red.

After Bu Ri Gude watched Wugetai deeply for a long time, his clenched fists finally loosened, and he scolded the Mongolian soldiers who surrounded them: “The eldest prince is dead, the military power It should be held by the fifth prince with the most honorable status.”

Wugetai raised his hand lightly, and the Mongolian army returned to his position with a sad expression on his face. He raised his eyes to look at Bu Rigude, and there was a faint flash of light in his eyes: “Place my brother in good health, I want to take him back to the Mongolian people. Burial.”

Bu Rigude listened to his hoarse and choked voice, gave him a deep look, and finally knelt down on one knee, put his right hand on his left chest, and saluted.

At this time, Ao Dengerile was speechless about Shi Fuqiu’s rhetorical question, and cried into tears. Bayar was dead, and Wugetai took over the Mongolian army in an open and fair manner.

In any case, he will not help her Highness Prince.

She couldn’t help but look at Xiao Yanjun, who had not said a word until now. All hope faded from that handsome and unparalleled face, instead showing a arrogant royal demeanor.

Xiao Yanjun looked at Xiao Mubai on the city tower from a distance, and there was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: “Kill the traitor? Apart from the father and the emperor, do you dare to kill your own younger brother? How can you let the world talk about it in the future? What did His Royal Highness do today?”

Xiao Mubai looked down at her with contempt in his eyes.

Want to use brother and brother Gong’s family fallacy to suppress him?

It’s ridiculous, since he has no intention of being a king, why should the people see him in the future?

Xiao Mubai raised his thumb lightly, Cheng Ying unsheathed, and before Xiao Mubai could completely pull it out, a blue-robed figure appeared from the direction of King Mo’s army.

Although Shi Fuqiu swung his sword horizontally to block him for the first time, Xia Chu had already taken a needle and swept away.

Ao Dengerile saw a flash of silver light and went straight to Xiao Yanjun’s heart. The speed was so fast that she only had time to stop in the direction of the flying needle, and bear this fatal fate for him with her flesh and blood. hit.

When Xiao Yanjun reacted, Ao Dengerile was already slowly sliding down his back.

Xiao Yanjun took her in his arms, the silver needle had already sunk into her heart and lungs, the blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth and the life she was losing made him face this beautiful face of Furong for the first time.

It’s just that the face at the moment is already bloodless, as pale as a decayed and withered jasmine flower.

Although her hand was weak, she still tried her best to raise it, trying to touch Xiao Yanjun’s jade-like cheek.

For the first time, Xiao Yanjun held her hand sincerely, holding her soft and delicate palms against his cheeks.

The corners of Ao Dengrile’s bleeding mouth curved into a contented smile, and what she caressed in her hand was the face she adored until her death.

The arms that embraced her were the embraces she had missed all her life.

She struggled to speak, Xiao Yanjun lowered his head close to her lips, and listened to her intermittently saying, “Your Highness… Your Highness, put down your pride and live… Down…”

But she was not able to finish her speech in the end, and the hand that was attached to Xiao Yanjun’s face had lost its strength.

Xiao Yanjun held her tightly in his arms, looked up at Xia Chu, just like Ao Dengerile’s unfinished words, even if he puts down his pride, he can’t live.

“In the beginning of Xia, in front of the officers and men of Xiao State, you dare to murder the emperor’s heir!” Shi Fuqiu’s heart that was about to disarm hardened again.

“Yes, so what?” Xia Chu’s lips curled into a sneer, seeing that Shi Fuqiu had already pulled up his stance and was ready to fight to the death.

“Bian Ding, the chance you want to fight him is here.” Xia Chu’s voice fluctuated as erratically as the hair in his clothes, but his eyes turned to Xiao Mubai and shook his head at him. , motioning him not to interfere.

Cheng Ying’s two points that were unsheathed did not return to the scabbard.

Xiao Mubai put his hands behind his back, as he wished, and stood by.

As Bian Ding’s figure fell, all the kneeling rebels retreated, leaving enough space for them to fight.

Shi Jialiang and Cheng Zhaobing pulled Xiao Yanjun aside, the blood dripping from Ao Dengerile in his arms along the road seemed to open a chapter of life and death for the two who were about to fight alone.

“Is he also worthy of competing with this general?” Shi Fuqiu glanced at him with a contemptuous expression.

Sword out, break the wind!

The oncoming sword energy was fierce and domineering, and he was caught off guard. Seeing that the tip of the sword had reached Shi Fuqiu’s chest, Shi Fuqiu’s long knife suddenly turned over and pressed against his blade.

Although Shi Fuqiu swung his sword to block in time, he took his sword with strong internal strength.

But the sword that Bian Ding stabbed with all his strength also caused the dust to fly, which really forced him to take a few steps back before he stabilized his body.