Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo - Chapter 795

With that sound, in addition to Fang Weidong’s stab at Shi Fuqiu’s chest, Shi Jialiang’s blade was ready to fall to Fang Weidong.

“Jia Liang, he’s your younger brother.” Shi Fuqiu’s voice was extremely low, hoarse and dry.

“My surname is Fang!” Fang Weidong’s voice was sluggish, but his words were decisive.

The knife that Shi Jialiang chopped was hanging in the air, and he slowly retracted it with some helplessness.

However, Fang Weidong didn’t put down the knife in his hand, he just turned his gaze to Xia Chu, and his eyes were like asking for instructions.

Xia Chu raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked Wugetai, who had just shouted to leave someone under the knife, “Five princes, what do you mean?”

Wu Getai looked back at him with a dark and dim light that pierced into his heart.

Xia Chu was in a daze, Xiao Mubai on the city wall had already fallen beside him, stood in front of him and looked at Wugetai and said, “My sister rushed over just now, so the fifth prince is no wonder. early.”

Xia Chu just remembered why Wugetai, who has always been clear-faced, just looked at him in such a strange way, and his face was instantly covered with a look of embarrassment.

Although Ao Dengerile jumped up on his own, he died under his flying needle after all. Wugetai helped Xiao Guo a lot today, and Xia Chu felt very guilty.

Wu Getai originally had a slightly gloomy gaze, but after listening to Xiao Mubai’s words, he showed a hint of surprise, and after a while, he said calmly: “The face of the little prince is really changeable.”

His voice had returned to its usual clarity, without any waves, but Xia Chu could hear a hint of ridicule from it.

Come to think of it, they met three times in total.

The first time I changed my face at the beginning of Xia, I became an ugly and ugly monster. The second time I used the deity’s face, and this third time I changed my face to the normal appearance of the original clothes knife. It is no wonder that Wugetai was a little dissatisfied.

Xia Chu didn’t know how to reply to him, so he could only laugh, and bowed his hands to greet him.

Wu Getai fixed his gaze and retracted, pointed at Shi Fuqiu and said to Xiao Mubai: “Can that General Shi be handed over to me to bring back the Mongolians, after all, he was the murderer who shot Bayar.”

Xiao Mubai nodded and looked at Fang Weidong: “He was seriously injured because of you, and he is exhausted. You can take revenge yourself, so let the fifth prince take it back.”

Fang Weidong gritted his teeth, and the tip of the knife against his chest slowly retreated.

However, Shi Fuqiu suddenly used all his strength to grab Fang Weidong’s hands, and he only had time to raise his arms, and Shi Jialiang only had time to shout: “Don’t…”

Shi Fuqiu was already holding Fang Weidong’s knife-wielding hands, and stabbed it hard into his heart.

Fang Weidong’s eyes widened, looking at him in shock.

This knife, he thought about it day and night, but never imagined that it would finally be inserted into his heart in this way.

The light in Shi Fuqiu’s eyes gradually dissipated, and when he slowly fell back, Shi Jialiang took two steps forward and hugged him in his arms, and called out sadly, “Father…”

“I’d rather die than… humiliation.” Shi Fuqiu’s voice was weak and hoarse, and the last few words were very difficult to say. His eyes kept looking at Fang Weidong, as if waiting for his forgiveness.

Fang Weidong just looked at him blankly, looking at him…

Shi Fuqiu tried his best to reach his hand and raised it halfway, but he finally lowered it. Shi Jialiang’s voice sounded in his ear and asked him bloodily, “Why?”

Fang Weidong remained silent, still staring blankly at his hand that fell to the ground.

I can’t lift that hand anymore…

Xiao Mubai didn’t even think of this sudden change. He looked at Wugetai with an embarrassed expression, and said hesitantly, “This…”

Wu Getai frowned slightly, and after pondering for a while, he had to retreat and sighed: “Then please let me take the body back.”

“I hope the fifth prince, don’t let his body be insulted.” Xiao Mubai said lightly, he knew that Wugetai only wanted to take the murderer who shot Bayar back to make business, but he didn’t want to let him guard the frontier for many years. Shi Fuqiu’s body was humiliated.

Apart from Shi Fuqiu’s rebellion this time, there has been no credit or hard work over the years.

Against the starry sky full of lights in the city, Xia Chu couldn’t see Xiao Mubai’s expression, only saw his eyes, reflecting the candlelight, bright and burning.

Shi Jialiang didn’t expect that Xiao Mubai would be able to say such a sentence on behalf of Shi Fuqiu, instead he knelt down and kowtowed to Xiao Mubai, his voice even choked with sadness: “The sinner is willing to surrender, thank you for your kindness. “

As soon as Shi Jialiang’s words of surrender came out, the more than 10,000 Shi family’s personal soldiers who were still standing upright and resolutely refused to surrender also slowly knelt down with him.

Wu Getai whispered beside Xiao Mubai: “His Royal Highness King Mo is really smart.”

Xiao Mubai didn’t defend his implication. He just glanced at the carriage that Bayar had come down from before, lowered his voice, and said softly, “The fifth prince’s brotherly love is really commendable.”

Wu Getai’s body froze as he leaned over, and the smile on his always clear face gradually faded and slowly froze.

Xia Chu couldn’t hear what the two of them were muttering, but he could clearly sense the atmosphere around them, and he felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

In the embarrassment, there was also a trace of swords drawn.

“You…” Xia Chu just said, wanting to ease the inexplicable dignified atmosphere.

Just at this moment, Xiao Yanjun in the distance pointed at Shi Jialiang, who was kneeling on the ground, and scolded angrily, dissolving the awkward atmosphere between Wugetai and Xiao Mubai.

“Shi Jialiang, you bastard, look at uncle, look at you.”

The body of Shi Fuqiu in Shi Jialiang’s arms has been carried away, and Bian Ding pulls Fang Weidong to the side. The rebels have all knelt down. Shi Jialiang watched Shi Fuqiu’s body was completely covered by the Mongolian sergeants. Looking back at Xiao Yanjun: “Our father and son are both thanks to your gift, and that’s why we have fallen to this point.”

“Presumptuous!” Xiao Yanjun scolded angrily, then looked at the kneeling rebels again, and laughed absurdly: “If you win alone today, you will still blame this gift? You will only be grateful!”

Xia Chu took out Xiao Mubai’s saber, and Chengying pointed at Xiao Yanjun: “It’s all like this, are you still dreaming about Spring and Autumn?”

The kneeling rebels were already trembling and kneeling and taking two steps back when he bullied him forward, making way for him.

Xia Chu walked in front, and the lotus stride was windy, and suddenly he flew into the air like a glimpse of light, and the tip of the sword stabbed straight into Xiao Yanjun’s heart.

Just when Xia Chu was about to bloom a blood flower that he had longed for in Xiao Yanjun’s heart, Chengying, who was three inches away, suddenly stopped…