Wang Zebang was the closest to the two of them. When he saw Zheng Quchi rushing over like a wolf cub, he was delayed for a moment, only to see that she had already thrown Gong Shulan to the ground.
"what you do?!"
He wanted to reach out to stop it, but was intercepted by a long arrow shot from a distance, so he retracted his hand in a panic.
Turning his head to look coldly at Mo Ye, Wang Zebang pursed his lips into a straight line.
Mo Ye seemed to have planned a strategy and made all the preparations when he came here, but in fact it was just because he couldn't breathe a sigh of relief when he was severely humiliated by Yu Wensheng and ran away in embarrassment.
He knew that there must be something wrong with the strange and urgent letter, and that the matter involved Zheng Quchi, so he left his "allies" behind and came to see what was going on.
His scouts actually followed the route of the nomadic barbarians and successfully entered the boundary of Fu County. As for why the nomadic barbarians were able to break through the defense line and why the garrison, beacon towers, gates, etc. that were originally calm on the western border fell, he did not unknown.
Now is not the best time to take over the border area of Ye State, but it is also a joy to make trouble and disturb the "good things" around him.
"Sang Xuanqing"'s identity was exposed, and he was criticized and suspected by Yu Wensheng. He watched it with gusto, but if the other party wanted to plot against his Julu Kingdom, then he would call him "Sang Xuanqing" no matter who he was. She pays the price.
Gongshu Lan... Beiyuan Gongshu's people...
Mo Ye threw away the short crossbow sheathed on her arm, raised her eyebrows, and curled her lips coldly on Junwei's handsome and arrogant face: "She will do whatever she wants. You'd better not interfere."
Wang Zebang narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth in anger.
Yu Wensheng glanced over lightly, and the next second the cold light of his sword flashed across his eyes. Mo Ye was startled and quickly retreated back, almost being hurt by the murderous intent approaching him.
"Is the injury healed? Then this time, I will let you never recover again." Yu Wensheng's eyes were colder than the edge of a sword, and he raised the corners of his mouth with a sarcastic smile.
Mo Ye frowned, but relaxed it the next second and laughed.
"Yu Wensheng, you might as well take a closer look, what are these?"
He raised his arms, and the strong wind blew up his black hair. The trebuchets were pushed out one after another from the high city wall. There were hundreds of them. There were people standing by with torches raised in their hands. , just waiting for an order.
"You have great martial arts skills and can escape unscathed, but what about these people you brought with you?"
"set fire!"
When the trebuchet was activated, the people from the Julu Kingdom aimed the fireballs poured with pine oil and fired them uniformly towards the quarry.
"General!"
It turns out that these soldiers who were thrown into the quarry by Mo Ye were not there to fight the enemy in the first place, but were used as sacrifices to hinder the soldiers of Ye State, preventing them from evacuating the quarry smoothly. .
When Yu Wen Sheng saw the flint balls all over the sky being projected towards him, he jumped up, stepped on the iron rope in front of him, raised his sword and cut it off with a "clang" sound.
Mo Ye was startled and kept walking, escorted by several sergeants to avoid it.
What does he want?
Just when Mo Ye was confused, he saw Yu Wensheng sheathing his sword and pulling out the thick iron rope embedded in the stone arm with one hand.
The iron chain, which was more than 20 meters long, was like a soft whip or a long rope in his body. It was fluttering and making waves, forming a protective shield in the mid-air, blocking the large fireballs that were dropped and shooting them back. .
Immediately, the soldiers above who were controlling the flints retreated in panic. Seeing that the fireballs were returned in full force, once the hot and heavy stones fell down, the machine was destroyed.
"Yu Wensheng!" Mo Ye saw that he had broken his game in such a short time, and immediately called back: "Put down the crossbow bed, fire the bow! Shoot!"
A dozen powerful arrows were shot straight at Yu Wensheng. The arm-thick arrows were all fired from a crossbow that looked like a big bed.
——
Seeing that everyone was in a hard fight and had no time to pay attention to her side, Gongshu Lan shouted in fear: "What do you want to do?!"
Zheng Quchi turned a blind eye to the dangerous environment around him, and only stared at her with fierce eyes: "Did you kill Feng Qing?"
Gongshu Lan's weak brows and eyes were full of resistance and irritation. She glared at Sang Xuanqing with disgust and hatred: "No..."
Poof!
Just after the dagger was pulled out, another knife stabbed into the palm of her hand. It was not deep, but it was painful enough. This was because Zheng Quchi deliberately showed mercy and did not strike through.
"Ah - it hurts so much. Let me go. Someone, come and save me..." Gong Shulan's beautiful face twisted and became as white as snow.
But at this time, everyone was entangled by the enemy troops from the Julu Kingdom she had summoned, and no one could care about her or save her.
Including Wang Zebang, he was focused on Yu Wensheng on the battlefield at the moment, for fear that the general would encounter any danger at Mo Ye's hands, and he would not be able to step forward to block the sword in time.
Wei Yao saw Fu Rong holding on to the dying Yao, exhausted from fighting the enemy alone, so he went to support him, but Gong Shulan had no way to call for help at this moment.
Zheng Quchi used too much force, causing the whipping wound to open again. Bright red blood dripped from her arm onto Gong Shulan's body and face. She looked at Zheng Quchi's eyes in horror.
Zheng Quchi completely let go of his emotions at this moment. Those were the eyes of a killer who had survived in a bloody and cruel environment. There was only cold murderous intent in it: "Say, if you dare not answer again, I will slash your face!"
Gong Shulan believed that she was definitely serious. She took a quick breath: "No, no, I said, I said... yes, I killed him."
Her voice was very low, so low that only Zheng Quchi could hear it.
She was still playing tricks, how could Zheng Quchi not know about it.
"What about...Muke?"
"He is too." The pain on Gong Shulan's hand made her lips tremble.
Zheng Quchi was stunned for a moment. She lowered her eyes and stared at her face for a long time before asking her in a low voice: "Why did you want to kill them?"
Having said this, Gong Shulan naturally no longer had to hide anything: "Didn't you already guess most of it just now? Because I took away your letter."
It turned out to be her doing.
Zheng Quchi couldn't figure out how she, a little craftsman, could offend her and make her go to such great lengths to plot against him.
She asked in a hoarse voice: "It's because of me..."
"Yes, you killed them!" Seeing that she cared so much about the life and death of those two people, Gong Shulan turned his autumn eyes and used this to stimulate her: "If it weren't for you, they wouldn't have died, and right now These soldiers will not suffer this disaster."
However, Zheng Quchi did not go as she wished. She was always sober: "No, it's because you want to harm people!"
Zheng Quchi refused to be PUAed by a murderer. He raised the knife high and pointed it accurately at her heart: "A murder must be punished by a life. This is true everywhere."
Gong Shulan didn't expect that she would kill her without even asking the reason: "No! Don't kill me. Do you know who I am? I am Gong Shulan!"
One of her hands was crushed to death by Zheng Quchi's knee, and she could only use her injured hand. When Zheng Quchi pulled out the tip of the knife, she endured the intense pain and quietly touched the girdle. There was a mechanism there. But when she was in crisis, she was killed with one blow.
But you only get one chance.
"Don't say you are Gong Shu Lan, even if you are Gong Shu Lan now, you still have to pay for Uncle Mu with your life!" Zheng Quchi's eyes filled with fierceness, he said, and he was about to stab him.
But at this moment, Yu Wensheng suddenly turned around with Youmo's surging eyes, and by luck, an iron olive shot out, hitting Zheng Quchi. She was hit in the side of the waist, and the dagger in her hand deflected, and she was killed. Fell aside.
And this blow undoubtedly caused more injuries to her current broken body. Her waist softened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the side of her head.
Seeing that she was vomiting blood, her face was cold and pale, but she never glanced at him. For some reason, Yu Wensheng felt as if a stone had settled in his heart, but in fact, his heartbeat was always calm, cold and ruthless.
Zheng Quchi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, his eyes indifferently focused on the ground.
...Fortunately, no vital parts were injured.
Gong Shulan's deadly poison weapon just happened to pass by Zheng Quchi by accident. She hated it in her heart, but she could do nothing about it.
Pushing away Zheng Quchi who was lying on top of her, she got up and stumbled to run towards Yu Wensheng.
Zheng Quchi knew that unlike her, who had a low life and had no one to rely on, Gongshu Lan was born superior to others, and the entire Gongshu family stood behind her.
Yu Wensheng will not let Gong Shulan die. He has kept her by his side for so long, so he naturally sees her various values, but...
Zheng Quchi slowly raised his eyes, his light brown eyes were cold and clear - she must die today.
She got up from the ground, picked up the dagger that had fallen aside, and stared at Gongshu Lanying's beautiful back as she hurriedly ran away: "Uncle Mu, Feng Qing, one life for two, in the end it's still a loss."
As she spoke, she threw the dagger in her hand towards her.
The wind was piercing, and she moved like lightning, hitting Gong Shulan in the back with a "puff".
She screamed and fell to the ground.
She lay on the ground, her beautiful eyes filled with mist, and turned back in disbelief: "You..."
Blood surged up from her throat, blocking her mouth and nose.
"I no longer want to know why you want to harm me and insist on letting me die. I only know that you have long nights and many dreams. You must have never thought that you would die here today."
Zheng Quchi slowly stood up from the ground. She covered her bleeding waist with desolation in her eyes.
She thought she would never let go of murder.
However, she won't be so weak that she can't take action.
"Sang Xuanqing! Do you know what you are doing?! That is Gongshu Lan, Gongshu Jiruo's sister! Do you want to make the entire Beiyuan Kingdom an enemy?!"
At this time, Wei Yao grabbed her from behind, with a stern expression on his face. He wanted to go over to check on Gong Shu Lan, but he heard Zheng Quchi calling out to him from behind.
"Brother Wei, thank you."
Thank you for always being willing to believe me. You knew clearly that I had personal contact with Mohist disciples, and you concealed it for your own purposes, but you were still willing to teach me something as useful as "Bone Bone Art".
He turned around and saw that Zheng Quchi's dark and thin face in the past was now a dead gray. His big eyes were no longer as bright as before, leaving only a dull and indifferent look.
She was still retreating slowly: "I owe Uncle Mu, and I indirectly killed someone. Although I avenged them, people cannot be resurrected after death."
"What are you talking about? Why do you think this matter is related to Gong Shulan?" Wei Yao asked her urgently.
Zheng Quchi suppressed the sobs rising in her throat. She didn't have time to explain the cause and effect to him here.
"With such a complicated and unspeakable past, Yu Wensheng will never trust me again. I'm just a little regretful that I didn't see with my own eyes the city wall built by me in this area standing on Guixuan Ridge. I killed Gong Shulan, but I I can’t explain the reason to you in detail, but she is behind all this, but no matter what the truth is, I know that Ye Country can no longer tolerate me.”
Hearing this, Wei Yao said anxiously: "What are you going to do?"
"I won't leave with Mo Ye, and I didn't write the letter, and I won't go back to the Mo family. I just want to choose a new life that I can control on my own, and start over."
"Ah Qing, you are so seriously injured, where are you going?" Wei Yao couldn't bear to ask her.
Wang Zebang looked furious. He picked up Gong Shulan, who was only breathing, and said sternly to Wei Yao: "Catch her and never let her escape!"
Wei Yao froze and just took a step forward, when Fu Rong pushed her to him and stepped in from the side, trying to catch her.
But Zheng Quchi opened his clothes and pulled out a homemade slingshot from the tightly wrapped bra.
She buckled the stone, narrowed her eyes, and shot at Fu Rong.
Fu Rong dodged in time.
This small stone fell to the ground from his ear, and actually made a small hole. Although its power was not comparable to that of a crossbow, it should not be underestimated.
Fu Rong was horrified. The two stones from the opponent were like straight lines with clear trajectories, one on the left and the other on the right. If they were one inch longer, he would lose both ears.
He increased his vigilance and looked over again, but in the next second, he seemed to see something impossible, and was stunned on the spot.
His eyes fell exactly on her neck and collarbone, where something was hanging, half exposed and half hidden.
Zheng Quchi noticed his strange gaze, immediately pulled up his clothes, turned around and left.
When she turned her head, she glanced in the direction of Yu Wensheng.
On the battlefield, he was simply more terrifying than a killing machine. In this short period of time, nine out of ten of the crossbow beds that Mo Ye used to deal with him were destroyed by him.
However, he was not unscathed. During this period, a corner of his shirt was torn. He smoothed the flying hem and his eyes fell on Gong Shulan, who had no chance to save himself.
There are no ups and downs, just like Gong Shulan's life and death, it has nothing to do with him.
Gong Shulan could no longer see things clearly. She held on to the last bit of vitality and looked towards Yu Wensheng... After all, she still couldn't ask for it. He couldn't even die to exchange for any love and affection from him. Her sideways glance...
Brother, what you said to me back then was right... He, Yu Wensheng, has been conceited and lonely all his life. His heart towards everyone is cold. He simply... will not feel compassion for anyone. The feelings of joy, separation and union.
The hand dropped quietly.
(End of chapter)
