The beginning of Tianlong is second to Murong Fu

Chapter 192
Outside Tuzhou City.

Among the forests.

"I hate you! I hate everyone in the Murong family!"

Wang Yuyan looked at Murong Bo who was kneeling on the ground, gritted her teeth, and said struggling.

Now she must have mixed feelings, maybe no one can understand the pain in her heart now, being deceived by others like a fool for more than 20 years, such a sense of frustration and loss is unimaginable.

Such deception is more heartbreaking than betrayal.

"Whether you hate it or not is not so important anymore, and I don't care anymore. I have already reached this point, and there is nothing to say. Maybe I am wrong, but there is no way, this is my mission."

Murong Bo smiled wryly, shook his head and said.

"Do you really think you're wrong?!"

At this moment, a voice full of resentment came, and then a stumbling figure appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing this person, Po Yu immediately rushed over and supported him with both hands.

Mei Jian!

Hearing these words, Xiao Jun, whose back was turned, couldn't help but frowned, with a dignified expression.

"Holy Lord, I'm sorry, I didn't hide it."

A disciple of the Tuzhou branch who came with Mei Jian knelt in front of Xiao Jun and said with self-reproach.

"It's none of your business, get up."

Xiao Jun said lightly.

When he set off this morning, the Tuzhou Branch Church received news from the Yunzhou Branch Church. He already knew that Mei Jian was on his way to Tuzhou City despite dissuasion. Can't stop.

But he didn't expect Mei Jian to come so fast, probably because he didn't rest all the way.

Hearing Mei Jian's words, Murong Bo, who was kneeling on the ground, turned his head and took a look, but didn't talk to Mei Jian, because he didn't know Mei Jian at all.

"I'm asking you, do you really think you're wrong?"

Mei Jian walked towards Murong Bo slowly, his eyes were full of hatred, there were tears in his eyes, and his expression was painful.

"Mei Jian, you still haven't saluted the Holy Lord!?"

Yu Po reminded Mei Jian in a low voice.

But Mei Jian acted as if he didn't hear it at all, and still walked straight to Murong Bo, as if he couldn't see anyone except Murong Bo in his eyes.

Seeing Mei Jian's appearance, Xiao Jun couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he already guessed what was going to happen next.

"Are you deaf?! I'll ask you again!"

Mei Jian finally walked in front of Murong Bo, stared at Murong Bo, and asked with gritted teeth.

She deliberately turned her body sideways to avoid seeing the bamboo sword in the tomb.

"Who are you?! What does my right or wrong have to do with you?!"

Murong Bo raised his head, frowned, looked at Mei Jian and said with some dissatisfaction.

"What does it have to do with me? It doesn't matter? Does it have anything to do with her!?"

Mei Jian's expression was twisted, he glared at Murong Bo angrily, pointed at Wang Yuyan, and asked in a crying voice.

Murong Bo was at a loss for words for a moment and didn't talk to him.

"Does it have anything to do with her?!"

Immediately afterwards, Mei Jian pointed at the bamboo sword lying in the coffin with his back turned, stared at Murong Bo and said loudly.

Murong Bo was completely speechless.

"If it wasn't for you, how could she have died?! You tell me! People like you who would never let go of your own family members! You don't deserve to live in this world! You should die!"

Mei Jian looked at Murong Bo excitedly, and said loudly.

Since she came late, she didn't know that Murong Bo and Wang Yuyan had nothing to do with each other.

Murong Bo didn't speak, glanced at Xiao Jun who was standing not far away, and frowned.

"Holy Master! Zhu Jian died to save Miss Wang, so he can't just die in such a vague way! Murong Bo is the one who started it, he must die!"

Mei Jian suddenly raised his head to look at Xiao Jun, and shouted hysterically, his cheeks were already wet with tears.

Xiao Jun hesitated for a moment, then turned around, without saying a word, and ignored it.

The moment Xiao Jun turned around, Mei Jian drew his sword suddenly, and then the sword edge flashed towards Murong Bo's neck!

A blood arrow shot out!
Murong Bo's throat was cut instantly, his eyes widened in horror.

"Xu Zhu, your words don't count."

Murong Bo had already swallowed his last breath after speaking halfway.He was looking at Mei Jian standing beside him until he died, maybe he never dreamed that he would die in such a way, at the hands of an unknown soldier whose name he didn't even know.

Xiao Jun did not speak, did not stop.

Originally, he said just now that if Murong Bo was willing to tell the truth, he might be lenient and let him live.But with the arrival of Mei Jian, he knew that he was going to make a slip of the tongue.

He couldn't let Murong Bo leave in front of Mei Jian, he knew Tianmen owed Mei Jian siblings.

This is the first time he broke a promise, but he has no regrets.

Murong Bo's death may be regarded as a relief for Wang Yuyan.

After killing Murong Bo, Mei Jian finally turned around, and fell down in front of Zhu Jian's grave, and couldn't help crying, the painful look moved everyone present.

Granny Yu was comforting and supporting Mei Jian all the time, and tears fell down again.

After looking at the sad Mei Jian for a long time, Wang Yuyan walked slowly towards Xiao Jun who had been turning his back, and went straight past Murong Bo who had died for a long time, without a trace of pity, not even a second glance.

"Thank you."

After Wang Yuyan came to Xiao Jun's side, she stopped quietly and spoke in a low voice, her voice choked with sobs.

"Why do you want to say thank you all of a sudden?"

Xiao Jun smiled wryly, looked at the dense forest not far away, and said lightly.

"Of course I would like to thank you. If I hadn't met you, maybe I would have been kept in the dark until now, and I have been deceived like a fool. Thank you for showing up and letting me know this."

Wang Yuyan turned her head to look at Xiao Jun, and said softly, her eyes were full of gratitude.

"fool!"

Xiao Jun turned his head and glanced at Wang Yuyan, who was like pear blossoms with rain, said something with a smile, and stretched out his hand to hug Wang Yuyan into his arms.

Wang Yuyan threw herself into Xiao Jun's arms, and pressed against him tightly, with tears in the corners of her eyes again.

Zhujian's death, her life experience, and being deceived for more than 20 years are enough for her to let go of it for a long time, she knows.

But fortunately, she still has this person by her side to accompany her, who will never leave her.

For her, that's enough.

After a long time, Zhu Jian finally closed the coffin, and Mei Jian did it himself, and then buried the first handful of soil with his own hands.

Zhu Jian was finally buried, Murong Bo and the five men in black were also burned, turned into ashes, scattered with the wind, and fell around Zhu Jian's tomb.

From then on, only one person remained of the two swords of plum and bamboo.

In the distant forest, under a big tree, stood a woman in white with a veil on her face, looking at the crowd in the distance, looking at Xiao Jun and Wang Yuyan who were cuddling tightly together , fists clenched, body trembling slightly, a little emotional.

After a long time, the woman in white reluctantly turned around and walked towards the depths of the forest, gradually disappearing into the distance.

(End of this chapter)