The arrogance of the city

Chapter 761

The edge of the battlefield.

The man's footsteps were slow, and a veiled woman supported him.

The two took one step at a time, and soon the soles of their shoes were all wet with blood.

On the Gobi, everything is desolate.

There are corpses everywhere.

Among them are broken golden armors, as well as people from the underworld who have been pierced by swords.

The slow-moving man who seemed to have injuries on his body slowly looked at the scene of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​corpses, his face dull.

"I won't go there."

Noticing that Po Meng had cast her gaze, the veiled woman stopped in her tracks and let go of her hands.

The young man nodded silently, and continued to walk alone, across the huge battlefield.

A group of gold-armored warriors around also saw him, but they seemed to have forgotten to stop him, allowing him to walk to the core area of ​​the battlefield step by step.

"The leader."

"master."

"Emperor Yan."

……

Although the titles were different, as the seemingly weak man approached at this time, the upper echelons of the underworld unanimously lowered their noble heads.

There is only one exception.

Po Meng still stood there, looking at him for a moment.

Yellow sand swept across the sky.

The two looked at each other and spoke almost at the same time.

"came back."

"came back."

The young man who was the fuse of this war didn't seem to expect that the other party would say the same thing as himself, so he smiled, and then his eyes slowly shifted to the man who was still kneeling there, holding the sword hilt.

In front of tens of thousands of gold armors, Meng Po, who had declared that Li's family would be punished, stepped aside and walked behind the young man silently.

Although there were heavy casualties, there were still many people on the Gobi, but no one spoke at this time, and the only thing that could be heard was the whistling wind.

"stand up."

Staring at the half-pay, Li Futu, or the young man named Yan Di, spoke slowly.

The majestic man in command of a hundred thousand gold armor lowered his head, held the hilt of his sword, and said nothing.

No one can see his face.

ten years.

The first time the two met was at Mount Luqi, and he was told to leave in person.

The second time was at the wedding at the State Guesthouse, and the two had no communication at that time.

the third time.

It is now.

remorse?
humiliation?
Are you unwilling?
It seems that there are none.

Looking at the yellow sand blown to his feet by the wind, a gentle face seemed to appear in front of Li Zhengrong's eyes,

This one-word side-by-side king who knelt down among the thousands of troops and had unrivaled prestige among the troops unexpectedly smiled inexplicably.

"I would like to die to end this grievance."

He lowered his head and spoke again.

It seems to be almost the same as what she said to Po Meng just now, but it seems to have a different meaning.

"Finished? What are you going to do with it? Li Zhengrong, do you think your life is worth a lot?"

Li Futu looked cold, stepped forward suddenly, and kicked Li Zhengrong's chest.

Although he was injured, this kick directly sent the supreme commander of the hundred thousand golden armor flying out.

Human Emperor He Jiuzhou watched from the side, and had no intention of stopping it at all.

According to the traditional concepts of the Dragon Kingdom, it is considered treasonous for a son to treat his father like this. However, although he seldom goes to the Central Sea, he can clearly see the grievances and grievances between the three generations of the Li family.

Even if he is the emperor, he doesn't know how to judge what is right and what is wrong.

"stand up."

Li Zhengrong fell four or five meters away, with his hands on the ground, and drops of blood dripped from his mouth to the ground.

"Futu, I know that our Li family is ashamed of you. Could it be that the lives of me and Zhengrong are not enough to eliminate the resentment in your heart?"

Li Kaijiang didn't go to help his son. This old man who had lived his whole life was standing in the wind and sand, his face was too old.

Li Futu breathed heavily, still staring at Li Zhengrong.

"Young master, so many people have died, forget it."

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

A figure slowly walked towards the eye of the storm from behind.

Li Futu's eyes flickered, he turned his head, and couldn't help being startled.

"...Zeng Bo?"

This is an old man with gray temples, dressed in ordinary clothes, but his appearance obviously brought a lot of shock to Li Futu.

"I didn't expect the young master to still remember me."

He looked at the young man who had grown up completely, his eyes were kind, full of regret, and full of nostalgia.

"If the lady knows the achievements of the young master today, she will definitely feel relieved."

Li Futu's palms gradually clenched.

Although we haven't seen each other for ten years, this old man named Zeng Qing used to serve his mother diligently, and he will always remember it in his heart.

"Young master, before leaving, Miss left a last wish, telling you not to bear hatred for the Li family and immerse yourself in hatred. Now, tens of thousands of people have died, and Miss was dedicated to Buddha..."

The once only housekeeper and servant of the desolate Emerald Garden single-family villa didn't say anything more.

The strong wind howled, blowing across the Gobi, and the sound of the wind became more and more mournful.

It seems that tens of thousands of souls who have died are wailing.

Li Futu raised his head and slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, no one dared to disturb.

Even Po Meng remained silent.

The picture of his mother before she died reappeared in his mind.

The woman who had always been compassionate all her life, before she died, even though she couldn't see her man for the last time, she still held her child's hand, and with a pale but gentle smile, told him not to be blinded by hatred eyes.

Also because of my mother's last wish.

That's why he never committed any crime against that noble mansion in the capital city.

This is the only filial piety he can do to his mother.

The scene was quiet, almost silent.

He Jiuzhou took the opportunity to glance at the old man of the Li family.

There is no doubt that this butler was obviously found and brought by Li Kaijiang deliberately.

Ginger is still old and spicy.

At this moment, the only one who can stop this young man is the woman buried under the Luqi Mountain, who is dead but does not complain.

Back then, in order to compensate his comrades who died because of him, Li Kaijiang brought the orphaned daughter of the other party into Li's mansion and raised them as child brides-in-law.

Such a sentimental and righteous move aroused praise from the ruling and opposition parties at that time.

Is it wrong?
It seems right.

As a son of man, Li Zhengrong inherited his father's order and repayed his father's favor. Is there anything wrong?
Seems to be the same.

It is really difficult to tell who is right and who is wrong in this grievance that has lasted for three generations. It can only be said...fate plays tricks on people.

After the pain eased, Li Zhengrong propped himself up on the ground, stood up slowly, stretched out his hand, and gradually untied his armor.

"The Li family, withdraw from the court from now on, I will send Haotian abroad, and I will not be allowed to return to the country for the rest of my life."

The battle armor representing supreme power fell to the ground.

The man who was disarmed in public still had blood on his mouth.

"I, Li Zhengrong, would like to build a thatched hut under Luqi Mountain to end my remaining life."

Li Kaijiang's lips trembled unconsciously, but he didn't say anything, and slowly closed his eyes.

He Jiuzhou's eyes were complicated, and he sighed secretly.

After this battle.

The Li family was very prosperous.

After all, he died.

(End of this chapter)