Rescue system: run away from the host, calm down

"Then who will resist Daxia? I heard that King Qi has several sons! The sons will inherit the father's career!" Cheng Xiaoxiao thought, no matter how King Qi is a generation of heroes, the heirs he cultivated must not be far behind.

And Leng Qi at the side couldn't say a word.

Cheng Xiaoxiao also knew the expression on Shang Lengqi's face, maybe Qi Wang's sons are not very good.

"Then let's leave early tomorrow."

Or quickly find the little raccoon.

"Grandpa, don't you really want to go back and have a look?"

Five days ago, the Great Xia cavalry launched a general attack on Liedong City.

After three days and three nights of bloody fighting, King Qi was defeated and died on the high wall of Liedong City. All 1 soldiers were killed, and only more than [-] soldiers and horses remained, escorting the body of King Qi all the way back to Yanzhou county.

Liedong City fell, Daxia's [-] cavalry roared past the bloody corpses of the soldiers, burned, killed, and looted the city, committing all kinds of crimes and being extremely arrogant.

Han Yi was depressed, but he didn't dare to act rashly without his master's order.

Zhou Yanlan was surrounded by terrifying evil spirit, the corners of his mouth curled up evilly, and his eyes were full of bloodthirsty madness, "It's time to pay the debt with blood!"

Han Yixin finally agreed to go back, but the master only went back for revenge, and had no intention of going back to see the prince for the last time.

"Is the escape route blocked?"

"Yes! No matter which route they retreat from, they can't escape our trap."

"very good!"

As the black stones on the man's slender fingertips fell, strangling a large group of white stones, the white stones were destined to never come back.

Han Yi felt that the air around him was getting colder and colder, and the master's evil spirit was too heavy, which made his inner breath surge, and he instinctively wanted to defend himself.

Don't dare to stay any longer, quickly retreat.

Han Yi, who was covered in cold sweat, shuddered when a gust of wind blew past, it was really hard.

Why hasn't there been any news about Miss Cheng? Now, only the matter of Miss Cheng can make the master stop the evil spirit that is blowing out all the time.

It was okay to be air-conditioned before, but since the death of the prince, the prince has become more gloomy and fierce, as if the thick ink that cannot be melted has turned into ice, making people shudder.

Why!Those who don't know think that Grandpa doesn't care, but who knows the pain in Grandpa's heart.

In the past two days, my grandfather suffered from insomnia, and he often didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night.

Not to mention not sleeping well, but also always having nightmares, often waking up suddenly, every time I wake up, I am covered in cold sweat and my face is pale.

Lord, not only punishing the prince, but also torturing himself.

Pay a painful price to let the prince understand how wrong he was.

Yes!The prince suddenly came to his senses and saw clearly what kind of wolves, tigers and leopards were around him.

But hurt is hurt after all, time cannot be turned back, and nothing can make up for it.

The Lord has done so much, but he just wanted to see with his own eyes the expression of regret and heartbreak on the part of the Lord.

But at this stall, the bad news of Lie Dongcheng came too late.

They never thought that the prince would die in battle so soon, and it would take a month or two!

Even if the lord vomited blood once after being stunned by qi last time, and the Da Xia invader vomited again, dragging his sick body and wearing armor on the battlefield, he shouldn't be defeated so quickly.

I'm afraid there are quite a lot of tricks in it, and maybe there are hidden secret works of Daxia in the army.

The day before the prince went to battle, he secretly sent a letter to let him go back, and ignored everyone's objections, directly announcing that his son would inherit the throne.

It is estimated that this news directly made people unable to bear it, and stabbed a knife in the back.

King Qi, who had arranged for the rear, never expected that he would not receive news of his son's return until he died in battle.

I'm afraid I also understand in my heart that after so many years of indifference, father and son have long since left their hearts.

The son was angry, and he didn't care about his throne, so he didn't want to take it over.

Even so, the remorseful prince did not let go of using the last bit of value to use the former princess's mother's family to coerce the son back to defend the city.

When he was about to die, the last message he sent was that he hoped to be forgiven by the son of the world. Forgive him for being a father. He is willing to go to hell to repent and atone for his mother. There is his mother's land.

What an irony this is, even if the lord is dead, the shackles that cannot be broken will be put on the lord.

I remember the night before I received the news, my grandfather woke up in the middle of the night with red eyes, a gloomy face, wearing only a loose undershirt, and drew his sword barefoot, slashing wildly at the obstacle in front of him.

"Forgive if you say forgive, who do you think you are!"

"I'm ashamed to mention my mother, you deserve it too! You deserve it too!"

"If you want me to guard it, I will guard it. Why, I don't want to. I want to watch the foundation you have worked hard for decades come to naught."

With a wave of hands, another group of expensive decorations turned into powder.

"Hahaha! Don't you think of me as your son? It's a joke that you think of me in times of crisis."

"What kind of atonement, my mother won't accept it, she won't accept it."

"Mother will never forgive you a betrayer."

Ah!
"Let those bastards do it! Why do you want me to recite it?"

The strength overturned the solid pear wood roof, and for a while there was a strong wind, the tiles and sawdust flew, the candlesticks fell and ignited the bed curtains on the ground, and the flames flickered, corresponding to the hideous faces of the people in the house, Terribly cold.

"Why!"

"Why!"

The fire that was about to approach Liaoyuan was struck by a strong air current, leaving only green smoke.

After venting his heart out, the man fell to the ground and muttered to himself, "Mother, he's dead, dead! I haven't settled with him yet, how could he have died! Who allowed him to die."

Tears blurred his bloodthirsty eyes, loved and hated, longed for, but never let go of, he has not seen what he has planned for many years, why should he die happily.

When all expectations were in vain, the demon hidden deep in his heart broke through the shackles of reason at this moment and completely occupied his mind, leaving only the desire to kill and destroy.

When he was eroded by anger and wanted to destroy everything, a basin of cold water suddenly poured down.

The scene was silent, only the sound of water ticking on the man's body.

The surrounding guards have already been sent away by Han Yi, how can people know about this side of the master.

After waking up, Zhou Yanlan blinked her dripping eyes, looked at the mess all over the room, and Han Yi who was kneeling in front of him pleading guilty, his consciousness gradually returned.

"Please forgive me."

Grandpa almost lost his temper, and Han Yi was afraid and trembling, with lingering fears in his heart.

"Get up! Pack up."

Zhou Yanlan got up weakly, stepped out of the debris-strewn room step by step, clenched his fists, and his thoughts were surging. Once a person died, no matter how much resentment and anger disappeared, even if he was unwilling, so what.

Seeing that the distraught grandfather was about to walk out of sight, Han Yi couldn't help saying loudly, "Master, you must take care of yourself, Miss Cheng might make a joke if she sees you like this."

As soon as the words fell, a powerful air current swept over, and Han Yi fled immediately.