Three Kingdoms: Liu Daer Forced out of the Mountain at the Beginning

For Yang Xiu, apart from thinking that he is really smart, Bai Feng doesn't have any good feelings for him.

Because Yang Xiu has completely offended Bai Feng's Ni Lin.

There is no need for Bai Feng to give him any good looks for someone who wants to kill him.

Yang Xiu smiled wryly and said:

"Mr. Bai, can I have a bowl of wine?"

Hearing this request, Bai Feng was taken aback for a moment.

Unexpectedly, Yang Xiu desperately came to find him, but it was just for a bowl of wine?

"Give it to him."

Bai Feng thought for a moment, then turned to Li Cunxiao.

When Li Cunxiao got the order, he poured a bowl of sake from Cao Chun and handed it to Yang Xiu.

Yang Xiu took the wine tremblingly, licked his dry lips, and murmured to Bai Feng:

"I don't know Mr. Bai, can I have a drink with Yang before Yang is about to die?"

At this moment, Yang Xiu had completely lost any vigor.

Compared with the falseness of coming to the door to apologize before, there is also the look in his eyes at the recruitment meeting.

Bai Feng could clearly see that Yang Xiu was completely desperate.

Right now, Yang Xiu has no ending other than death.

Bai Feng sighed slightly in his heart, and also poured a bowl of wine from the side.

This bowl, Bai Feng didn't drink it for Yang Xiu, but for his opponent.

Bai Feng has already admitted that Yang Xiu is indeed a good opponent.

Although only so short-lived.

When Yang Xiu saw this, his face was full of excitement, and he immediately drank the sake in the bowl.

Seeing that Bai Feng also drank the wine in the bowl, Yang Xiu knelt down in front of Bai Feng, took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked straight at Bai Feng with bloodshot eyes:

"Mr. Bai, Xiu still has a long-cherished wish, and I ask Mr. Bai to grant it."

Seeing Bai Feng's expressionless face and no intention of answering, Yang Xiu continued:

"Please use the green spear on your waist, sir, to cut me off."

"I want to die under the king's sword."

Hearing Yang Xiu's words, Bai Feng's heart moved slightly.

This Yang Xiu is indeed a smart man!

To die under the broadsword of the executioner will inevitably be submerged in the long river of history.

Yang Xiu refused to accept his fate, he wanted to die under the sword of the king, and leave a name in the history!

Bai Feng sneered, and unsheathed the Qingzhi sword from his waist.

The cold sound of the blade colliding with the scabbard made people tremble in their hearts.

A muffled sound.

Blood splattered on the spot.

Yang Xiu's body slowly fell to the ground.

The heads are separated.

Suddenly, the sky changed drastically.

The originally clear sky, for some reason, began to be covered with dark clouds, followed by torrential rain.

Everything came extremely suddenly.

It was as if God had foretold what would happen next.

Bai Feng sighed and raised his hand:

"It's noon, execution!"

In an instant, the prisoner who was waiting to be beheaded screamed wildly.

The overwhelming cries resounded through the sky.

The rain in the sky is getting heavier and heavier, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

One by one, the executioners drew their knives from the side and slashed at the heads of the first batch of beheaded people.

Gradually, the water of the Weihe River was slowly stained red with blood.

The originally green grass on the river bank has turned into a pool of blood.

The rain was constantly washing the blood on the ground, as if it was washing Bai Feng's heart.

Bai Feng couldn't bear it.