Reborn Movie Queen's Growth Story

The ending of the story is both reasonable and unexpected.

Without the shackles of the state, Jian Xiuheng is more brave and crazy than Jian Yuheng, a veteran who has been immersed in the army for many years. He always fights with his life. Obviously, every injury can directly kill him, but he can stand up and continue to fight for a few days. It is inevitable that his body breaks down, but even if it breaks down, God still doesn't accept his life.

Jian Yuheng can't do anything but kill Jian Xiuheng, but Jian Yuheng knows what Jian Xiuheng's weakness is.

If the previous Jian Xiuheng had Dayong Dynasty to protect, now he only has Xu, the broken arm man who has been silently following behind him.

As soon as Jian Yuheng saw Xu and his empty right arm, he knew that he was Jian Xiuheng's shadow guard. She cut off his right arm when she ambushed them.

And she can cut off his right arm, also can cut off his neck, cut off his head.

In the end, they are still the brothers and sisters of a mother's compatriots, one to protect and the other to kill, but there is no doubt that they all know what Xu means to Jian Xiuheng.

Jian Yuheng designed to lead away to Jian Xiuheng, and then led out Xu under the guise of Jian Xiuheng. The broken arm Xu was caught without resistance.

Then there is the old story. Jian Yuheng uses Xu to threaten Jian Xiuheng to withdraw from the army. Crazy Jian Xiuheng doesn't listen at all. He simply leads the army to attack Huanglong and kill him into Dawu imperial city.

At the foot of the city, Xu was hung by a rope on the wall and on the top of Jian Xiuheng.

There were soldiers on guard for a long time on the wall. Everyone held bows, arrows and stones in their hands. As long as Jane Xiuheng had any change, they could shoot him into a sieve and smash him into meat and mud.

In front of Jian Xiuheng was Da Wu and behind him was Da Chu. As long as his actions were slightly against the wishes of both sides, they could raise their swords and cut off his head at any time.

It was too short for him to come to Da Chu. It was too short to establish his own personal soldiers. The so-called leader was just working hard for others.

Jane Xiuheng can go crazy, but he can't let Xu go crazy with him.

He looked at Xu who was in a coma on the wall and hesitated.

Jian Yuheng was like a lion returning from victory. Standing on the wall, he looked down at him and advised him to surrender.

Surrender to her? How could it be? Jane Xiuheng looked at his similar face and smiled.

What he hated most in his life was Jian Yuheng. Surrender to her will never be possible.

Jian Xiuheng had no choice but to fight.

But he still missed a point. He could risk his life to fight Jian Yuheng, but the soldiers of Da Chu could not risk their life to attack the city. They had no reason to fight back for a strange man.

What's more, this man named Jian Xiuheng is a great and mediocre king of the subjugation of the country. His heart must be different. No one knows what abacus he is playing in his heart.

At the door, but only Jian Xiuheng fought alone.

The sun was very big, so Xu was hung on the wall and watched the man in armor kill the wall step by step with his sword.

Jian Yuheng deliberately let him into the city just to catch a turtle in a jar. Jane Xiuheng was so smart that he must know what she was up to, but he still pushed away so many people and came to him. He untied the rope for him, held him in his arms and said to him, "let's go home."

The two were put into the dungeon, just like Jian Xiuheng held Jian Yuheng at the beginning, but they didn't come down to save them and had to wait to die.

Perhaps she was still thinking of some flesh and blood affection. Jian Yuheng didn't execute them immediately. They stayed alive until winter.

Until one day, Dayong's adherents rebelled. In order to frighten the mob, Emperor Dawu took Jian Xiuheng to the execution ground with his head covered.

The five horses took him and Xu's head and limbs and ran wildly.

When his arm was torn away from his body by the horse, blood gushed out, pasting his face and falling into the snow like plum blossoms.