The black blood on the big beach on the ground.

Many of them even touched the hem of the clothes.

He took steps and staggered forward. The scenery in front of him was sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes real and sometimes weak. Sometimes there were Chen Tang and others, and sometimes there were shadows, and they couldn't see their appearance clearly. Zheng Qiao could no longer care about them, half-kneeled on the ground, grabbed the ground with blood-stained hands, and tried to climb to the bamboo eucalyptus seat that once belonged to him. He endured the severe pain and forced himself to sit up straight.

This little movement took away most of his strength.

He was so painful that his internal organs were about to be tangled into blood foam.

Zheng Qiao looked up at the countless phantoms that were walking towards him step by step, but his mood was unprecedentedly quiet. He forced the Dan Mansion, which was experiencing severe pain, and used literary energy to compete with the poison that spread throughout his body, so that he could clearly say: "Sister Ning, if you want to avenge your husband, take advantage of the moment. Draw your sword! Remember to stab your right chest, don't imitate your senior brother to stab your left chest."

He didn't see that Ning Yan let go of her white knuckles.

He untied the sword from his waist and threw it to Jiang Sheng.

She said, "I don't want to leave you with the whole body."

Zheng Qiao was so weak that his voice was weak.

He wanted to laugh, but he vomited more blood.

"Ahem - it should be... Gu did not leave Yan Xingning's entire body. If you show mercy, you will not be like you!"

"I can't have a good ending. Chen Youli, can you seek a good beginning and a good ending in this world? Haha, I am looking at you!"

Ning Yan's eyelids were slightly sank. Seeing her former junior brother being surrounded by death, his vitality that should have been vigorous gradually withered.

"Junior brother, I don't even want to kill you with my own hands."

Ning Yan's words made Zheng Qiao tremble suddenly.

The dark eyes lost focus at this moment, and there was a little more innocent and confusion when they looked at it, which made Ning Yan suddenly think that she had seen the junior brother of Shaoshi. She knew that Zheng Qiao tried hard to find her with her eyes, but she still closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

"Come on, kill!"

Jiang Sheng was able to pull out Ning Yan's sword.

A sword light broke through the air and crossed Zheng Qiao's throat.

Gulu—

The beautiful head rolled to the ground.

Blood soared into the sky and splattered everywhere.

Zheng Qiao's headless body fell forward and fell on the bamboo eucommia.

The bamboo house was silent for a moment.

Ning Yan looked at the head that was rolling to her feet, bent down and stretched out her hand, and brushed her eyes before her closed: "Go away."

Jiang Sheng held up the sword that was still ticking in his hand, and his expression was a little dazed: "Is he dead like this?"

Wei Shou said: "What if it is?"

Suddenly, the corpse was raised and fought with them for 18 rounds?

Wei Shou and Zheng Qiao have known each other for some time, so they dare not say they know more about it, but they also know the character of this person and are most disdainful of the scene of pretending to die and escape, not to mention that the four of them are all here. Zheng Qiao really has the idea of ​​escaping, so he can make Qi Cang fight desperately.

Zheng Qiao is also strangely proud.

At this moment, Qi Cang, who had been guarding outside, walked outside the bamboo house and knocked on the bamboo wall very politely.

Chen Tang and the other two looked at him vigilantly.

Qi Cang said: "The king is dead. As an old minister, it is not too much to share his corpse with him in the past?"

Unless Chen Tang and the others still want to play with the corpse and vent their anger.

Qi Cang didn't think they would kindly collect Zheng Qiao's corpse, but it was not appropriate to let the corpse decay and turn it into a beast's food.

Chen Tang said: "Please give me some advice."

Qi Cang took out the needle and thread from his arms.

Wei Shou approached and said, "Why are you carrying everything?"

Preparation is quite thorough.

Qi Cang was running a needle and picked up Zheng Qiao's head and put it on his body: "If you don't come, the king is going to sleep here forever. He brought me here to collect the body. He should always bring this thing with him... I thought he would just commit suicide, but he didn't know it was a behead..."

He brought quite a complete set of things.

He used martial arts to help stop bleeding from the wound, and sewed it with needles and threads. By the way, he also helped Zheng Qiao to take care of his remains, not caring about the four enemies in the bamboo house. After packing up, he blasted open a deep pit with one qi, and then carefully put the body into the pit.

Wei Shou asked him: "Where is his national seal?"
Chapter completed!