He stared at Deng Ling, covered in blood and a weak breath, and was shocked and panicked, murmured: "Aling...Aling? Why did you look like this?"

Deng Ling was exhausted physically and mentally at this moment. When he saw Deng Guozhong, he was about to open his mouth to say something, but Deng Qing was taken a step ahead: "Grandfather! Second uncle... was attacked by Zhan Po soldiers hiding in the suburbs of Beijing... Hundreds of personal soldiers were surrounded by thousands of people, and they were all surrounded and suppressed. It was me... It was because I didn't arrive in time that Second uncle was so seriously injured."

Deng Ling's red eyes glared, but he couldn't say anything to refute. At this moment, the mountains were full of corpses of soldiers wearing Zhanpo's uniforms. Everything seemed to be as Deng Qing said... His team was attacked by Zhanpo's soldiers, and he was seriously injured by Zhanpo's soldiers. If he spoke to Deng Qing, I'm afraid... no one present would believe it. The reason why Deng Qing was so unscrupulous was that he could not get substantial evidence and could not grasp the handle at all.

Deng Ling closed his eyes in despair, not wanting to look at the person in front of him again. Deng Guozhong didn't know the truth, so he carefully carried Deng Ling from Deng Qing's arms. Regardless of his age, he wanted to carry him on his back. His eyes were red and moist and said, "Let's go... Aling, let's take you home for treatment for your father."

As a father, Deng Guozhong's voice trembled continuously at this moment.

Deng Ling moved, leaned on his back, enduring the arrow wounds all over his body. Just as he was about to say something, he felt a heat coming out of his chest. Before Deng Guozhong stood up from the ground with his back, Deng Ling spat out a mouthful of black blood, slid down from his body dyingly, and fell to the ground with a plop.

Deng Guozhong was shocked and shouted, "Aling!!" and then reached out to hug him.

The dark blood on the ground emits a fishy and unpleasant smell.

Changmingjun's feather arrows were all covered with deadly poison. As long as they were shot and cut out the wound and made the poison penetrate into the flesh and blood, it would cause people to die within two cups of tea.

From the moment Deng Qing was rushing over, Deng Ling knew that he would definitely not be able to walk out of this mountain and return to Deng’s mansion today.

Deng Fu, who was already a horse with Deng Guozhong, couldn't help but feel uncontrollably when he saw this scene. Even though he hated Deng Ling so much that he wanted to drive him out of Deng's family... Deng Ling was still the younger brother of his mother and, no matter what, he was the closest person in the world. Now, seeing his younger brother's life in danger, he couldn't help but wet his eyes and stood aside without saying a word.

Deng Ling twitched hard all over his body, then grabbed Deng Guozhong's clothes with all his might and said, "Father...I...I'm not much time left. I, I, I have something to say...I want to say to A Qing. Let me and A Qing stay alone."

He begged, his eyes full of red blood and his eyes were extremely sad. He heard his words, Deng Qing was a little unexpected and stared at him in confusion, wondering what his uncle, as he was going to say to him before he died.

"Aling, listen to my father's words, get on the horse first, we will go back to the house for treatment. After the treatment is cured... you can say as much as you want to say to Aqing." Deng Guozhong was in a panic and reached out to lift Deng Ling hard. Deng Fu and the soldiers behind him also rushed forward, trying to lift him up from the cold sandy ground.

Unexpectedly, Deng Qing raised his hand to stop it, shook his head tiredly and said, "Father...Zhan Po Bing's arrow is poisonous. I have been poisoned quite deeply, and I feel a torn and painful inside my body. I am afraid... I can't stand it anymore. You just follow my wishes... If you don't say it, I'm afraid I will never have a chance."

He finished speaking in one breath, and after he finished speaking, he gasped hard.

Deng Guozhong wiped away the tears in his eyes, looked up at Deng Qing, who was kneeling on one knee, and then looked at Deng Ling who was gradually falling into confusion. He lowered his head and agreed softly, "Okay... but Aling, you promise to be your father and hold on."

Deng Ling nodded in slightest.

Deng Guozhong gave him back to Deng Qing with slightest move, and retreated twenty meters away with Deng Fu. He stopped until he could not hear the conversation between his uncle and nephew.

Deng Ling gently grabbed Deng Qing's sleeve and was saying something hard. The expression on his face was extremely painful. Deng Guozhong couldn't bear to look at it, and his heart hurt. He felt like his whole body was constantly pricked by a hanging needle, and the pain was unbearable.

He turned around and didn't want to see this scene again. Deng Fu looked at this scene with a lot of heartache. He looked at it again, but he couldn't bear it. He slowly turned his head and carried his body over like Deng Guozhong.

Deng Ling's life was hanging on a thread. Seeing his brother and father retreating to the foot of the mountain, he started to talk about the serious matter: "A Qing... I know everything you did. By this time... I don't blame you anymore. In fact, you didn't need to go through such a lot of trouble... A Qing, the position of the head of the family, belongs to you a hundred years later. A Yuan is cowardly and unbearable to major events... If he inherits the Deng family, the glory of the entire clan may be destroyed in him in the future...

Ah Qing, maybe it is because of your father... that you hold a grudge against me like this. I compete with him... for the position of the head of the family, and I robbed all the power he had... I almost forced him to no avenue... But I didn't really want to make him useless. But... Although Deng seems to be at the top and is brilliant,... in fact, there are many crises.

Brother... He is not like you, he is not decisive enough, and he always lacks his behavior. Like A Yuan, it is difficult to take great responsibilities and needs someone to help him. A Qing... Your father is prone to doing confusing things... You need to keep a good eye on him in the future. And... your grandfather... he is old. He has been alone and has been walking forward for more than 40 years... he is exhausted and needs someone to take over.

Ah Qing, my hope for you has always been very big. That's why I chose to send you... to the North for exercise when you were young. I thought... that's for your own good. But I didn't expect... you have such deep resentment towards me. It's me... it's me that I can't put the entire Deng family in a dangerous place.

You and the mastermind behind the Zhan Po soldier... You must break off contact as soon as possible. I don't want you to get deeper and deeper. Today... what happened to me, I... I don't want you to use it for any other tribe. Ah Qing... Remember what I said. Take good care of the Deng family, and I must lead the Deng family... and go on well."

He tried hard to hold on and endured the pain and toxins, and finished his words.

After saying that, Deng Ling had gradually stopped resting, and black blood kept gushing out of his mouth. He no longer hesitated and slowly calmed down.

Deng Qing stared at him in shock, as if she had never expected his uncle to explain such words to him. He asked in a trembling voice: "Second Uncle...you...do you really think so?"

Deng Ling tried hard to open his heavy eyelids, and his pupils' eyes gradually dissipated and gradually disappeared. He could hardly see the appearance of the person in front of him. Even though his life was like a lingering thread, he still nodded and replied firmly: "You and, and,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

He swallowed the black blood coming out of his throat, made a gurgling sound from his mouth, and clutched Deng Qing's clothes tightly, and frowned deeply. After a while, he had no strength to support him, and he swallowed in front of Deng Qing.

"Second Uncle! Second Uncle!" Deng Qing finally felt a hint of panic, staring at the face of the middle-aged man in his arms, and for the first time he felt regretful. When he did things, he never regretted it... But now, he felt that he... seemed to have done something wrong.

"Second Uncle!"

Deng Qing's tragic cry came from behind him. Deng Guozhong finally couldn't help it. He turned his head and looked at it. He saw Deng Ling closing his eyes tightly, and his hand holding Deng Qing's sleeve gradually relaxed until it slipped down.

Deng Guozhong felt frightened and stared at the scene in front of him, not knowing what he felt, but his legs seemed to not belong to him at this moment, unable to move, unable to move forward, and weakened.

Soon, he felt his eyes darkened and he became unconscious.

Deng Guozhong fainted on the spot and fell straight backwards. Du Fu Deng was shocked and hurriedly held him over and called out loudly: "Father...! Father! Hurry! Help your father to the carriage! Hurry!"

The soldiers of the Deng family mansion, who were standing behind them, hurried forward, supported the old lieutenant, and staggered to send him into the docked carriage on the side.

The desolate scenery at the foot of the mountain shows absurdity.

Deng Qing held Deng Ling's body in a daze and kept muttering to himself, "I'm sorry." But the husband in his arms could no longer hear what he said. Deng Fu had placed Deng Guozhong, so he ran over and wanted to carry Deng Ling's body to the car. Deng's mansion later. However, Deng Qing hugged him tightly, unwilling to let him touch a little.

Dengfu stood in the middle of the mountain, at a loss.

Hiding on the side wall of the cave and taking all this into his eyes, Jiang Chengjia and Mu Yun felt an endless sense of desolation in his heart.

They didn't know what Deng Qing said before Deng Ling died, but they also had some guesses when they looked at Deng Qing's regretful and annoyed reaction. People always had to hit the south wall before they knew what they were doing... whether it was right or wrong.
Chapter completed!