Jing Rong hugged Mo Ruo's corpse. His ice-cold armor was stained with blood.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Only when Mo Ruo's corpse gradually turned cold did Jing Rong release him.
He looked down at Mo Ruo's deathly pale face.
Jing Rong whispered in his ear, "Mo Ruo, I will avenge you."
As he spoke, he gently placed Mo Ruo's ice-cold body on the ground.
The man who was drunk all day long could no longer wake up at this moment.
Jing Rong clearly remembered that Mo Ruo would always say the same thing: he wasn't drunk!
That's right!
In fact, Mo Ruo had never been drunk.
He had always been sober.
Jing Rong had hoped that one day, he would be able to chat with him under the moonlight.
But now, it had become an extravagant hope.
Because there were no ifs in anything.
Jing Rong slowly got up and pulled out Mo Ruo's sword from the ground.
A cold light flashed.
At the same time, blood dripped down from the blade.
It dyed the grass on the ground red.
It made people shiver.
The surrounding soldiers didn't make a sound. To be precise, they didn't dare to make a sound.
Jing Rong's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the sword in his hand. His heart was like a ball of fire that burned his entire body. His blood boiled within him.
Jing Rong moved his feet and turned around.
His gaze fell on the captured Ji Huan.
Ji Huan looked at him in shock.
He still hadn't regained his composure.
He didn't believe that Jing Rong was still alive. How could he still be standing after jumping into the River of the Dead?
Moreover … he had brought so many soldiers with him.
Where did these soldiers come from?
His heart was full of questions.
He hoped that Jing Rong could explain them to him one by one.
Jing Rong held Mo Ruo's sword and walked in front of him. His eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty killing intent.
It was as if he wanted to skin Ji Huan alive.
It wouldn't be surprising if he was chopped into eight pieces.
However, that impulse was hidden between Jing Rong's stern brows. Moreover, it was overflowing with anger.
He was trying his best to endure it.
"You …" Ji Huan widened his eyes at Jing Rong. His body was captured and he couldn't move at all.
He didn't plan to struggle. He looked at Jing Rong without a trace of regret or pleading for mercy.
In fact, Ji Huan was the same as Ji Li. Not afraid of death!
Jing Rong approached him, his eyes sharp and cold.
Ji Huan asked, "Why are you fine?"
Why?
He was puzzled.
Jing Rong said in a low voice, "I also thought I was going to die, but the heavens opened their eyes and let me live."
"Impossible!"
"Are you disappointed?"
Of course!
Ji Huan gritted his teeth and leaned forward. "You deserve to die! In fact, I should have killed you with my own hands that day. I wanted to use your head as a sacrifice to my big brother. "
In the end, Ji Huan's heart was filled with hatred.
It couldn't dissipate!
Although Jing Rong's eyes were filled with murderous intent, he still maintained his composure. "You might not have this opportunity again."
"Haha." Ji Huan chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding soldiers. "What about these soldiers? Where did you get these soldiers and horses? "
"Don't tell me you don't recognize the troops in the northwest?"
What?
The northwest?
Ji Huan shuddered. He looked around and saw that the people surrounding him all had the word 'Kong' engraved on their armors.
Ah!
Ji Huan immediately understood.
"This is … Kong Qu's troops?"
Kong Qu was stationed in Yi City in the northwest. Due to his meritorious service in rescuing the emperor, he was conferred the title of 'Great General of White Cavalry' by the late emperor.
Ji Huan had calculated thousands of times, but he still missed this step!
"But, how did you manage to mobilize the troops in the northwest in just a few days?" He was still puzzled.
Jing Rong's eyes flashed with a faint cold light. "Since you want to know, fine, I will let you die knowing. On the day I sent troops to Houliao, I had already sent someone to secretly send a letter to the northwest. I borrowed ten thousand troops from Kong Qu in case of emergency!"
He completely understood now.
Ji Huan sneered with a hint of misery. "Jing Rong, this was an order from the Emperor himself. He wants you dead!"
Wei Yi wants him dead!
Such cruel words.
What a heartless decision!
Jing Rong frowned, his eyes bloodshot. "Even if I had been a little more ruthless back then, the Xi Sai grasslands wouldn't have ended up like this. Now, I can't let this continue."
Huh?
What does he mean?
Ji Huan's eyes widened. "You want to rebel?"
Jing Rong replied, "This world belongs to me. Why would I rebel?"
Ah!
Ji Huan was startled, not because he was afraid, but because of Jing Rong's words.
He digested it for a while, his face revealing an expression of death.
Then, he grinned like a wolf, without a trace of fear. He raised his head and looked at the azure sky above Houliao.
He laughed loudly.
"In the end, I still miscalculated one step!"
The two soldiers holding him loosened their grip.
Ji Huan's entire body fell.
Jing Rong said, "For the rest of your life, you better not be surnamed Ji."
Finished.
Jing Rong raised Mo Ruo's sword and slashed at Ji Huan.
Ji Huan's head immediately fell to the ground.
… …
The war was finally over.
But the Western Grasslands were already riddled with holes, and could no longer recover its former glory.
On top of the hill.
There was a tombstone there.
Mo Ruo and Tang Si were written on it.
It was a joint grave!
The words on the tombstone were personally carved by Jing Rong for Mo Ruo and Tang Si.
Everyone stood in front of the tombstone without saying a word.
Jing Rong's armor was still on, and he held two swords in his hands. One was his, and the other was Mo Ruo's.
After a long time …
He stabbed Mo Ruo's sword into the ground next to the tombstone.
"Mo Ruo, let us continue to be brothers in our next life!" He touched the ice-cold tombstone.
Coldness flowed through the fine veins on his palm, spreading throughout his entire body.
Ji Yunshu looked haggard as she held the infant in her arms.
The infant was fast asleep.
His small and delicate face had some of Mo Ruo's heroic spirit, and some of Tang Si's playfulness.
Ji Yunshu looked at the tombstone in front of her.
She thought back to a long time ago …
At that time, she and Mo Ruo were outside the ruined temple.
Mo Ruo was sitting in the corridor outside, one foot propped up on the ground, leaning against a pillar, drinking wine with his head tilted back.
The sky was suffused with inky light, and through the raindrops that trickled down from the roof tiles, the hazy light shone on his shoulders.
It was a rather desolate scene.
Ji Yunshu silently walked over and sat opposite him. She raised her head and looked at the incessant rain.
She said, "The green plum blossoms bloom, and the rain falls from afar. A small boat, and a gentleman's wine. … "
There was a smile at the corner of her mouth, and her deep eyes were filled with a womanly warmth.
Mo Ruo laughed.
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