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Chapter three hundred and seventy-six: the dark night is frightening, the south wind knows the meani

"kill......"

Amid the shouts of killing, the sound shook the sky.

After a brief separation, the enemy and us merged into one place faster. If the clothes were not red and black, it would be difficult to distinguish the enemy and friends. The two sides fought fiercely.

The blood dyed half of the sky red. People under the setting sun could not tell where they were, nor could they tell who they were.

He just kept waving the weapons in his hand, as if he was tireless, and the leader even worsened. He suffered countless injuries, but he still rushed forward without fear, as if he wanted to fight the other person desperately.

I couldn't tell whether it was the other party's blood or his own blood. My long black hair was already messy because of the long struggle, mixed with sweat and blood. It was turbid and stuck to the angular face.

A rough smear of blood on his face stared at the enemy opposite him, fearing that in the blink of an eye, the person would disappear. Just like his two sons, he disappeared without saying that he could not see him.

The leader who is desperate is Qin Wenjin. Since Meng Tian and Meng Yi lost, Zhao Wangling released another news, claiming that the two children were in his hands.

Before the Zhao King's resignation made his request, Qin Wenjin often sought trouble for the people of Zhao. Whenever he met someone alone, he would be killed without mercy, without exception.

Today, I met a team of soldiers, who were much stronger than usual, and Qin Wenjin was in a stalemate with him for a moment, and saw that the other party's leader was about to leave here.

The blood in his mind instantly broke. Qin Wenjin's thoughts must leave these people in some places, otherwise it would be difficult to relieve his resentment. He left the soldiers behind, and Qin Wenjin took the lead and chased after him.

What Qin Wenjin didn't see was that the corner of the other leader's mouth seemed to be curled lightly during the escape. However, the sky behind Canhong was a little dark, and this light was not very real.

The horse that was straddled was a good horse that was thousands of miles away. One year on his birthday, Qin Zhaoshi specially picked the one who gave him. When he ran, his ears were full of mountain wind whistling.

Because of this, the anger surged, and the mountain wind was carried, becoming the best cover for the enemy. A arrow that broke the wind rushed towards him with a strong roaring wind.

Qin Wenjin, who was running without rushing to stop or could not catch up with the turn, was penetrated by this arrow through the left heart. The arrow passed without leaving a blood hole the size of a bowl.

The horse carried Qin Wenjin and walked forward a few more steps. The person on the horse felt pain at this time. He lowered his head and saw his missing heart. His lips were stammering, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The tall figure seemed particularly vicissitudes and fragility when night was about to fall. Because of the lack of heart, it collapsed...

......

"Brother..."

"Brother..."

"Brother..."

"Brother... don't..."

Qin Zhaoshi closed his eyes tightly and kept shouting, his forehead, face, and even his neck, and his whole body was covered in sweat, as if he was salvaged from the water.

Moreover, the muscles in his body were stiff, his hands and ten fingers were clenched into fists, and the anxious expression on his face was revealed. He was extremely anxious because he was helpless and kept shouting.

Luo Xixian woke up from the first cry of Qin Zhaoshi. However, he couldn't wake up Qin Zhaoshi who was nightmarished. Now he saw that Qin Zhaoshi was still in the nightmare and even fell deeper and deeper, and he didn't know what he was dreaming about.

Seeing that something seemed wrong, Luo Xixian stood up and took the couple. When he had free time, he would use it as a chorus for the chorus, and he would play it from his heart, playing a song of the clear heart.

The music flowed slowly from the ears to the heart. Qin Zhaoshi, who was struggling on the bed, gradually calmed down. At the end, only a uniform breathing sound remained.

Luo Xixian heard this and played it for another quarter of an hour, confirming that Qin Zhaoshi had no sign of awakening, so he stopped playing, but when he was just about to reach the edge of the bed.

Qin Zhaoshi, who was stable on the bed, began to murmur again as if possessed by evil spirits: "Brother, why are you so stupid..." After saying that, he started crying softly.

Unable to do so, Luo Xixian had to help Qin Zhaoshi up, and was reluctant to beat him up, so he had to push him off the bed. Qin Zhaoshi, who was rolling down the steps, finally stood up with his drowsy brain.

When Qin Zhaoshi saw Luo Xixian on the bed, his mind was still in chaos. He stepped forward and held Luo Xixian's hand, and said as he walked, "Xixian, come with me, let's go and save my elder brother."

Luo Xixian did not break free, but asked softly: "Brother Zhaoshi, what happened? Where can I save my elder brother in the middle of the night?"

Hearing this, Qin Zhaoshi looked up at the outside world. Apart from the palace lanterns, the world was dark, and the most important thing was that he was in his own bedroom at this time.

His eldest brother Qin Wenjin was still in Yulin at this moment, so he felt relieved. Then Zhizhi realized that his heart was still pounding because of the scene that was too real before.

No one is better than brother. If you don’t prepare for the scene in your dream, you will probably become a reality.

Qin Zhaoshi didn't care much about it and told Luo Xixian about what he saw and felt in his dream just now.

Luo Xixian saw that Qin Zhaoshi's face was still a little pale at this time. He held his hand with some distress and said, "Brother Zhaoshi, are you too worried about Tian'er and Yi'er?"

Qin Zhaoshi shook his head and said, "Xixian, I know this guy best. He seems calm, but once he touches the thread in his heart, he is afraid he is no different from a madman. Xiao Shuai usually looks like a child, but he has a sound in his heart. This is why I asked him to go to Yulin Pass.

At that time, I was just worried that the things my elder brother did were discovered by the Six Kingdoms. Xiaoshuai had always been arbitrary and could help the elder brother escape this danger. It was also to prevent the six kingdoms from doing something that angered the elder brother.

But I didn't expect that Zhao Lu's son would attack his two children. This undoubtedly touched the thread in the eldest brother's heart. Even at this time, I didn't know what he would do. I just hope that Xiaoshuai could look at him."

When Luo Xixian heard this, the string in his heart immediately became tight. If the elder brother's temperament was really like this, then Brother Zhaoshi's dream just now would be a bit intriguing.

Just as Qin Zhaoshi knew Qin Wenjin, Luo Xixian also knew Leng Xiaoshuai very much. If it was expected, Leng Xiaoshuai must have penetrated into the enemy country at this time.

As a result, Qin Wenjin's situation became very thrilling.

Luo Xixian pulled Qin Zhaoshi and expressed her analysis in her heart.

Qin Zhaoshi's expression became extremely nervous. He asked, "Xixian, do you think there should be no accident in your elder brother?" After saying that, Luo Xixian replied, he paced back and forth in the bedroom, making him feel extremely uneasy.

Luo Xixian felt uncomfortable, his elder brother was such a good person, and he could never let something happen to him.

Luo Xixian, who clenched his fists and closed his eyes to ponder, raised his eyes and said, "Brother Zhaoshi, there may be a glimmer of life."
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