Vol 2 Chapter 783: The Eighth Old Thief Ends

Zhanghe Canyon, dam.
Zhai Bin was still sitting on the side of the mound above the embankment. His eyes turned to the side of the embankment. Above the turbulent water, it was vaguely visible that Feng Heng's head was floating up and down. He smiled and shook his head. : "Feng Sima, I would like to trouble you to take a message to King Wu, and say, I will not let his wife, who is like a jade flower, wait too long. However, before sending them to reunite, I will try Taste her taste, after all, the women who have served King Wu and King Fu are also very eager to see. "
Murong Cui's voice suddenly floated from the night sky, spooky: "I don't have any interest to taste your wife's taste, just like you, it's too stinky!"
This time Zhai Bin jumped up directly from the bed. Rao was almost eighty years old. He was still like a spring. When he jumped up, he pulled out the sword that was standing in his hand and pointed it straight at the sound. The source of it, however, can still clearly be seen that his hand is already shaking.
And Zhai Bin's voice also shook slightly: "You, who are you, why, why are you here?"
Murong Chui's face with a high nose and wide mouth under the helmet, with a calm look, even a playful smile, slowly emerged from the darkness, and his voice was calm as usual: "Zhai Ling, I remember when we met and allied at the time, it was also on such a winter night, and there was heavy snow, then you and I were at the head of Xingyang City, watching the fire in the city, listening to the wailing and screaming when the city was slaughtered, you Tell me that this is your favorite voice to hear in this world, right. "
Zhai Bin's body began to tremble, he suddenly shouted: "Come, come, come, some people who have won Murong Deng, a reward of 100,000, the king!"
His voice resounded like a lion, echoing in the valley, but he shouted three times, but no one came. Zhai Bin opened his eyes and turned to look at the dam. He was busy and running back and forth. The sergeants shouted in Ding Ling: "Ding Ling soldiers, come and kill Murong Chui, kill Murong Chui!"
But these people ignored them, but just ran from the embankment like an ant, and even Zhai Bin saw a man who looked like a military school, ran to the river embankment, picked up a long pole, and began to salvage the The level of seals floating in the Zhangshui.
When this man took Feng Heng's level into his hand, he raised it up high, hung it on the head, turned around, and under the moonlight, he clearly illuminated his face, clearly that's that The Xianbei warrior, Murong Feng, the general of the Murong family, his voice, far from the Xianbei words, overwhelmed the cold wind: "Wang Wu, the class of Feng Sima, will not insult the mission at the end. this!"
A trace of sorrow flashed on Murong Chui's face, and he shouted in Xianbei: "Feng Sima is dedicated to Dayan, loyal and brave, gentlemen, shout three times for Feng Sima!" He said, taking off Helmet, screaming in the sky, "Seal Sima, feel at ease on the road!"
At this time, all the "Ding Ling" sergeants wearing leather hats took off their leather helmets, revealing braids left only by Xianbei people, and shouted loudly: "Feng Sima, rest on the road, rest on the road, rest on the road!" There were sounds and sounds, and one after another, thousands of sergeants in the whole valley all screamed the same.
Zhai Bin realized at this point that the soldiers and horses he had brought had already been replaced by Murong Cuizhi without knowing it. He spurted out old blood and almost stood unsteady, while the two younger brothers standing beside him , Zhai Tan and Zhai Min, roared loudly, took more than ten sergeants around them, picked up the weapons around them, and rushed towards Murong Chui who was fifty steps away, shouted: "Murong old thief, Lao Tzu Fight with you! "
Murong Cui's eyes were only on Zhai Bin's body, and he didn't even look at the people who rushed up. He shook his head and waved his hands gently. In the snow behind him, suddenly more than a hundred armed with crossbows stood up. The Xianbei shooter, with a hard crossbow in his hand, confronted the dozen or so Dingling warriors who hit it, almost without aiming, he pulled the trigger, and the sound of "Woo" breaking through the air was endless. Distance, shooting these powerful warriors into the body suddenly appeared a few or even more than ten blood holes, the key points were penetrated, most people couldn't even call out, and fell directly.
Zhai Min is the strongest of these people, and the one who fell the last. He rushed to a place within ten steps from Murong. After fifteen or six crossbows were inserted into his body, this giant bear-like man Finally, he did not fall down. He supported the knife and knelt on the ground. There were more than ten blood holes between the chest and the abdomen. The fragments of the internal organs turned into small pieces of meat, together with the white broken bone residue ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It also flowed out, and the light in his eyes gradually dissipated, but he still moved his knees hard, wanting to move closer to Murong, a little more, even half a foot, but how can he move half a point?
Zhai Min's lips shuddered softly, bursting out the last sentence: "Kill, kill, kill Murong old thief, me, I am good ..."
A fierce Xianbei warrior dropped the crossbow in his hand, pulled out the long sword from his waist, walked forward a few steps, walked in front of Zhai Min, the cold light flashed, the sword pierced his throat, and then quickly pulled out Long sword, after he wiped the body of his sword under his feet, Zhai Min's body finally lay down on the ground. Within a distance of more than ten steps, the bodies of dozens of Ding Ling soldiers lined up and the blood flowed quietly. And dye this white snowfield with a different color.
Zhai Bin has collapsed to the ground. The 80-year-old man has finally lost his last spiritual pillar. He raised his head, looked at Murong Cui weakly, and sighed: "Today, King Wu, I only beg you Things, can you let go of my people? "
Murong Chui smiled slightly: "I have to rely on Ding Ling soldiers to conquer the world, how can I kill them? Rest assured, I am more beneficial to those who are useful to me."
Zhai Bin gritted his teeth, put the knife on his neck, and slowly got up: "I betrayed you this time by my brothers and three people. It has nothing to do with my Zhai's other nephews. King Wu, please let go After our Zhai clan, I was a ghost and would also be grateful to you. "
A trace of pity flashed in Murong Chui's eyes: "Are you an 80-year-old man, don't you understand the principle of mowing the grass? I'm not afraid when you're a man, even if you're a ghost, how can I be afraid of you? Be at ease, As you said, I will send you Zhai's door to accompany you soon. "
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