Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!Jing Rong held Moruo's body, and the cold armor was stained with blood.

I do not know how long it has been.

Jing Rong's body didn't release him until Morro's body was getting cold.

Looking down at his pale face.

Jing Rong said in his ear: "Mo Ruo, your hatred, I will report it for you."

With that said, he gently placed Moro's cold body on the ground.

The man who drank the most drunk all day long could never wake up now.

Jing Rong clearly remembered that he always said the same thing, that is, he was not drunk!

Yes!

In fact, Moruo has never been drunk.

He was sober all the time.

Jing Rongduo hopes that one day, he can talk to him next month.

But now everything has become an extravagant hope!

Because of anything, there is no if.

Jing Rong slowly got up, and pulled out the sword that Mo Ruo had inserted on the ground.

The cold light flashes!

At the same time, the blood on the sword dripped down along the long sword!

The grass was stained red.

It's amazing.

The soldiers around were silent, to be precise, they were afraid to speak.

Jing Rong's blood-filled eyes looked closely at the long sword in his hand, and his heart burned his body like a burning flame, and the blood was boiling in the body.

He shifted his steps and turned to look.

His eyes fell on the captured Ji Huan.

Ji Huan looked at him with great surprise.

I haven't recovered yet!

He did not believe that Jing Rong was still alive and jumped down the river of dead people. How could he still stand here?

And... also brought so many soldiers and horses.

Where did these soldiers and horses come from?

There are countless questions in his heart!

He expected Jing Rong to explain to him one by one.

Jing Rong held Moruo's long sword and walked to him, his eyes full of bloodthirsty murderousness.

Seems to strip him of life.

It's no surprise that even the eight pieces are unloaded!

But that impulse was hidden between Jing Rong's two eyebrows, and there was a monstrous anger!

Endure desperately.

"You..." Ji Huan stared at him with wide eyes, and his body was caught, unable to move at all.

He did not plan to struggle, and there was no regret or begging in Jingrong's eyes.

In fact, Ji Huan, like Ji Li, did not see it!Not afraid of death!

Jing Rong approached him, his eyes sharp and cold.

Ji Huan opened his mouth and asked, "Why are you okay?"

why?

He was unclear.

Jing Rong said in a low tone: "I thought I was going to die, but God opened my eyes and let me retrieve this life."

"impossible!"

"Are you disappointed?"

of course!

Ji Huan gritted his teeth and leaned forward, saying, "You should die! In fact, I should have killed you by hand that day. I will use your head to worship my brother."

After all, Ji Huan's heart is always full of hate.

Can't dissipate!

Although Jing Rong was full of murderousness, he still kept his calmness at the moment and said, "You may never have this opportunity again."

"Haha." Ji Huan smiled and looked at the soldiers around him. "These soldiers and horses? Where did you get these soldiers and horses?"

"Aren't you going to recognize soldiers and horses in the Northwest?"

what?

Northwest?

Ji Huan shuddered violently, and looked around. Those who surrounded him, saw the word "hole" engraved on the armor on their arms.

Uh!

Ji Huan immediately understood.

"Is... Kong Qu's soldiers?"

That scene was stationed in Yicheng, a city northwest of the Northwest, and was conferred by the first emperor as "Quan Qi General" because of his rescue efforts.

Ji Huan missed this move!

"How could you possibly mobilize the soldiers to the northwest in just a few days?" He was still confused.

Jing Rong's eyes glowed with a faint cold light, "Since you want to know, well, I let you know that as early as the day Hou Liao dispatched me, I already ordered someone to quietly send a letter to the northwest, borrowing 10,000 warriors and horses from Kong Qu to prepare Needed from time to time!"

Completely understood!

Ji Huan sneered, with a bit miserable, he said: "Jing Rong, this is an order from the emperor himself, he just wants you to die!"

Wei Yi wanted him to die!

What a cruel thing.

What a ruthless decision!

Jing Rongjie raised his eyebrows and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and said, "Even if I had a little bit more cruelty, today, this Xisai grassland will not be like this. Now, I can't let it all go on."

Ok?

What do you mean?

Ji Huan opened his eyes: "Are you going to rebel?"

Jing Rong said: "This world is mine, what is the opposite?"

Uh!

Ji Huan was stunned, not because of fear, but because of Jingrong's words.

He digested it for a while, his face showing the expression of death.

Immediately afterwards, he grinned like a mace, with a slight fear, looking up at Hou Liao's blue sky.

Laughed.

"I'm wrong in the end!"

The two soldiers holding him let go.

He fell all over.

Jing Rong said: "In the second half of your life, you better not surname Ji."

Finished.

Jing Rong raised the Mo Ruo's long sword, and Zhao Jihuan cut it off.

Immediately, the head fell to the ground!

...

This war is finally over!

However, the Cisse Grassland is full of holes and can no longer recover the breath of the past.

Above the hill.

A tombstone stood.

It reads Mo Ruo and Tang Si.

It is the tomb!

The words on the inscription are the tombstones carved by Jing Rong himself for Mo Ruo and Tang Si.

Everyone stood in front of the tombstone without saying a word.

Jingrong's armor did not fade, holding two swords in his hand, one was his own and the other was Morro.

After a long time--

He inserted Morona's sword beside the tombstone.

"Mo Ruo, we will continue to be brothers in the next life!" His hand touched the cold tombstone.

Leng Yi rushed through the small lines of his palm quickly, and also cold all over his body.

Ji Yunshu looked haggard and hugged the baby still in his arms.

The baby is fast asleep.

That petite face had Moroccan demeanor and Tang Si's playfulness.

Ji Yunshu looked at the tombstone in front of him.

I thought about it a long time ago...

At that time, he and Mo Ruo were outside the broken temple.

Mo Ruo sat on the outside promenade, leaning on one foot on it, leaning his head to drink.

The sky was filled with ink light, and through the slight rain from the tiles, it was dimly spilled on his shoulder.

It seemed a bit bleak.

Ji Yun walked over silently, sat down opposite him, raised his head, and watched the continuous rain.

Tao said, "The green plums are constantly flooded with rain, the flat boat goes, and the gentleman drinks."

There was a smile on her lips, and in her deep eyes, there was a woman-like warm water.

Mo Ruo laughed.

He poured a sip of wine into his mouth. "It turns out that Mr. Ji not only solved the case, this poem is also good." "Everyone can tell a few small poems."