The guards of the Southern King on the river bank had been slaughtered by the armored cavalry, and only Song Yayu was left alone, surrounded by all the soldiers. Li Luo stood up and walked over, and the two stood looking at each other. After a long time, Song Yayu replied indifferently.
:"you win."
Win? The corner of Li Luo's mouth slightly curved, as if he was a bit sarcastic, but also seemed to be self-deprecating. Life is short, and life and death last only a few decades. If you calculate it this way, you should win. But think in the longer term. In the end, the victory or defeat in front of you is just that.
He is just a loser, just like a black sword and a white sword. He went north from Shiwanda Mountain to Caohai with no intention of meeting anyone in the Song family. In their eyes, these heroes are short-tempered and their children's love is pitiful and ridiculous.
Look directly.
"Yes, I won." Li Luo lowered his eyes and responded lightly. Song Ya was slightly shocked. At this time, he was probably not in the mood to humiliate himself by showing off.
In his eyes, the Tiannan Song family is not worth mentioning at all. Whether they win or lose, they cannot arouse his interest.
Song Ya was filled with depression and said coldly: "If you kill me today, the Song family may not lose."
Li Luo was startled, and looked at Song Yayu's stern and cold expression. After thinking for a moment, he probably guessed what he was thinking. Li Luo smiled faintly, without any intention of defending himself, and asked calmly: "I have two things."
I want to ask King Nan about something."
Song Yayu looked at him coldly and said nothing. Li Luo had no dissatisfaction. He just wanted to ask these two questions. As for whether Song Yayu would answer, or whether his answer was consistent with
What he guessed was far from the truth, so Li Luo didn't care. He just asked, and it was up to him to answer or not.
"Fifteen years ago, Prince Zhuocheng Chun was assassinated in his palace. The famous Da Luo Dao was entrusted by someone to break into the prince's palace at night. If it weren't for Master Jiekong, the host of Dabei Temple, and Xiao Bai, the head of the nine guards in the palace, he would have died.
With all your help, Prince Chun was almost killed by that magic sword. Was this the work of your Nan Wangfu?"
"Haha, it's been said all over the world that you and Prince Chun don't get along with each other. Back then in Huahai, Youzhou, you two almost met each other in the army. Now it seems that you didn't expect that King Dingtian was actually a filial son. He was planning to avenge your father.
?"
Li Luo was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly: "Forget it."
"Oh, Li Chengye will be greatly relieved after hearing this. Otherwise, how could he allow you to save Duanmu Shenzhou and keep him by your side for so many years."
Li Luo frowned slightly, with a thin layer of frost on his brows, and his tone turned cold: "Why did Senior Duanmu go north? Others don't know the reason. I think King Nan knew everything about it, but he didn't know how to use his wife's beauty to seduce him.
What a shame, don’t you feel ashamed!”
"Hmph, those who make big things don't stick to trivial matters. You, King Ding, are always implicated. Do you dare to say that no innocent people have been implicated by you? You should count how many people have died at your hands over the years, and how many people did not deserve to die."
Li Luo was startled, then lowered his head and sighed: "You're right, you and I are just the same, we can't argue who is better or worse. In this case, it doesn't matter whether you answer or not."
Song Yayu sneered: "If I said no, would you still let me go?"
Li Luo smiled, shook his head and replied, "How is that possible?"
Song Yayu laughed mockingly. Now that he knew his fate, he felt calmer. After all, he was the hero of a party and he couldn't do anything to beg for mercy. He only wanted to be happy.
"There is one more thing I want to ask Princess Funing..."
"I killed her." Song Yayu interrupted before Li Luo finished speaking, "Fu Ning died because of me, so he should seek revenge from me."
Li Luo looked at Song Yayu. Song Yayu looked straight at him calmly, without evading or feeling guilty. He actually felt an inexplicable sense of relief, as if he had been waiting for someone to seek justice for Princess Dagan Funing. Li Luo
There was some unspeakable strangeness in his heart. Now that things have come to this, Song Yayu has no need to lie about these two old things. He can not tell them and let Li Luo guess. If there is a possibility, he will divert the trouble to the east, but
These two things must be related to the Nanwang Palace. Li Luo is not stupid, and trying to deceive him will only make people laugh in vain.
But he answered so simply that Li Luo still had a slight suspicion in his heart. Maybe there was another hidden reason behind Funing's death.
Li Luo was silent for a moment and asked: "I want to ask, was it you or Yu Hongyan who was responsible for the death of Princess Funing?"
A strange color flashed in Song Yayu's eyes, which quickly disappeared. Li Luo didn't seem to notice it, and just looked down at the ground, as if there was a thousand kilograms of weight on his head, making him unable to lift his head.
"Is there a difference?" Song Yayu looked at him strangely, not knowing whether it was because he was wondering why he asked such a question, or because the question itself was very strange, "Maybe there is a difference in your opinion?"
Li Luo was startled and couldn't help but laugh. The powerful head of the Song family seemed a little petty, but his wife was as beautiful as a beauty and no one could be generous to her. "No difference, it's me, Meng Lang. The old things are over.
Senior Song, do you have anything to explain, but it doesn't matter."
"You want to kill me?" Song Yayu was slightly stunned, the last illusion in his heart was shattered. After being captured by Li Luo, he thought that maybe in order to contain Song Wuque and Song Wufang, he would spare his life and take him as a hostage.
In this way, whether he was escorted back to Daganzhuo City or had other plans, he would be able to survive. Unexpectedly, it seemed that Li Luo had no intention of letting him live. He wanted him to deal with his funeral arrangements.
Song Yayu quickly regained his composure, and he could not be insulted. He laughed loudly and said: "No need, my son will definitely avenge me, let's do it."
"Wait a minute!" A loud shout came from the river bank. Li Luo looked for his voice and saw that the mist on the river had become thinner, revealing a melancholy mist. The figures were swaying, and many people had gathered.
Song Yayu's body trembled, and he suddenly turned his head and stared at the other side of the Dijian River. A trace of relief flashed in his eyes, but he was mostly relieved.
"Young Master Song, you are well." Li Luo greeted him harmoniously. The river was not narrow, and one had to use internal strength to pass the sound through. Both of them were people with profound internal skills, so it was not difficult for them.
The one who fell into the hands of Li Luo was the Southern King Song Yayu.
Song Wuque took a sharp breath, exhaled slowly, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, you may let my father go. If there are conditions, as long as I can do it, I will not let you go back empty-handed."
Li Luo looked at Song Wuque quietly, and after a few breaths, he smiled softly: "It was there before, but it is no longer there. Today, I only made a promise back then, and it has nothing to do with the world."
"Your Majesty... Li Luo!" Song Wuque roared angrily, threw down his horse, roared loudly, his eyes were red.
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