Shangguan Hongye narrowed Danfeng's eyes, bent the bow and arrow again, and aimed at Cang Qiao: "Put out of the father and emperor, you can abolish the martial arts, this king can spare you now."
Cang Qiao suddenly couldn't help laughing lowly, smiling with blood: "Kekel ... His Royal Highness is really not good at lying.
When do you plan to kill me? "
Shangguan Hongye's face was cold: "Or you died here! According to the current fire, at most less than half a minute, Qingyun Temple will be razed by the fire bomb you placed by yourself."
Cang Qiao's Paizi pressed the corner of the lower lip, and suddenly stepped on the back of the Emperor Ming.
Emperor Ming was lying on the ground like a dog: "Woohoo ..."
Shangguan Hongye's eyes flashed, and he could hardly hold back to shoot Cang Qiao's head.
Cang Qiao looked at him not far away from the hall. The two's eyes staggered in the air, and the cold smiled: "His Royal Highness, where I am, is the city I guard, you can’t get in, I can’t go out, I can’t go out, I can’t go out.
, But I can do one thing for you. "
Shangguanhong's face was gloomy: "Say!"
Cang Qiao said faintly: "I took this for you. When you want to save him twice, he is considering how to want your father's emperor."
No, no no, no, no no !!!
The Emperor Ming heard that he struggled crazy, but he couldn't break free at the foot of Cang Qiao.
Shangguan Hongye was stiff. As long as he was willing, he could shoot through the arrow of the arrow in his hand and rushed in to rescue his father.
but......
Cang Qiao's words just echoed in his mind, his hand seemed to be frozen above the bowstring by cold weather--
Can't pine string to put an arrow.
When Cang Qiao saw this, he laughed lightly. He suddenly threw the knife and stretched out his hand to open the jade buckle under the forehead.
He took off his head to symbolize the power of the East Factory, and the nine thousand years older than 10,000 people, a golden black gauze hat, was thrown into the flame at will.
As the water of the waterfall fell down, it was all blood on his body, but he was still calm on the court as he was old.
Cang Qiao slowly sat on the Baxian chair and picked up the white jade pipa.
He looked down at the Emperor Ming under his feet and laughed softly: "His Majesty, look, in the end, or the ministers will accompany you, it’ s better to send you a song "Luoyang Old Things", don't you like this song the most?
"
Speaking, he adjusted the strings, and the blood -stained fingertips moved, and once again, he touched the string.
The crispy piano sounded again in the hot air. He frowned, cleared his throat, and sang leisurely.
"The front ants, fish in the pool, life and death, long breath, life like petals crushing dust ..."
Shangguanhong looked at the scene with a fixed way. After a long time, he did not forget this night of snow.
Wu Fa, orangutan blood, lined with the pale face, almost like the person in the painting ...
Crazy burning bright flames, the man was sitting in the ruined Qingyun Temple, with official uniforms, stepping on the emperor, holding white jade pipa, playing calmly.
Just like he played "Luoyang Old Things" in this temple countlessly in this hall, chanting and singing, please please the emperor and the ministers.
Until except the emperor, no one listened to him to play the piano.
Few people remember the nine thousand years old in power, and they played a good pipa in one hand, and there was a good voice that was not lost.
And in the fire tonight, he closed his eyes, the corner of his eyes was red, and there were countless blood and tears in laughter-
"Changan Yu, Thunder, smiled and stepped on the Jedi, and fired with the wind and died with the wind ... Hahahaha ...
..... "..."
"Boom !!!" The fierce explosion sounded, such as the Qingyun Temple, like the flame hell, devoured all sins and hate.
There is no more than heaven in this world.
There is no more than a palace in the Qingyun, step by step to the emperor, and the owner of the East Factory Governor of the East Factory of 10,000 people under one person.
In the burning palace and the fiery fireworks, there is only one for the sound left ... it seems that it still remains in the ear of every soldier.
Chang'an rain, Thunder disease
Smile with a smile and stepping on the Jedi
Just burn all away with the wind ...
... ...
Those who like to watch tragedies are here. I don’t like it. I haven't finished writing. I never write tragedy.