Di Liniang had a pale face, held the sword tightly, and guarded the courtyard. She listened to the sound of fighting outside gradually fading away, her heart was pounding and worried. However, because of her weakness, she could not run. She knew that she could only add burden to him when she went out, so she could only try to hold it back, bit her cherry lips and wait for his return in the courtyard.

In the sky, a storm blew over her hair, and a sad expression appeared on the beautiful girl's face. She silently thought of her husband who was fighting desperately with the enemy. For a moment, she felt a little confused.

In the silence, the door was suddenly slapped, and someone was calling her name gently in a quiet tone.

Di Liniang heard Luo Dacheng's voice and hurriedly stepped forward to open the door, but because of her weakness and weakness, she was so tired that she was so tired that she opened the closed door.

As soon as he opened it, Di Liniang was shocked when she looked at the tall man covered in blood outside the door.

He stood silently outside the gate, his face calm, with a faint gloom and sadness. He was holding a rolled steel knife in his right hand, his body was covered in blood, with a sharp and heavy momentum, as if he had just experienced the cruel killing.

His body was covered with trauma of all sizes. The dying counterattack of a large number of Liao soldiers, even if they were peerless masters, did not dare to underestimate them. Although Luo Dacheng avoided their crazy fighting at a rapid speed and used his move to harvest their lives like lightning, he was eventually injured by some Liao soldiers' counterattack before his death because of almost exhaustion of physical strength and true power. If he had not always dodged in front of swords, guns and bodies in time, he would have been afraid that the injuries would be hundreds of times heavier than now.

Looking at the heavy sadness in his eyes, the girl's heart, which was already closely linked to his emotions, suddenly fell into deep sorrow. She was so soft that she could not beat. She choked softly and slowly knelt in front of him. Her slender jade arms tightly hugged his blood-stained tiger body, pressed her pretty face against his chest, and listened to his heart, and beating vigorously in her chest.

Luo Dacheng's blood-stained fingers slowly loosened, and the curling steel knife fell to the ground, clanging loudly.

The strong arms hugged Di Liniang's delicate jade body tightly, and let out a low growl containing relief and pain between Luo Dacheng's throat!

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The raging fire ignited like a red snake dancing wildly, licking and swallowing the body of the dynasty without restraint.

He lay quietly on the high fire, his blood-lost face pale and calm. His eyes were slightly closed, and there was a faint smile on his lips, as if he was happy for Luo Dacheng and Di Liniang's safety escape.

Luo Dacheng knelt on the ground, silently stuffed the firewood into the fire, watching them gradually ignite, rolling the fire towards his brother's body.

This place is still the small courtyard, with more than 30 Liao soldiers neatly placed in the corner of the wall. Xiao Dalie was also lying among them. His huge body, which was terrifying in the past, had disappeared all signs of life, and he was quietly lying with his subordinates.

The tall and flat firewood pile used was all piled up by Luo Dacheng and piled up the furniture and wooden doors. Finally, he held his brother's body with his own hands and placed it gently on it, igniting the firewood pile with his trembling hands.

The fire was burning, making crackling sounds. Luo Dacheng silently watched the flames ignite, and his right hand clutched his chest with a spasm. The fire seemed to burn in his chest, burning his heart to the extreme, as if he was about to shed blood.

The boy in the fire still looked so young, only fifteen or sixteen years old. His childishness still remained on his face, lying calmly on the fire, leaving everything in his life in the fire.

He should have a bright future and became a capable general of Kaifeng Prefecture Bao Zheng. He left his name with Bao Zheng in his future generations. After a thousand years, he was also admired by others. It was only because of his appearance that his ambitions and glory in this life and his reputation that has been passed down through the ages has been gone.

If it weren't for himself, he wouldn't have been captured by Yang Qi, and he would fall into the death camp as a cannon fodder soldier. After all, he would be burdened by himself and was shot and killed by Xiao Dalie's subordinates!

Or, for these four teenagers, was they really a disaster star, and the culprit that led them toward the path of destruction?

Looking at the red fire snake and the young man sleeping peacefully in the fire, Luo Dacheng's lips moved slightly, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was telling the dynasty, and said softly in a firm voice: "After going back, I will kill Pangkexing!"

Di Liniang kept kneeling beside him, lowered her head and shed tears. When she heard this, she raised her head to look at him, in her eyes of confusion, and was slightly surprised and confused.

A faint voice came from Luo Dacheng's cracked lips: "I asked the Liao soldiers' confession. On the night before yesterday, someone shot an archery letter to the Liao army camp, which said that thirty Song soldiers were coming to attack this village, including Xiao Dalie's murderer enemy. At that time, the order was not issued, and only Pang Kexing himself could know that this order was about to be issued!"

Di Liniang's delicate body trembled violently, and her pretty face gradually turned white. The unknown girl with a sinister heart could never imagine that there would be a general in the army who would use such a despicable trick of killing people with a knife in order to eliminate dissidents!

Luo Dacheng said softly, and his voice drifted into the fire with the wind, making the flames burn even more fiercely: "Before coming, I cut Pang Kexing two fingers with one knife, and I only regretted that he escaped quickly and had never killed him with my own hands; after I went back, I would definitely kill Pang Kexing with my own hands, take his head, and worship it in front of the dynasty brothers' spirits!"

His eyes quietly looked at the young man in the fire through the blazing flames, with a gentle look on his face, and said softly: "Chronic brother, I know you have always been homesick... My brother took you back to your hometown and let you live on the hillside of your hometown. From now on, I have been by your parents' side and will never be separated from them..."

Silently thinking about what the Chao had said countless times, his old parents... were just the old couple who were looking forward to their son's return. How would they be sad if they heard the bad news?
Chapter completed!