The villagers were speechless for a moment. In the crowd, an old man with gray hair stood up and walked forward tremblingly: "We didn't want to commit more murders. Fengyi was already covered in scars and rags, and he couldn't resist more deaths."

"I'm sorry, we will leave as soon as possible..." Qi Lan lowered her head.

The old man walked to Liu Ji and poked the ground with a crutch: "Are you Liu Ji? The leader of the rebellion in Pei County?"

"yes."

The old man threw away the crutch tremblingly, and with a plop, he actually knelt straight in front of Liu Ji. Liu Ji was shocked and hurriedly supported the old man: "What are you doing?"

"It's good to rebel, it's good to rebel. The Qin Dynasty is about to perish, and the Qin Dynasty should perish!"

The old man burst into tears and supported Liu Ji and begged: "The Qin Dynasty will surely perish. I beg you to save Fengyi and not let Qin's tyranny rule this fragile town."

The old man's words made Liu Ji feel solemn. He nodded heavily and clenched the old man's hand tightly.

Behind him, Xiang Ji still stood with his head held high, still moving. He never bent his knees from beginning to end, standing proudly.

The crowd gradually dissipated, and many people sighed and threw away the weapons in their hands. It was not easy to let go of hatred. However, the man has passed away, and the people who remained still need to live.

The woman fell to the ground, her eyes were empty and her eyes were dull, and her whole body was trying to be pulled away. Qi Lan wanted to step forward to comfort her, but was stopped by Liu Ji. This woman was extremely irritable, and no one could help her unless she got out of the pain herself.

Mrs. Hong helped Xin'er up and gently wiped his blackened face. Xin'er struggled to push Mrs. Hong's hand off and walked straight to Xiaoxin.

"Brother Xin, huhu--"

"Go away, don't touch me!" Xiao Xin screamed and retreated, avoiding Xin'er's touch. Xin'er seemed to feel Xiao Xin's hostility, withdrew her hand in disappointment, and stood there at a loss.

Why, you have clearly lost your mind, but you are still so kind to me? Even if you become a fool, you still remember me, right?

Xiaoxin's heart was mixed with five feelings. The hatred he had been exhausted over the years was taken away, and he seemed to be exhausted. The hope of survival was shattered like this. So where should he go from now on?

He stood up gently and looked at Xin'er. Suddenly, he rushed towards Xin'er like crazy. Everyone was shocked and hurriedly stopped him. Xiang Ji quickly threw the Overlord Spear out quickly.

"Wait, don't--!" Qi Lan suddenly realized something and stopped Xiang Ji loudly, but it was too late. With a squeak, the sword entered the flesh and blood flew everywhere. The spear head passed through Xiao Xin's back, nailing him to the spot.

"Ha, in the end... is this...?"

Qi Lan quickly stepped forward and looked forward along Xiaoxin's shoulders. In front of him, the woman held a dagger and stabbed into Xiaoxin's heart fiercely. Xiaoxin's arms tightly protected her confused heart.

"You - are you going to protect this child?" Qi Lan trembled and tears flowed down her face.

The place where the woman's dagger was inserted was where Xin'er was standing just now. She fought to the death, just to kill Xin'er and mourn the dead brother's undead, but in the end, Xiao Xin rushed up to stop her.

The woman whistled to the sky, pulled out a dagger, and spread it across her neck. Blood splashed out, and fell on the grass with the woman's decisive tears.

Xiaoxin could no longer hold on. He trembled and touched Xin'er's already dull face, raised the corner of his mouth, and didn't know whether it was a relief or a sarcasm.

The blood in his hands stained Xin'er's face, and Xiaoxin gently stroked his chubby cheeks and stroked his neck down.

He understood that with a little force, he could get what he wanted and the hatred he had over the years was relieved. However, when the crazy woman stabbed Xiner with a dagger, his panic and worry forced him to rush up desperately.

"Maybe, this is my destiny..." Xiao Xin's eyes were blurred, and life gradually passed through his body. He finally touched Xin'er's head and smiled bitterly: "In the end, I am still your substitute..."

Xiaoxin's body fell heavily, the last light in his eyes disappeared, and blood gradually spread from under him, dyeing the grass red and dyeing Xin'er's clothes red.

"Xin...brother..." Xin'er pushed Xiaoxin tremblingly, without reaction. He kept pushing and shouting, but his brother Xin could no longer hear it.

Xiang Ji was speechless. He walked quietly to Xiao Xin's body, with a hint of panic and self-blame on his domineering face: "...I'm sorry, I don't know..."

Qi Lan shook her head and couldn't bear to look at it anymore: "Even if you didn't have the shot, he would die. This woman's dagger has pierced his heart."

Qi Lan slowly closed her eyes, and the smile he had before his death could not be removed in Qi Lan's mind. Behind that smile, was it a relief or a silent mockery of fate?

No one will know again...

Xin'er stared at Xiaoxin's body blankly, and suddenly burst into tears on her back. The childish childish voice hysterically cut through the sky, and the crying sounded throughout the world.

Qi Lan's tears fell without any competing. She covered her mouth and sobbed quietly. Everyone was silent and didn't say anything. The crying was stuck in the wind and gradually spread to the distance and gradually dissipated...

Next to the renovated soil, everyone stood in a solemn manner. The small grave was bare and nothing was left. Xin'er knelt beside the grave, her eyes were already red and swollen, and she was still sobbing.

Yu Ruoyan found a wooden board from the ruins of the dilapidated temple and inserted it in front of the grave. Zhang Liang took out the pen and ink from the bag, knelt on one knee, and said, "Then I will write about the tomb of Mi Xin, a Chu man. How about it?"

Mrs. Hong nodded slowly, but at this moment, Xin'er, who had been sobbing in a low voice, suddenly spoke, "No, it's Song Zixin, a native of Chu."

"What?"

Everyone looked at Xin'er in surprise, with determination on Xin'er's childish face. He looked at Zhang Liang and said word by word: "Brother Xin - his real name is Song Zixin."

Zhang Liang paused for a moment, then wrote down the big words "Tomb of Song Zixin, a Chu man", with a correct expression.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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