"You still came." He gave Luo Xi a forced smile, then patted Qinglong on the back and said weakly, "Put me down."
"Okay, Master." Qinglong's voice was full of joy as he happily helped Jiuxian down after putting him down.
"Ninth Master, it's so good that you're alright." Beside him, Xiao Yi lay on the ground, half-leaning in the arms of a subordinate. Several arrows were still stuck in his chest, and blood was occasionally flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"Did you save me?" Jiuxian guessed, looking at his exhausted state.
Xiao Yi slowly shook his head and looked at Luo Xi: "I just... just tried my best to make up for my mistakes, cough, cough cough, that's all."
"Boss, yes, I'm sorry. That day, Xiao He's spy, Chen Mo, told me that my long-lost mother was in the Left Prime Minister's residence, and that I was Xiao He's son."
"This humble general did not believe it at first, but Chen Mo took out a letter written by his mother and the jade pendant she always carried with her."
His eyes were filled with remorse as he looked at Rosie: "I'm sorry, in the end, I still chose my own mother and betrayed you, but... haha, but..."
"In the end, I still couldn't save that foolish woman's life, I couldn't save her."
Xiao Yi's eyes were beginning to glaze over: "Master, it's so good, it's so good to have met you. You know what? The days I fought alongside you were the happiest time of my life..."
"Please, please tell the strategist that I, I am not worthy, not worthy to be his good, good brother... I forgot..." Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Yi's neck tilted to the side, and he breathed his last.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
