They have great years in their lives, and they should not endure this kind of suffering that does not belong to them.
Looking at Zhang Zixuan and Zhang Zifu again, they both seemed to have suddenly aged a lot.
I don’t know if it was Jian Xiu’s illusion, but she seemed to see white hair on Zhang Zixuan’s temples.
During this period of time, her focus was on her two children, and she really didn't notice it for a while.
Then he looked at his hands, which were holding the reins, clenched into fists, with veins bulging.
But even at this point, he still endured it.
Thinking of this, Jian Xiu raised her head again and looked straight at the sky.
She tried to hold back her tears again, even if it was only a temporary solution, she still wanted to try to change.
"Hahaha......"
Looking at Jian Xiu and Zhang Zixuan like this, Mi Zhier felt very happy.
It turns out that holding someone else's lifeline is such a satisfying thing.
However, Zhang Feixuan and Zhang Feimo did not please him, and he had to admit that the saying "a good father will have a good son" was true.
"Jian Xiu, Zhang Zixuan, aren't you very powerful? Come over here and let's see who is faster, you or my sword?"
As he said this, his broadsword was already pointing straight at Zhang Feixuan's chest.
Then his expression changed immediately, and he said sinisterly:
"Zhang Zixuan, I only want one of your arms now. It doesn't matter whether you break it or not. If you don't break it, then it's your fault."
As he said that, he pointed the sword in his hand at Zhang Feixuan's arm.
At this time, the person hiding in Zhang Feixuan's sleeves was even more ready to make a move.
He wanted to rush out immediately and stab Mizhir in the fatal spot with one claw.
However, he did not dare to act rashly before his own people gave the order.
You know, there is no guarantee that this claw can take Mizhil's life.
But before he could get to him, the two young masters of the Wang family had already fallen to the ground.
What will I use to compensate my family then?
So '忍' is the most important thing to do right now.
Looking at Mizhier not far away, Zhang Zixuan said:
"Don't you want me to cut off one of my arms and then you will let them go?"
"Let them go? Hahahaha... Zhang Zixuan, you are too naive. You don't think your arm is so valuable, do you?"
"What else do you want?" Zhang Zixuan said, suppressing his anger.
While the two were talking, Jian Xiu was also calculating the distance between them.
She wondered how she could run to the other side as quickly as possible.
Of course, if Mischel was too proud, that would be easy to deal with.
But the current situation is obviously not right. Even though he is very rampant at this moment, his rationality is still on the line.
His eyes never moved away from them.
"You two should know exactly what I want. Do you want to watch me cut off their flesh piece by piece?"
As he said this, the sword in his hand had gradually moved towards Zhang Feixuan's arm.
Until it stops at a certain place, and then slowly penetrates...
As the knife went deeper, blood started to seep out...
"Ugh... um..." Zhang Feixuan groaned, but still did not cry out in pain.
Seeing this, Jian Xiu could no longer control her tears and shouted at Mizhier:
"Stop it, stop it, you just want my life, I'll give it to you, I'll give it all to you!"
After that, he dropped the weapon in his hand in front of Mizhir.
At the same time, he dismounted neatly, looked straight at Mizhil, and asked while holding back tears:
"Is this okay? Don't you want to kill me? Let them go, and I, Jian Xiu, will let you slaughter me!"
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Zixuan suddenly became anxious and yelled at Jian Xiu:
"Xiu'er, what are you doing? Come back quickly, do you know that this is very dangerous?"
At the same time, Zhang Feixuan, who was tied to the frame, also cried out:
"Mother, Feixuan doesn't feel any pain, Feixuan is not afraid, mother, please don't do this, I don't want you to do this for me, it's disgusting that you do this, I really hate you doing this... wuwuwu..."
Before he could finish his words, he burst into tears.
It was actually painful when the tip of the knife pierced his arm, but he endured it.
As long as his parents were fine, he could endure the pain.
He could even die from the pain, but he didn't want his mother to give up her life for him.
Looking at Zhang Feixuan like this, Mi Yi beside him couldn't bear it after all.
He didn't even dare to look at him, for fear that he would do something that the general would not be able to forgive him.
Yu 놆 forced himself to turn his head to the side and look straight at Jian Xiu who was walking towards him step by step.
I have to say, this is a great mother.
She was willing to give up her life to protect her child, and he admired her.
"Look, what a sensible child he is. It would be such a pity if he died like this." Mizhier looked at Jian Xiu and said arrogantly.
At the same time, when he saw Jian Xiu walking straight towards him, his eyelids suddenly twitched.
She moved very quickly, as if she couldn't wait any longer.
Thinking of this, he stabbed Zhang Feixuan fiercely with the knife in his hand.
At the same time, he stared at Jian Xiu and shouted, "Stop right there, General. If you take another step forward, do you believe that General will chop him down?"
Looking at the tip of the knife that had pierced Zhang Feixuan's arm, and then looking at Zhang Feixuan who was pale with pain, Jian Xiu put his hands at his side and clenched them into fists.
She knew very well that at the current distance, it was not enough to rescue the two people safely.
Her heart ached very much, and her hands hidden in her sleeves had already been clenched into fists.
Even when her fingertips pinched into her palms and blood flowed out of her palms, she seemed to be unaware.
Yu had no choice but to obey Mizhil and just stand there.
At the same time, he raised his hands and said:
"If you still want to take my life, you'd better take back the big knife in your hand. Otherwise, not only will you fail to take my life, but you may even lose your own life here."
"You know, I, Jian Xiu, am so powerful. I am able to stand here just to save my son's life. If not, I will break up with you and you will get nothing."
When saying this, Jian Xiu's eyes never left Mizhier.
Afraid that his words would irritate him, he thrust hard.
This stab of the knife not only took Fei Xuan's life immediately, but would also cause him considerable harm in the future.
Then his right arm, he relies on this arm to write...
But it was obvious that he underestimated Mizhir's ability to endure.
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