Long live the best

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"Do not……"

"Father can't live anymore."

"I hate it! Your brother and your mother..."

Speaking of this, his eyes as rough as copper bells, shed tears of blood!

The man does not flick when he has tears, but he has not yet reached the point of sadness!

It was found that Wei Rou's delicate body was trembling, and her crying was extremely sad, and she kept helping her father wipe the blood with her hands, which was shocking.

Qin Yun's nose is sore!

I blame myself, all this is for myself, but they are the ones who suffer, how can I justify the women and babies who died in vain from the three major tribes?

He couldn't help clenching his fists and vowed to take revenge.

The crimson morning glow shines.

Cha Mingmu glanced at the sky, it was extremely bleak, and he felt like a hero's end.

He said hoarsely, "Your Majesty, are you here?"

"I have something to entrust..."

"Come on, come on!" Chaming Weirou cried until he coughed violently, frantically looking for Qin Yun.

Qin Yun strode up.

"I'm here, tell me."

Cha Mingmu showed a smile uglier than crying, and grabbed Qin Yun with his big hand.

"Your Majesty, I could have surrendered, but I didn't!"

"When you're dying, cough cough...can you promise me two things?"

Qin Yun's face was ugly, and he nodded heavily; "Just tell me, you died for the Great Xia, and I will definitely promise you."

He kept spitting blood, almost gritted his teeth to speak.

"The Zhazahar tribe has existed in name only, and we can no longer help His Majesty. Please, Your Majesty, treat my tribe and my daughter kindly."

"Can you bring these more than 1 people back to the Central Plains and give them a place to live?"

There was a hint of pleading in the extremely wild eyes of that prairie barbarian! !

Just like a tiger, before dying, he must protect his offspring.

Qin Yun was moved, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I promise you."

"These 1 people, I will protect them!"

"And give them the status of Han Chinese!"

Hearing this, Cha Mingmu felt relieved.

Hatred and anger gradually appeared in the eyes!

"The nine great tribes, kill my people, destroy my descendants, and take my land away."

"I can't swallow this breath...!"

He grabbed Qin Yun with his hands, his eyes widened like copper bells: "Your Majesty, please avenge me for this sea of ​​blood!!"

"I found out that after Mingmu's death, I went to the great prairie mountain, and I will definitely pray for Daxia!"

Qin Yun still nodded without hesitation.

Said: "Blood debt must be paid with blood."

"Hahahaha!"

This rough prairie man suddenly let out a big laugh, very crazy.

He was injured so badly that his body was almost in tatters, but he still persisted, presumably to meet Qin Yun and make these two requests, right?

Now, the wish has been fulfilled, and I laughed wantonly.

Qin Yun thought that Cha Mingmu was nothing special, but at this moment, he deeply admired him!

This is a qualified leader.

But life has come to an end, it is really sad!

"Father!"

"No!"

"No!" Chaming Weirou's heart-piercing voice sounded, tears streaming down his face, he couldn't say anything else, he could only repeat "don't".

All around, the three armies are silent.

More than 1 Zhazahar people sobbed loudly.

Cha Mingmu murmured with difficulty.

"Daughter, do you remember? When you were young, Dad taught you how to ride a horse and let you sit on Dad's shoulders. I said you would definitely become the patron saint of the tribe."

"Now, Dad is leaving..."

"My great prairie god, please protect my people, and my proud and white prairie pearl."

"She will definitely bloom on the top of the snow mountain..."

As he spoke, he shed blood and tears!

Finding out that Wei Rou was in so much pain that she didn't want to live, she grabbed the carriage tightly with green fingers and howled.

She has so many things to say, but she can't speak them out, so she can only hold on to her father's hand tightly, like galloping a horse when she was a child.

This made Qin Yun's heart ache!

suddenly.

Cha Mingmu's eyes gradually began to lose color, and he stretched out his hand to grasp the distance, shouting indistinctly.

"Daughter, I saw the great prairie mountain."