"No..."
Ji Fu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Ji er's head had already been chopped off, and blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain. The hot blood washed Ji Fu's old face, forcing his old face to be filled with tears.
Ji er sighed.
His youngest son, who had been naive since young, had fallen.
He was beheaded right in front of his eyes! Dead without an intact corpse, Suan ni
"No..."
Bai Zhan's eyes were also red. His villagers were not so much his loyal servants, but his family and friends. Ji er and lang wo were also children he had watched grow up.
He was dead!
He had been beheaded in front of him! How useless was he that his child, who was so loyal to him, died just like that? he did not have the ability to fight back at all.
