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The story is over now, Liu Pingren has calmed down, and the person who was crying and laughing just now seems to be a different person, although he is still extremely depressed, "Whether it is or not, it doesn't matter now, I just want my things back The things that belong to me that were snatched by you in the cave."

Wang Bing had a dull pain in his heart, and subconsciously clenched his bloody hand. He had been listening just now without interrupting, and the voice he said was trembling that he didn't even notice: "I didn't take it away, it's still in that hole."

That night, Wang Bing just lay down when he heard the sound of something rolling down. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a few mice pushing a clay pot not far away. Touching the pot pushed it farther away, and Liu Ping didn't see it when he went in.

Liu Pingche was completely relieved.

In fact, when the matter came to this point, those who were tied up heard it too. Wang Bing went up to untie them. Those people looked at Wang Bing in a daze, and no one spoke.

Liu Ping didn't want to stay for a while. He didn't come here to "complain". After the story was finished, he turned around and left. There was no order to chase after him, and those who were released neither apologized nor thanked them, not even saying something like "Mr.

The last person to leave was blown by the wind with a fluttering sentence: "Bai Gong died for no reason."

Wang Bing no longer has the strength to care about anything else. Bai Qing pretended to die, and all the sins he committed were revenged on those who loved him. It was all his fault. Bai Qing pretended to save others. It is also human nature for Bei to avenge his parents.

It was him who was wrong from beginning to end.

After a long time, only a few of them were left in the ruined temple, and Cen Li was the first to speak, "Xiaobei, you can go too."

Xiaobei turned back into a barbed hedgehog and stared at Wang Bing with his fangs and claws. He was taken aback when he heard this. He almost wondered if the prince was a fake.

"Your Highness... I have already told you his identity, but you still refuse to kill him?"

Wang Bing simply wanted to dig a hole in the ground and escape or die of cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.

Xiao Bei's vicious words were still echoing in his mind, such fierce and endless hatred, exactly the same as Liu Ping, Cen Li was afraid that Xiao Bei would become Liu Ping, and even more afraid that Wang Bing would be the next woman who died tragically under Liu Ping's hands.So only separation is the best result.

Cen Li made up his mind, so he didn't leave much room for what he said: "It was Chongyan who entered Pingyang and it wasn't him, and it wasn't him who offered advice. He didn't do anything. And I won't forgive you, so you go, I will let you go." Xiaodong and the others also left."

Xiaobei took a deep breath, and said with a crying voice: "Your Highness wants to drive us away? We are so sincere to Zhao Guo that we don't even have a trace of regret for rejecting Chonggou back then. That's what I did wrong. I want to kill Mie Enemy of my country, have I done wrong?"

In other words, he now regrets it.forgive?What did he do wrong?Xiaobei didn't know, and even Cen Li couldn't tell.

No one answered his question, and the answer Xiaobei got was a horrible silence.After a long time, he said again: "I see, Your Highness, I was wrong, please forgive me, don't drive my brother away."

"No, I won't..." Cen Li wanted to say "I won't forgive you, you go", but was suddenly interrupted by Wang Bing.

Wang Bing went up to hold Cen Li's hand, pleading with full marks, "He did nothing wrong, don't...let him go, he did nothing wrong."

Cen Li was amused: You are pleading for the person who wants to kill you.

After Wang Bing finished speaking, he ran away to pick up Cen Li's knife.

The moment he turned his head, Cen Li was completely stunned, "You..."

The knife cut across the pale and thin cheek, from the bridge of the nose to the earlobe, blood flowed down, the wound looked like a crawling centipede.

He was disfigured.

Her face, which was as delicate as jade, was completely changed in a blink of an eye, and she could no longer see the soul-stirring demeanor of the past.As soon as Wang Bing spoke, the wound on his face opened and closed, and his cheek seemed to have a mouth, making people afraid to look directly at it.

"Look at this, can you relieve your hatred a little bit? Can you...don't leave..."

Xiaobei is a talent, and he cannot turn against Cen Li just because he is an outsider. If he defected to Chongyan, it would be an endless trouble.

It is not difficult to say that it is difficult to keep Xiaobei, and the person who tied the bell must be untied. It depends on how Wang Bing behaves.

He still wants to follow Cen Li, they agreed, but no one can guarantee whether there will be another Xiao Bei in the future, so he chooses to destroy his appearance, and no one will recognize him from now on.

It was night, and Cen Li sent someone to pick up Xiaodong and the two of them. They had nothing to pack except a carriage. They returned to the cave with nothing to worry about. As expected, Liu Ping was tied to a tree at the entrance of the cave. Bai Qingzheng's corpse was immediately reported to His Royal Highness, Wang Bing went to carry Bai Qingzheng's body out, put it in the carriage, and was about to find a green place to bury before departure. Clay pots lying in the corner.

After Liu Ping left the ruined temple, he ran back to the cave along the road that no one had seen when he went there. He knew that the clay pot was still inside the cave.Running wildly all the way, chanting all the way: "Brother, wait for me...don't be afraid, don't be afraid, wait for me..."

When he ran to the cave covered in branches and leaves and sweating, he was subdued by Cen Li's men, who pressed his head to the ground, and all the screams in his heart could not be heard.

He thought: Why, I just want to see my brother, why stop me.

Cen Li knew what had happened, and his pity and sorrow had surpassed his resentment for Liu Ping's method of setting the blame. Looking at Liu Ping who looked like a hanged ghost, he said calmly, "Let him go."

When the rope was half untied, Liu Ping suddenly changed from a hanged ghost to a deadly ghost, and he burst out with astonishing strength to push away the person who came to untie him. Perhaps the push was too great, and he couldn't stand still and fell to the ground, stumbling, half running, half running Climbed into the cave.

I was silent all the way down the mountain, and after walking a lot at night, I became familiar with it. Wang Bing chose a sunny place, pretended to bury Bai Qing, and erected a monument.

Cen Li and the others stood far away, Wang Bing got up after kowtowing, and suddenly saw a few villagers beside him.

Holding fruits in their hands, they seemed to be visiting some dignified person. They looked at Wang Bing's face and looked at the tombstone, with disbelief written all over their faces.

"Excuse me." Wang Bing bowed to those people and turned around. Under the full moon, the trees were full of shade and the summer breeze was blowing. He walked towards Cen Li without hesitation.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I don't know where Liu Ping is still! Old Liu is so inhuman, we have always misunderstood Liu Ping! Let's spread out and look for that poor child."

"Old Liu...hey! Lan Qin went there after giving birth to two sons, how could he see that girl looks like Lan Qin... oh! It's too beastly!"

"Find it quickly! Don't be verbose."

The torches illuminated the top of the mountain like stars, and they dug three feet all night to find Liu Ping, and finally found Liu Ping in a small cave at sunrise.

This is the second time everyone has seen such a serene and heartfelt smile on Liu Ping's face. The first time was at Liu Wan's wedding banquet, when he helped Liu Wan hold the wine, he also smiled like this.

On a new day, the sun pierced through the clouds and mist, and thousands of golden lights suddenly shot into the dark cave. Liu Ping was holding an old clay pot, and the blood on his wrist spread to the entrance of the cave, like the red wedding candle at the wedding banquet that year, and it seemed that he had broken the pot. The long bloody road crawling behind the legs.

The sun breaks out, and people on the ground will never open their eyes again.

Don't come to the spring half, the eyes are soft and the heart is broken.The falling plums are like snow, and the whole body is full after brushing.

There is no evidence for the news of Yanlai, and it is difficult for Lu Yao to return to his dream.Leaving hatred is just like spring grass, it goes farther and survives.

——"Qing Ping Le Don't Come to Spring" Li Yu

Volume III · End