Although he was seriously injured, it seemed that Zuo Hui could still control it.

At this time, the left hand, which had only three fingers left, was moving vigorously on the mud in the forest.

One vertical, one horizontal, one horizontal, one horizontal, one horizontal…

It's the word "day".

Feng Wuyou stared at the word, but his heart seemed to be caught by something.

The words are crooked, and even the children who have just learned to write several times more than this.

Zuo Hui's calligraphy is famous in Donglin. Who would have thought that one day, he would have to use all his strength to write such clumsy handwriting.

A few simple strokes seemed to exhaust Zuo Hui's all his strength.

However, he was still struggling, and then he struggled to place a little under the word "Sun", then moved his fingers to the right side of the point.

But at this moment, his hand suddenly stopped moving.

Feng Wuyou was shocked and suddenly turned to look at Zuo Hui.

I saw Zuo Hui staring at the direction of his hand with a look of unwillingness on his face, but his breath had completely disappeared.

Feng Wuyou's blood was boiling, but her whole body was cold.

Zuo Hui, a man who was as comfortable as a breeze and bright moon, had been thinking about others all his life, was kind to others, never argued. He should have held a pen and written books and made his own stories, and passed down to future generations with his knowledge.

But who would have thought that he would die in such a tragic way where he shouldn't have appeared?

Gentleness and pride are never opposites. They can go hand in hand, just like this man who died heroically before her.

Feng Wuyou stared at the last word written by Zuo Hui.

This is a message he tried his best to leave for her.

"I will definitely guess the meaning of this word, so you can go with peace of mind."

Feng Wuyou reached out to cover Zuo Hui's eyes and closed his eyes for him.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but after hearing Feng Wuyou’s words, the unwilling expression seemed to fade away, and his eyes closed safely under Feng Wuyou’s palm.

After doing this, Feng Wuyou got up and looked at Xiao Jinglan: "Prince, let's go."

Xiao Jinglan frowned slightly.

Feng Wuyou didn't even look at Zuo Hui. This was unreasonable, but it only means that this little phoenix was injured again.

But at this time, it is useless to say anything.

Xiao Jinglan said in a deep voice: "Follow me."

Neither of them wanted to clean up the remains of Zuo Hui.

As soon as the situation was not allowed, Zhuo Tianning had already come to his senses and directed his personal guards to rush towards this side.

Secondly, the current escape opportunity was won by Zuo Hui for their life, and they could not waste Zuo Hui's sacrifice.

The two joined hands and quickly penetrated and went out among the Donglin soldiers.

At this time, the Donglin soldiers were still in chaos, running in chaos.

Zhuo Tianning yelled and told them not to be confused and caught Xiao Jinglan and Feng Wuyou.

But Xiao Jinglan and Feng Wuyou both wore the clothes of Donglin soldiers, and they were all changed.

When they entered the Donglin soldiers' military formation, they were like two drops of water that poured into the sea. How could they tell it?
Chapter completed!