Potter Cao Ang was definitely not dazzled, and the silk book was written neither Ma Yunlu's own name, nor his Cao Ang's name, but the name of the potter.
Cao Ang was completely stupid, completely confused, and didn't understand why Ma Yunlu did this, which was tantamount to giving up the last ray of life and pushing himself to a dead end.
Even if Ma Yunlu chooses to write his Cao Ang's name, although he hates and anger, he can at least understand, at least, Ma Yunlu still has a glimmer of hope, hoping that he will also write his name, in this case, the person who died is him Cao Ang.
There is little hope, but at least there is hope.
But Ma Yunlu gave up hope and openly wrote down the name of the potter, what is the meaning of begging for death.
Could it be that Ma Yunlu is determined to die?
At a loss, Cao Ang was furious again, and thought that since you Ma Yunlu want to die so much, then you just write your name, so that even if you die, you can save my life, why write the name of the potter The potter looked at Ma Yunlu's cold face, with an expression of appreciation floating on his heroic face, and sighed: "I don't disdain to exchange other people's lives for my own livelihood, and I don't want to use my own life to save a ruthless and unrighteous coward, I'd rather die yourself, Ma Yunlu, you are the most backbone woman I have ever seen." ” Ma Yunlu's body was shocked, and a little surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he was surprised that the enemy of the potter, could actually see what he was thinking.
In other words, the potter is the one who really understands her, and is her confidant.
"However, what do you mean by writing my name, you hate me so much, do you want me to die, or do you hate because of love" The pottery merchant changed his words and teased her again.
Ma Yunlu's face was cold and resolute, but when he heard "hate because of love", his face suddenly fainted, and a little shame quietly appeared.
She bit her lip, blushed and said to the potter: "Don't be sentimental, I, Ma Yunlu, hate you to the bone, I wish I could kill you with my own hands, so I won't hate you because of love, you dream." ” She rebuked the potter with a red face, looking a little suspicious of flirting between lovers, and Cao Ang next to her was heartbroken.
After the potter smiled, the eagle's eyes suddenly froze, and the murderous intent in his eyes burned fiercely.
Cao Ang's body shook violently, a bone-chilling chill hit his whole body, he felt the breath of death rushing towards him, shivered one after another, and looked at the potter with fearful eyes, only afraid that if the potter gave an order, he would be beheaded by Ma Yunlu together.
"This result is very unexpected, it seems that this method is useless, so let's change the method."
The potter's fingertips tapped his forehead, pondered for a moment, and then flicked his hand: "Otherwise, let's do it, let's do it, you two will live and die with martial arts, whoever can kill each other will survive." ” After that, the potter didn't give the two a chance to react, so he ordered the left and right guards to lose two swords to them.
Cao Ang subconsciously took the sword, was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, his frightened eyes looked at Ma Yunlu urgently, and the cold sweat on his forehead rolled down.
"This stinky woman's martial arts are far superior to mine, the pottery thief told me to fight with him, isn't he bent on killing me, hateful" Cao Ang was shocked and angry in his heart, and scolded again and again, and the hand holding the sword was trembling.
Ma Yunlu's eyes flashed a hint of discoloration, first glared at the potter, and then, his cold gaze slowly shot towards Cao Ang.
In her eyes, the slightest killing machine was already burning.
Looking at the former fiancé in front of him, this incompetent weakling, this reluctant who did not hesitate to choose to let her die for the sake of his own life, Ma Yunlu felt a fire in his heart.
Jian Feng pointed at Cao Ang, and Ma Yunlu said sharply: "Cao Ang, don't you want me to die, come on." ” Cao Ang's face was embarrassed, and the sweat on his back was like pulp, how dare he do it easily, so he had to make a bitter face, and said: "Yunlu, don't get me wrong, how could I want you to die, I originally wanted to write my name and exchange my life for your life, but who knew that my mind was blank at that time, and I didn't know how to write it wrong."
Ma Yunlu ignored his explanation, held a sword in his hand, and pressed towards Cao Ang step by step.
Cao Ang felt that the hands of the god of death had been pinched around his neck, remembering the picture of Ma Yunlu dealing with him with his bare hands that day and putting him to the ground with just one move.
"Stinky woman, you're forcing me to death, I have no choice but to fight to the death" Cao Ang saw that the explanation was useless, his heart was murderous, his eyes rolled, and suddenly his eyes were strange, he looked behind Ma Yunlu, and shouted, "Ma Mengqi, save me" Ma Mengqi, Ma Yunlu's elder brother Cao Ang called Ma Chao's name so suddenly, Ma Yunlu didn't react, and subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.
The opportunity is now.
Cao Ang's face suddenly turned hideous to the extreme, his feet kicked vigorously, and he flew up, rushing towards Ma Yunlu, and the sword in his hand was pointed directly at her heart.
Seeing this scene, the potter smiled, shook his head and scolded: "When death is on the verge of death, you will be ashamed, Cao Cao, what kind of son did you raise." ” He only felt sorry for Cao Cao and disdained Cao Ang's next methods, but he didn't have the slightest worry about Ma Yunlu.
Because the pottery merchant knew that when the martial arts reached the point of Ma Yunlu, how could he be tricked because of Cao Ang's little trick.
Sure enough, when Ma Yunlu turned around, when he caught a glimpse of no one behind him, he instantly knew what to remember, and then he heard the sound of breaking wind behind him, and he knew that Cao Ang was sneak attacking.
Looking back suddenly, Ma Yunlu really saw that Cao Ang had rushed to front of him, and the long sword in his hand was only an inch away from his chest.
"Shameless" Ma Yunlu scolded angrily, his jade arm was raised as fast as the wind, and the long sword in his hand came first, and the moment Cao Ang's sword attack came, sealing the flaw in his chest. clang There was a metallic hunting roar, and the two swords collided in a flash of thunder.
Cao Ang's eyes were secretly happy, but he suddenly changed in shock, and before he could be shocked, the violent power on the sword poured into his body like a tide.
With a muffled snort, Cao Anglian flew out with his sword, and fell to the ground on all fours, just before he had time to get up, Ma Yunlu was already standing in front of him, and the blade of the sword was against his neck.
Rao used tricks, whether the force value was too far apart, or he lost in one move.
"It seems that I still think highly of you, you are not only a weakling, but also a shameless coward, it is a great shame for me for a person like you to be my Ma Yunlu's fiancé, I will send you to hell today" When he was angry, the long sword in Ma Yunlu's hand was already raised high, and he was about to cut it off.
Death, only one step away from Cao Ang, seemed to see that the gates of hell had been opened for him, and countless ghosts were beckoning to him.
Among those powerful ghosts, there are Cao Ren, Cao Hong, Xiahou Shang, and Xiahou Xuan, as well as countless former ministers of the Qin State, and those ghosts who were destroyed by the pottery merchants and kicked to hell are all waving to him.
"Yunlu, I was wrong, please forgive me, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die" Cao Ang was completely frightened, left behind the last remaining dignity, and pleaded with Ma Yunlu.
Ma Yunlu's eyes were cold, without a trace of mercy, and the long sword in his hand was cut down angrily.
"Don't" With a pig-like howl, blood splattered, and the long sword stabbed into Cao Ang's throat, pierced through his neck, and nailed into the ground.
Cao Ang, who had a hole in his neck, his eyes burst to Dou Da, surging with endless fear, his hands tightly covered his neck, but he couldn't stop a large stream of blood from gushing out, and he wanted to struggle and twist, but his neck was nailed to the ground, and he couldn't twist it.
He squeaked so happily, his legs fluttered, and after a few consecutive throbs, his body stiffened and did not move, and he whimpered for his life.
The former prince of Great Qin finally died under the sword of the former Great Qin courtier.
Ma Yunlu didn't have a trace of regret on her face, and even showed a little relieved expression, as if she had wanted to kill Cao Ang for a long time, but because of all kinds of scruples, she couldn't do it, and today she finally let out a long breath.
On the dragon seat, watching Cao Ang's death, the potter also breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart was indescribably comfortable.
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Cao Ang, this kid, has followed Cao Cao to oppose him since the Battle of the Central Plains, and he has been an enemy for many years.
After the killing, Ma Yunlu looked at the potter with his head held high, and didn't say a word, the posture seemed to say, I have already killed the person, what do you want.
The potter smiled, and said with sincere admiration: "Happiness and revenge, kill when you say you want to kill, it is very much in line with my taste, I like it." ” Ma Yunlu was still in the excitement of killing, but he was said by the potter, "I like it", and his face suddenly turned a little faint and reddened slightly.
She snorted coldly and said proudly: "Potter, if you want to kill or chop, give me a good time, there is no need to play this boring game again." ” The potter said with a straight face: "I said, killing only one of you is naturally a matter of words, Ma Yunlu, you can continue to live." ” Ma Yunlu's delicate body trembled slightly, and his heart was mixed for a while, and he couldn't tell what it was like, so he just stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say.
The potter flicked his hand and asked the left and right to "escort" Ma Yunlu down and have a good rest.
Ma Yunlu, who lost his mind, silently withdrew from the tent with complicated feelings.
"Come out."
The potter sighed.
At this time, in the partial tent separated by a bead curtain, a person walked out tremblingly, bowed down in front of the potter, and didn't even dare to take a breath of the atmosphere.
This person is Zhao Yan, he guarded the street pavilion with Xiahoudun that day, and after the defeat, Xiahoudun was killed, and he became a prisoner.
Before the potter summoned Ma Yunlu and the others, he had summoned him in advance and asked him to avoid the partial tent, which means that the scene when Ma Yunlu killed Cao Ang was seen clearly through a bead curtain.
Looking at the trembling captive, the potter said coldly: "Zhao Yan, you can see the scene clearly. ” "The last general has seen it clearly."
Zhao Yan's voice was trembling.
"Just see it clearly."
The potter nodded, brushed his hand and said: "You take Cao Ang's head and roll, I want you to bring a message to Cao Cao, tomorrow's battle, Cao Ang will be his end" isjgy: