Tang Zhaozong said: "That Tang Zhangwei just wants to eliminate all the advantages we occupy in the Viking tribe, he will be satisfied, this Tang Zhangwei respects us on the surface, but in fact, he wants to completely eliminate us all the time." ”

Empress He said: "We are not afraid of this, but we have to come up with a way to deal with that Tang Zhangwei." ”

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And his expression at the moment was calm and peaceful, as if he had just put down the pen that painted plum blossoms instead of a sword that killed people and drank blood.

Who sent you? The emperor asked.

He smiled lightly, but didn't answer.

A feeling of déjà vu in a trance made my heart flutter. I'll explain from the side,

The emperor will have to travel and ride tomorrow, so it is better for this person to be brought back to the capital for interrogation by his courtiers.

The emperor stared at him for a long time, and finally nodded.

I walked over to the Assassin and reached out to unlock his hole. But suddenly, a sharp pain rose up my spine, and my heart raced, knowing that my old wound was about to kick in.

The young Assassin saw the twist in my face, his eyes full of doubt.

The pain had begun to spread, and I could barely suppress the shivers throughout my body.

I waved my hand and ordered someone to take him down, and then I heard the emperor's voice coming from outside the sky.

Seventh, are you cold?

I struggled to turn around and nodded.

I tried all my strength to restrain myself from showing traces, and when the emperor finally returned to the room, it seemed to me that it had been a hundred years.

I don't know how I managed to get back to my room, for my sanity had been shattered by the pervasive pain. When I finally walked into my room and closed the door, I collapsed overwhelmed. In my last consciousness, a brilliant sword light ignited as if it were real and illusory, and then I passed out, temporarily escaping all pain.

Wu Ding Xiang

I've never seen Su Weishi display that kind of sword light.

I never knew that he, who had always been calm and calm like the breeze, could be so tragic and resolute.

My cold hand clearly still had the warmth he had held, and the warm breath of his admonition to me seemed to still be on the side. I wanted to jump down against all odds, to live and die with him, just as we had spent the past eighteen years together.

But I can't.

Perhaps on the way to follow me, he had decided to risk his life for my chance to escape.

He knew that the blatant assassination would not succeed, so he took the lead in pretending to assassinate the emperor and asked me to sneak into Xiao Cai's bedroom in the chaos he caused. He knew that when he jumped down, I had no choice.

He never forced me to do anything, and the only time he forced me was with his own life.

When all the guards were escorting the emperor, I managed to enter Xiao Cai's bedroom.

My tears melted in the warmth of the room, and the guards were escorting Su Wei away.

I heard the emperor return to the room through the window, and the commander of the guards rearranged the patrol posts. Then I heard slow footsteps coming from the corridor, and the guards who had resumed patrolling on the corridor whispered, "Lord Wang! and Xiao Cai's low, vague response.

I was quietly hidden behind the door, clutching my knife. I don't feel cold anymore, I'm burned by the fire in my heart. My hands were shaking uncontrollably, and I had to clench my teeth to stop my teeth from chattering, and I suspected that my boiling heartbeat could be heard through the door.

From the corridor to this door, it was as far away as the end of the world, and Xiao Cai's footsteps were so slow, a kind of desperate torture.

When the footsteps finally stopped in front of the door, my frantically beating heart suddenly fell silent. I held my breath and raised my knife......

My mind was clear, or just blank.

Seven years of waiting seemed like just for this moment, and I never imagined my life after this.

When I finally lost Su Wei, hatred completely emptied my life.

And when I end my hatred, I will have nothing.

This moment of revenge was like the end of my own life.

The door was slowly pushed open.

I waited quietly.

A figure walked in slowly, slowly turning to close the door.

It doesn't matter if he sees me behind the door or not.

I slashed the knife off my hand. With all my life's strength, with the pleasure of killing myself, I slashed my knife!

My eyes were blood-red, and my ears were filled with the terrible sound of broken strings. I could almost feel the process of cutting the blade into my body at first, and then exhausting and straining through my body. It was as if a lot of blood was splattering on my hands and face, bringing corrosive heat and pain.

It was the first time in my life that I had killed someone, and it turned out that the end of revenge was nothing more than taking his life from a flesh and blood body.

I used so much force that I almost fell to the ground when the knife went off unexpectedly.

It wasn't until the phantom sound in my ears had died down and my eyes had become clear that I realized that my castrated slash had never struck my enemy. for before I slashed his sword, he fell to the ground.

I seemed to be a person who jumped down from the heart of the building with the heart of death, but I found that three feet outside the building was solid soil. I felt the urge to laugh hysterically, and I wanted to cry. But I could only stand there motionless. My spirit and body had become devoid and I could no longer think or move.

I finally shook the fire fold.

At first glance, I didn't recognize that it was my enemy who was unconscious.

I've never seen such a colorless face, such a painful look, that almost everyone who sees it shudder.

The pain that tormented him was so painful that he still had a spasm in his coma. He breathed heavily, his clenched teeth digging deep into his lips. The green tendons in the frontal horn burst out and throbbed suddenly. The facial features on his pale face were distorted, and he was drenched in cold sweat. The sweaty eyebrows were shockingly black.

I slowly crouched down, the faint light of the fire inadvertently shining on the torn placket he had wrenched open.

The scar on his chest was clearly visible. It was a criss-crossing strip of flesh, and it was still lifelike with age.

Suddenly, I couldn't believe that the scarred and painful man in front of me was my enemy.

I was distracted for a long time and extinguished the fire.

I had to lose sight of his expression before I could raise my sword again.

It was dead silent all around, except for his wheezing, his heartbeat, the rustle of his blood, the thud of his clothes as he convulsed.

I knew that when I slashed down, all these sounds would be still.

For some reason, this discovery made me feel empty, cold and lonely.

On the ground, he seemed to shake, as if he was about to wake up.

I was startled and ready to stab.

At that moment, a hot hand gripped my cold ankle tightly, with infinite pain, and spasmed with force, as if to shatter his phalanges with mine.

Suddenly my heart twitched violently like never before, and a violent tremor flowed from my heart to my fingertips.

I couldn't hold my knife anymore.

The knife fell from his hand, and the blade slashed gently into his right shoulder, and then the hilt hit the ground with a loud thud.

I'm fine, I just brought over the tea bowl, you guys go down.

(End of chapter)