However, his father taught him a trick. Wrap the food and place it in a small basin, pour a large amount of water into the pot, then dip the small basin into a pot with a lot of water, make a fire, wait for the water to boil, and the food will heat itself.

In the past two days of escape, both father and son have eaten in this way, and there is nothing that people cannot eat when they reach a desperate situation.

Chen Yansheng thought that the father and son would spend the recent rigorous search here, after all, there are so many squares in the city, as long as they don't go to the street, it is not so easy to see the father and son.

However......

Thinking back to what Father Chen said to Li Wenwen that there was no need to send food over, Chen Yansheng seemed to realize something. No matter what the choice is, Chen's father has already made a decision.

When Chen Yansheng entered the house with the food that had been hot, he saw Li Wendao lying flat on the couch, and a mysterious person with a mask carrying him sideways, blocking his view, as if he was doing something to Li Wendao without his consent, with intuition, Chen Yansheng knew that it was not a good thing.

"Father, what are you doing?"

Chen Yansheng couldn't help but ask in a loud voice.

As for his entrance, the masked man didn't say anything, and a pair of hands were running quickly in front of Li Wen.

"Goose sound, do you remember what your father said to you last night?"

Pouring himself a glass of wine, Father Chen's face was very complicated, and his tone was leisurely.

- "Sheng'er, the son of the prime minister who has been a father all his life, is full of friends on weekdays, and he is praised left and right, and nothing else, his father has no chance to understand, but one thing is clear for his father. People, for a lifetime, life does not bring death and does not take away, everything is empty, only one thing is serious - to live!"

Thinking of his father's sigh of emotion after looking at him for a long time last night, Chen Yansheng had a bad intuition and asked:

"So, what are you going to do with the question?"

His feet had almost bypassed Father Chen, to his surprise, Father Chen did not have the posture of blocking, and in the blink of an eye, he saw the situation on the couch clearly.

Horrifying!

It's terrifying!

The masked man was holding a very small and slender knife in his left hand, light and fluttering, as thin as a cicada's wings, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes today, he would never have believed that the strange blade would only appear in the high-flying chivalrous fragments in the script, and it would actually appear in real life.

The masked man's knife slashed lightly at the side of Li Wendao's face, intending to peel off Li Wendao's face raw, and the human skin was thinner than his blade. He cut slowly, slowly, but strangely, even though his degree was like a snail, there was not a trace of blood oozing from the wound that had been swept by his blade.

On the right hand of the masked man, he held a very delicate brush, and on the edge of the couch, he also defeated a palm-sized cyan porcelain bottle. But the brown liquid in the bottle, he couldn't tell anything, the masked man was stained with the unknown liquid in the cyan porcelain bottle, and wiped the flesh-colored surface of Li Wenwen's skin bag a little bit.

It was the unknown liquid that stopped the blood from oozing, like a fake skin, giving the illusion that everything in the body was working normally, and even the comatose Li Wenwen still had a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was immersed in a sweet dream and couldn't feel a trace of pain. But the face is obviously one of the most sensitive parts of the human body.

Li asked probably not knowing that this would be the last dream in his life, and Chen Yansheng, who witnessed this extremely strange and bloody scene, was so shocked that he lost his voice, and his throat trembled for a while before he shuddered:

"Father, he...... In, what are you doing?"

"As you can see. ”

Father Chen looked at him with a complicated face and replied softly.

"Father, ask him how kind he treats us, how can you harm him!"

I don't know if the justice and justice in my heart have risen, or I am indignant at my father's ungrateful behavior, Chen Yansheng's situation of being frightened to lose his voice just now has eased a lot, he stared at his father, his expression was mixed with a touch of grief, and reprimanded.

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Well, it's Kavin.,I don't know if it's the sequelae of the previous cold.,Or what?,Anyway, it's stuck.。。。

But Erha is shameless and wants to be full attendant.

In addition, I suspect that this chapter has a 4o4 risk, however, I feel that it can't be missing, so it's tangled. When I first thought about this script, the general environment was not as strict as it is now. Alas......

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Eastern Han Empire, Imperial Palace, Mountain and River Palace.

"Your Majesty, she has betrayed her promise with you. ”

With an elegant face, the minister in a purple robe said in a deep voice.

"I know. ”

Chu Mo, who was dressed in an imperial robe, sat behind the bookcase, put down the scroll in his hand, and said warmly.

"The first emperor was kind to his ministers, and he treated each other as the left minister, and he didn't want to ...... now. The old minister is incompetent......"

Chu Mo shook his head when he heard this, and in the year of his establishment, I wanted to turn the tide, but unfortunately, time was running out.

The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night!

"A few days ago, after watching the stars at night, the pavilion master of the Xingren Pavilion said to himself - seven kills, breaking the army, greedy wolf, three stars in the air, desperate! I don't want to, Chu Mo, who has no taboos, will also have a fateful one. ”

Chu Mo looked at Murong Xiang and smiled, his face was pale, everything was as usual.

Murong Xiang caught a glimpse of the smile on Chu Mo's face, and his heart suddenly burst out. His Majesty's smile is really cold! Perhaps, the coolness of early spring has not yet dissipated.

"Your Majesty's purple star life, there are no taboos. ”

Murong Xiangsheng echoed.

Seeing that when his father was on the throne, Murong Xiang, who led one of the three major dynasties, was in front of him at this moment, Chu Mo grinned, lifted the silver wine jug on the bookcase and poured it into his mouth. The eight white and pure teeth reflected the silver wine jug, and in Murong Xiang's eyes, it was extraordinarily permeable.

"Let's go down first. ”

"Whoa!"

Looking at Murong Xiang's figure bowing his head and retreating, Chu Mo's expression was clear, but his eyes were extremely complicated.

Don't blame me!

The imperial capital of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the city of the rising sun, the Zuo Xiangfu.

"Master, I'm home!"

On the corridor, the housekeeper saw Murong Xiang, hurriedly saluted, and bowed.

Nodding lightly, Murong Xiang said:

"Is my sister in the room?

When the housekeeper heard this, his face was a little embarrassed, and he didn't seem to be able to answer.

Seeing this, Murong Xiang sighed and said:

"I haven't eaten for ten, and I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it anymore at the ninth level. Let the kitchen bring the porridge that I ordered to stew in the morning to the study, and I will personally deliver it to her later. ”

"Got it, sir. ”

The butler nodded, and immediately turned to leave.

Entering the study, Murong Xiang was just seated. A red light suddenly appeared in front of him. A middle-aged man with a glowing red body held a blue sword pointed straight at his neck.

First, then eight!

Murong Xiang's pupils shrank, he, but the seventh level later, there was a first-level martial arts master who deliberately stabbed, but it was a big battle!

"You're here to kill me?"

With a slight chin, the middle-aged man did not say a word.

"You are His Majesty's man. ”

After staring at the middle-aged man in front of him for a long time, Murong Xiang closed his eyes and said lightly. This is not a question, it is clear that he has confirmed the identity of the person.

Looking at Murong Xiang, who was meditating with his eyes closed, the middle-aged man had a trace of unbearability in his eyes, and did not deny Murong Xiang's words.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Murong Xiang opened his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man, and asked calmly.

After a little hesitation, the middle-aged man finally spoke.

Say. ”

"I want to talk to my daughter. ”

Murong Xiang's originally calm face was faintly struggling, guilty, and helpless at this time...... And so on and so forth.

"Good. ”

Murong Xiang took a deep breath and stood up, leaning over to the bookcase. The left hand holds the sleeve, the right hand grinds the inkstone, and the ink is dizzy again and again. turned his back, took off the raw xuan from the bookshelf and spread it out, pressed the paperweight, smoked the white wolf with ink, brushed a few brushes, and completed it in one go.

Knock!

"Master, the porridge has been brought. ”

The butler knocked on the door.

"Before leaving the porridge at the door, you go down first!"

Click, click......

The housekeeper gradually left.

Raising his head and glancing at the middle-aged man whose gaze was condensed on the paper, Murong Xiang smiled gently, walked to the door, and opened the wooden door with force. The creaking sound was much louder than before.

"Father's ......"

The delicate and lovely woman like a porcelain doll opened the door, saw Murong Xiang, turned around and sat down in the room, silent.

"Jin'er, blame your father, don't be hungry, come, drink some porridge, and stew it in the kitchen specially ordered by your father before going out. ”

Murong Xiang held the tray, put the porridge and bowls on the table in the room one by one, and said gently.

Unable to stop Murong Xiang's actions, Murong Jin simply turned his head.

"It's good to come back safely, as for these things, I don't want to eat them. ”

"I know for my father, you are still blaming your father in your heart, but it's always bad not to eat, just eat a little, okay?

Murong Xiang sighed softly, then squeezed out a smile and coaxed gently.

Seeing his father's elegant and vicissitudes of life, it was the same as the care he had when he was a child, Murong Jin pursed his lips vigorously, and took the porridge that had been held in Murong Xiang's hand. Although she hates to admit it, she knows that she eats deliciously.

In a short time, the pot containing the porridge has also bottomed out.

"I'm done. ”

Murong Jin held his eyes that wanted to cry and said coldly.

Looking at her daughter's stubborn appearance, Murong Xiang smiled lovingly, and was about to speak at first, but was interrupted by Murong Jin. I saw her bite her lip, and a gloom flashed on her face, and then she forced herself to show herself:

"The empire is in trouble, and my father, as the left minister, naturally puts the country before the family. His Majesty is doomed to die, and his father's approach is right, marrying Prince Fu, and his daughter does not dare to complain. A few days ago, I was troubled, which made my father worried. Not in the future, if nothing else, my daughter wants to go for a walk in the garden. ”

"Let's go, let's go. ”

Murong Xiang stared at the bottom-out porridge pot and said slowly.

Hearing this, Murong Jin closed his eyes forcefully, turned around and left the room.

Looking at her daughter's figure walking away, Murong Xiang's mouth hung a smile that was more ugly than crying.

Don't dare to complain, so don't dare to complain! Emperor Xian, have you ever known that for the sake of this great Eastern Han Empire, I, Murong Xiang, even my most beloved daughter...... I can't keep it! I'm Murong Xiang! Really, I'm alone......

With a long sigh, Murong Xiang's face was full of tears.

A red light flashed with a blue light, and then vanished.

Eastern Han Empire, Imperial Palace, Zige.

"Do your best, and then die. ”

Chu Mo stared at the raw rice paper on the bookcase, his face expressionless.

"He's dead?"

The middle-aged man nodded, paused, and said in a loud voice:

"He's a loyal servant. ”

Playing with the wine cup in his hand, Chu Mo raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man:

"I know he's a loyal servant. ”

Then, word by word, he said:

"It's a pity that he's loyal, not me!"

The middle-aged man understood that he had just lost his words, and he didn't dare to anger the famous tyrant in front of him, so he was silent.

"Where's King Fu?"

Holding the wine cup, the clear wine in the glass is along the wall of the glass, little by little soaked in the ink on the paper.

"Dead too. ”

Hearing this, Chu Mo nodded with satisfaction, and the palace built for thousands of years outside the window, under the afternoon sun, there was an inexplicable feeling of gloom.

Standing by the window, Chu Mo lifted the wine jug, drank a whole pot, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said:

"Arrange for all the first-level warriors to escort my mother to Nanliang. ”

The middle-aged man's face was flat, and there was a trace of looseness and anxiety at this time:

"Then Your Majesty's side ......"

"I'm going, or I'm going to die. If they stay with me, they will give their lives in vain, so why bother? ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes were completely unbelievable, when would a tyrant who kills impermanence take care of his life?

"Hehe......"

Chu Mo looked at the new branches growing from the trees outside the window, smiled loudly, turned his head and saw the middle-aged man open his mouth to speak, and said lightly:

"Do you want to ask me, why are you determined to die, and let you kill King Fu and Zuo Xiang?"

The middle-aged man was surprised by Chu Mo's keen and unusual insight, and nodded on his face.

"I'm here to keep more people alive, do you believe it......?"

In the sub-pavilion, the middle-aged man looked stunned.

It's night.

A figure walked out of the already silent palace, wearing a royal robe, with an indifferent face, it was Chu Mo. Drink the wine yourself, call before and after the weekday, and the tyrant who cannot be a lifetime is extremely depressed at this time.

Why do you want to kill them? Because the only one who can save the empire is me, Chu Mo! Who in the world today knows that I have lived two lives?

In the first life, my father and emperor died, the empire was shattered, and I was twenty-eight years old and died depressed. I thought that the second life would be able to predict the prophet and change my life. I don't want to, but my life is so thin!

Tell me, why is my Chu clan royal family on the verge of extinction for more than 6,000 years! Why is the history of my Eastern Han Empire more than 10,000 years now turning to dust!

Step by step, in the blink of an eye, out of the imperial capital.

This is a technique that can be controlled by a martial artist at the fifth level - shrinking the ground into inches, and it is not a problem for Chu Mo, who is at the sixth level.

Standing under a tree not far from the city gate, Chu Mo looked up at the top of the city gate, where three simple and heavy words were engraved - Rising Sun City.

"Perhaps, for more than 620,000 years, the only thing that has remained unchanged is you. ”

Chu Mo took a sip of wine and laughed.

The city has existed since ancient times, but the imperial capital has moved with the change of power.

Looking back at the night stained with thick fog outside the imperial capital, Chu Mo closed his eyes.

A pale white light swept across the horizon, and a roar resounded through the firmament:

"Chu Mo, you should have died a long time ago!"

There was a deep pit tens of meters long left on the ground, and the body of a man whose body was completely destroyed on the surface of the body.

Chu Mo, 33 years old, died.

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