"Brother Ziwen!" The man took a step back, half-closed his eyes, revealing a trace of exhaustion, and lowered his head, "Hehe, take the country first!

"Shizi!" Yu Ziwen roared, "The people who accompanied you in exile are waiting for you!

"Ziwen. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The man raised his head suddenly, his eyes were red and stared at Yu Ziwen, and the moment he opened his mouth, there was a broken mucus between his lips, "Do you want me to take them back to die?

Yu Ziwen was stunned for a moment, and he stared at the other party for a moment of trance. What the man said, he never thought about it, and if he wanted to get it, he always had to lose it.

"Shizi, your heart is too kind, this is not the virtue that a male lord should have!" Yu Ziwen smiled bitterly a few times, staring at the man's face, he suddenly remembered Fan Tie's instructions to him when he left, and his eyes instantly became sad, "As a king, when you have the consciousness of sacrificing ten thousand people, you are not ruthless enough, I am disappointed." ”

The last sentence fell very lightly, Yu Ziwen slowly stood up from the floor, slowly walked to the man's side with Fan Tie's urn in both hands, and handed it over, "Take it, there are more than 4,000 undead in this inn." ”

The man reached out and took it, and his hand sank.

Yu Ziwen looked at him and asked, "Is it heavy?" Sometimes people are no different from dead when they are alive. When he said this, he stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on the azure jar, "I can't let it go, whether it's life or death, it's very heavy." Shizi, your current hesitation is from their point of view, the meaning of their life is to go back, you know?"

The man's hands holding the azure jar were trembling, he looked at Yu Ziwen, and asked in cold words, "Most of the people living outside are seventeen or eighteen years old, and as soon as they were born, they were instilled to go back and return to the Yue Kingdom, is this the meaning of their lives?"

"Shouldn't it be? Their fathers are all from the Yue Kingdom, and the Yue people who have been exiled with their sons to other places, isn't it the reason for them to live to return to the Yue Kingdom for revenge?" Yu Ziwen became more and more indignant the more he spoke, and when he appeared in the sight of the Seven Kingdoms with the "Youming" that year, he was holding a heart of death.

The man's words undoubtedly hurt him, and no one wanted the other party to deny his belief in living.

"That's what their fathers wanted, and it's not fair to them!" the man continued.

"Li Ziqian. Yu Ziwen grabbed the other party's collar and pulled it hard, almost touching the other party's face. He stared at the other party angrily, and the green tendons on the back of his hand swelled. Back then, he braved the fire to carry the other party out of the palace, and killed him with a knife in his right hand to the north shore of the Strait. At that time, he never thought about fairness, and the meaning of human life did not exist to explore the essence of fairness.

Li Ziqian's chest was dull, and he did not avoid Yu Ziwen's gaze. He just thinks that he already owes too much, he wants to go back, his mother is still imprisoned in the palace, but if he goes back like this, war is inevitable, it will die, this group of men who have just returned to their homeland are facing a sharp blade that may be their own countrymen, which is too cruel and unfair to them.

Now he is devastated by this problem all the time, he is not a king, he is just an outlaw prince who has been exiled in six countries. The road is very long, and there is no end in sight, which makes people confused to endless melancholy and pain.

In silence, Li Ziqian broke the other party's fingers a little bit. The two competed with each other, their faces flushed, and their eyes collided.

"You also want to go back to Yueguo, don't you?" the moment Yu Ziwen let go of his hand, he roared violently.

"Hmm. In a moment's reaction, a bitter smile appeared on Li Ziqian's flushed face.

Your uncle and cousin are waiting for you in the Yue Kingdom, our people have been laid out since before the Battle of Changping began, and there may not be many deaths. Yu Ziwen tried to keep his tone low, he inhaled heavily and pressed his hand on the other party's shoulder, "Take us back!"

Li Ziqian looked at the other party's eyes, his eyes were moist. Sometimes, he also thought that this matter was obviously an internal affair of the Li family of the Yue royal family, but this matter implicated the happiness of tens of thousands of families.

Sometimes, that's how it happens, and the so-called personal destiny, the providence in the dark, is all in the planning of others. Back then, his uncle killed his father by unscrupulous means, and the happiness of tens of thousands of families in Yue Kingdom was all buried.

Li Ziqian turned around, his heart was numb.

Later, Yu Ziwen's roar sounded again, "Shizi, the arrow has to be sent on the string! If you don't go back, then our people who died for this layout will die in vain!"

"Should we let others die in order to make the dead feel at ease? Li Ziqian tilted his head slightly, his eyes slanted back, and laughed at himself.

The door opened, and a man stood in the room.

Li Ziqian walked out of the room, Yan Sule, who was waiting at the door and heard the roar of the two, took a step back, quickly clenched his left hand into a fist on his back, and stomped on the ground with his right foot, "I-Yan clan Sule, I am willing to swear to protect the son of the world and return home!"

The words are sonorous, like a beast.

Li Ziqian looked at the other party's slightly immature face, and suddenly asked, "How old are you?"

"Nineteen. Yan Sule replied that his father died when he set foot on the land of Chu, and at that time, his mother was only six months pregnant with him. After a few months of wandering in the sea, shortly after giving birth to him, his mother followed him.

"Nineteen?" Li Ziqian muttered, his chin raised slightly and closed his eyes, and cloudy tears flowed out in an instant, "Well, I'll go back with you!"

As soon as the words fell, Li Ziqian's steps started and walked towards the outside of the house. Behind him, Yan Sule knelt down, looked at Li Ziqian's back, and called out humbly, "Thank you, my lord." ”

Meantime.

In a roadway in Dayu.

Two black shadows flew quickly on the side of the eaves, black shadows like knives cutting through snowflakes.

A dark shadow in front of him widened the distance between the two, and he leaped forward, his legs lightly tapping on the steep eaves, and behind him was a crescent moon on the horizon, and half a roll of snow.

And the person behind him also stopped, holding a silver-white knife in one hand, standing on the avenue and looking up at the man in black on the eaves, silently grasping the handle of the knife with his wrist became more and more terrifying.

"Crazy Warrior?" the man standing on the eaves lowered his head and smiled, his tone full of banter, "It's a pity, but your skeleton is of the human race, and it can't withstand such violent power." ”