Zhao Ting grabbed Rou Jia's arm: "Sister, we don't know if he is pretending to be and can't move forward rashly." ”

His analysis is very rational and logical, Zhao Shuo's martial arts are so high that it is unbelievable, no one can guarantee that he will not be able to kill people at this time, but Zhao Ting's analysis is too rational, which makes people feel a little chilled.

"Hahaha, fourth, you are the most suitable person to be the emperor, I am not as good as you!" Zhao Shuo raised his head and laughed, "Some things can't be studied deeply, and some truths can't be explained, because if you study it deeply, you will be confused, and you will be more chilled." Can any of you tell me what kind of mood my father felt when he ascended the throne and became the emperor after the Suzaku Gate Incident? Who can tell me? What is it like to step on the blood of brothers to the highest position? ”

"I remember the day my father ascended the throne, the smile on his face was from the bottom of his heart, and the joy was also from the inside out. Zhao Shuo was a little crazy, his words were excited, and the whole person seemed to lose his mind in the next moment, "Yes, I did all this, my father's death was my doing, and the violent death of the university scholar was also my doing, so what?" Who of you dares to kill me? Can you kill me? ”

Suddenly took two steps forward, Zhao Shuo's momentum continued to rise, and there was both violence and killing in his eyes, Zhao Ting and Rou Jia's hearts trembled, and they took two steps back in fear.

"Haha, I am invincible, no one in the world can judge whether I am right or wrong!" Zhao Shuo's tone was arrogant, his black hair was fluttering, but the next moment his qi and blood were surging, and blood flowed out of his mouth, staining the golden dragon robe. He was badly injured after all, but with a little time to breathe, he was confident that he would recover a little. Because behind him is the entire Shangjing City.

But everything changed in the course of that time.

An extremely sharp broken knife suddenly swept from behind Zhao Shuo, like the wind in the night, silently, and then stabbed into Zhao Shuo's back, splashing a cloud of blood mist. The timing of that knife was too good, and Zhao Shuo was too violent a moment ago. The next moment he could recover a little, only at this moment, at the end of the violence. Until recovery, there is a chance, and it is the only chance.

Zhao Shuo's body was like a mountain that collapsed with a bang, from standing in heaven and earth to shattering. The body slammed into the ground.

"I can kill you!" Pan Meimei's mournful voice sounded. There is anger and sadness, but there are more contradictions and entanglements, "It's you, it's you who killed Renmei, I remember, Zhao Shuo, you lied to me so hard!" ”

The knife in her hand was stained with Zhao Shuo's blood. But the knife seemed to make her feel more painful than it was inserted into herself: "Zhao Shuo, you tell me." You tell me, why did you kill Renmi? ”

Zhao Shuo, who fell to the ground with a bang, laughed, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth: "Meimei, you also need to ask this?" You're also too naïve, because he's damned, that's all. ”

When Pan Meimei heard Zhao Shuo's answer, the whole person stiffened and stood on the spot, anger suddenly overflowed her chest, her breathing gradually became short, her eyes were soaked with tears, and she rushed towards Zhao Shuo frantically: "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!" ”

The faith and obsession in her heart were suddenly shattered, Pan Meimei was hysterical, completely lost her mind, her husband killed her brother, two of the three closest people in the world, how could she accept it? Pan Meimei is not Lin Wan'er, nor Chen Nuonuo, she has a prosperous life, has not experienced the chaos of war, although she is perverse, she has the most beautiful fantasy of life.

But reality shattered everything and drowned everything, and in the end she could only rush towards Zhao Shuo with a knife. She angrily stabbed the broken knife at Zhao Shuo, crying "I'm going to kill you".

Zhao Shuo looked at the short knife and slapped it out with one palm, he was always a master, the palm wind was strong, and he could break the stone and crack the stele, but the speed of this palm was very slow, much slower than Pan Meimei's angry knife.

Lin Wan'er seemed to remember something, and shouted: "Pan Meimei, don't be so stupid!" ”

She knew that this was Pan Meimei's death-seeking move, Pan Meimei deliberately stabbed Zhao Shuo, in fact, she was determined to kill Zhao Shuo to kill her, the short knife in her hand would not fall at all, and dying in the hands of Zhao Shuo was the only way that Pan Meimei could think of to get rid of her.

People can be stunned when they are smart, but if they are stupid, their lives can be put aside.

Sure enough, the short knife fell straight down and hovered in the air, but Zhao Shuo's palm came with a palm wind.

Pan Meimei looked at the palm that was getting closer and closer, threw away the short knife in her hand, and suddenly smiled, it's a hundred, dying in your hands is her only way out, slowly closing her eyes, waiting for death to approach.

She remembered that a long time ago, His Majesty married Chen Nuonuo and her to Zhao Gan and Zhao Shuo, and asked the two girls to choose, Chen Nuonuo chose Zhao Gan, she looked down at her toes, and glanced at Zhao Shuo with the afterglow of her eyes, and a certain string in her heart was touched, and joy and shyness coexisted.

"That's him." She said to herself from the bottom of her heart, and at the same time she was quite disdainful of Chen Nuonuo's choice, what kind of talented woman is her vision, and her vision is so bad. Pan Meimei never thought about the ownership of the throne, because it must be Zhao Shuo's, she doesn't care about many things, but she cares about many things, and Zhao Shuo cares the most.

She didn't hate Lin Wan'er, but Zhao Shuo sent someone to Lanzhou to inquire about Lin Wan'er, so she sent someone to intercept and kill Lin Wan'er on the bank of the Qinhuai River, all he cared about and cared about was Zhao Shuo, even if sometimes her behavior was unreasonable and annoying, it didn't matter, she had her own, and she didn't want to care about anything else.

Quietly waited for Zhao Shuo's palm to fall on her, but after waiting for a long time, Pan Meimei didn't wait for anything.

Slowly opening his eyes, Zhao Shuo had already struggled to get up, with his back to her.

Her knife did not fall, nor did Zhao Shuo's palm.

Zhao Shuo covered his chest with one hand: "Third child, let me ask you." He changed his name to me, not me, "If I say that my father's death has nothing to do with me, the queen mother's return to heaven has nothing to do with me, the violent death of a university scholar has nothing to do with me, and many years ago, the death of my eldest brother has nothing to do with me, do you believe it or not?" ”

Zhao Qian didn't think about it, and said solemnly: "I believe it!" ”

"Okay, just believe it!" Zhao Shuo walked forward slowly, passing by Zhao Ting and Rou Jia, and then walked towards Zhao Gan, his footsteps did not stop, and said in his ear, "I have always hoped that someone would believe in things that I don't believe." ”

He continued to walk, countless rays of light scattered from his body, the luck of Shangjing was cut out of his body, and strands of hair were scattered from his head, like a monk with an epiphany.

On that day, he left Shangjing. (To be continued.) )