He could understand his father's hatred, but when he really heard the shocking things that Fei Wei counted, he felt that it was too cruel. And the father must have known such cruelty. He was amazed at the depth of this resentment, and understood the decision he had made, and instead of relenting, he became more decisive.

The noblest and the worst murderers would do the same thing, with the same degree of cruelty.

He had this vein of blood in his veins, and although he had never killed anyone, he might be the same in the future. Just like his brother Zhao Yan, he is cruel and abnormal, murderous like hemp, and under his grace and grace, he hides an unusually crazy beast soul.

Nine success power is abolished in this way, and ordinary people have died many times.

Under such inhumane torture, the flying fish was simply tortured to the point that it was crushed to pieces.

But he still has a sober mind, no different from ordinary people, and sometimes it is no different from more than ten years ago.

Perhaps for him, it was nothing more than what happened in a few short days, just the result of a failure.

So he deceived himself and lived in illusions, and it wasn't too bad.

But he's sober now. Probably earlier, sober.

After thinking about this, Zhao Ji felt a little guilty.

The Flying Ray narrates it peacefully, as if he were telling someone else's story, as if he was describing a criminal law that has been written in a history book, and he has even been erased from existence, sinking and floating in the endless hell where the concept of time has disappeared.

“...... Therefore, since Emperor Shenzong hated me like this, he would never allow me to live with dignity, and naturally he would not let me die with dignity. He sent the best doctor, who never missed a beat, to dissect my body and fill my heart with a gunpowder - the finest gunpowder mechanism in the world, with the purest gunpowder and the hardest steel nails, so delicate and stable that it would stay in my body for decades, and it would beat with my heart while I was alive. It's getting more and more pressing, and the pain is getting worse day by day, but I'm not going to die for a while. It relied on fixed-frequency, non-rapid impacts to keep it stable, and at the moment of my death, as soon as my heartbeat stopped, it would explode and blow up my entire abdominal cavity, and my internal organs would turn into thousands of pieces of minced flesh, and the surrounding area would be blown into ruins by the power of gunpowder. Now it's just right – the fire is extinguished by water, there will be no secondary burning, and you don't have to brave the fire to escape. Fire is a deadly thing. Alas, these poor creatures, who fear day and night that I will be beheaded because I am dead, do not live to be beheaded. ”

The fire went down, the fire was extinguished, and the sporadic small fires burned slowly and methodically. The flow of people began to disperse.

The Flying Ray was silent for a moment, then spoke, "I'm sorry for your mother. ”

Zhao Ji said: "It's useless to say to me. But I don't hate you that much. ”

Fei Wei smiled: "That's good, it's not easy for you to survive to this day." It's painful to be alive, but I still hope you can continue to live. ”

Zhao Ji said: "Okay." "He was a little uncomfortable and wanted to say something more, but he didn't.

"Actually—"

Zhao Ji looked up at him.

Fei Wei tilted his head to look at him, thoughtfully, and then said, "Your father may not like you that much. ”

Zhao Ji shrugged: "Master, have you remembered it for more than ten years?"

Wang Liefeng suddenly said coldly: "The power of gunpowder is so great, won't we all die together?"

Fiddling with the sharp horn of his helmet, the flying dragon turned his head and smiled: "The arena is so deep, how can it blow up to this blind spot above? ”

When he laughed, he was still hideous and terrifying, but it was a bit like what Zhao Ji remembered more than ten years ago. It is a false promise that "I will go back when I go", and the result is a false promise that is untouchable, and it is a distant nostalgia that is not as good as not seeing.

Maybe he's right?

"Get out of that hole. The Flying Ray whispered, "You know despair when you get out." ”

Zhao Ji didn't hear clearly, and asked in confusion: "What?"

Fei Wei said: "You'll know when you go out." He stood up, thought for a moment, then turned his head and said, "Look outside for me." We want to see more of the great rivers and mountains, and see more of the world. ”

Zhao Ji nodded.

He walked to the edge and looked down.

The jailer at the bottom spotted him and exclaimed, "Hell - no, what kind of monster is this? Oh my God!

Feiyu's voice was a little low, and he said to himself a little sadly, "It turns out that I have become such a terrible appearance." ”

Zhao Ji said, "Master, you have always been the same as when I first met you. ”

Fei Wei smiled and said, "My stupid apprentice, sure enough, he can't even tell lies. ”

The flying dragon suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed it into his mouth, and pierced it through the only soft gum in his body that was not rotten, and stirred it again and again, and grunted, the sound of something breaking away from his mother's body, and he pulled hard—sticking to the blood and blood droplets, and the blood dripped down his mouth and between his fingers, and his mouth was completely dislocated, and could not be closed again, and his rotten jaw swayed as if it were about to fall in the next second; His lonely hand trembled, holding a red, huge, flesh-like thing and handing it to Zhao Ji.

In the midst of this bright red, there seemed to be something round, slightly reflecting.

Wang Liefeng stepped forward to take it for Zhao Ji, Feiwei's hand quickly clenched into a fist, and Wang Liefeng's fingers touched his hand and glanced at him. The flying dragon opened its mouth, and could only make a whirring sound: "Give it to me...... Follower...... ...... in vain"

Zhao Ji reached out to pick it up: "This is?"

The thing was warm and soft, but Zhao Ji stroked it, and the sticky flesh was wiped away, revealing a large black bead, the lines were soft and clear, and there was no damage in the slightest.

Zhao Ji looked up in surprise and said, "Night Pearl, holding it in your mouth can make people immortal no matter how much they are hurt?"

Maybe that's why he never died. No amount of torture was inflicted on him, and he would not die.

Maybe it's a way to get angry. Emperor Shenzong wanted to kill him, but he couldn't kill him, and even he lived longer than him, and even before he could see all the torture carried out, he died suddenly. Life is always very ironic.

Or maybe it's just that the flying dragon endures and doesn't die.

He saw the flying dragon laughing. When the flying dragon smiled, the gums that had lost their lips and chin were exposed, like a dead man's head that was rotting, revealing its bones, like a fish that had been hooked in the lips and tried to break free, its whole lower lip was wide open, and the flesh was blurred and could never go back.

Could it be that no matter how beautiful and beautiful he was in life, he was just as hideous and terrifying when he was about to die-Zhao Ji thought.

Whether it's Master, or—

But he suddenly reacted again: he was still alive, he had always lived! Covered in blood, festering and pus-shedding!

- What a horrible thing to be alive!