The ghoul slammed to the ground, and the soft couch was just a stone's throw away, but he couldn't even reach the last distance. Rolled over, panting heavily, looking at the ceiling and laughing maniacally.

The Demon Eye quietly watched as the god-like leader he had, who was so invincible, yet defeated at the hands of Nighthawk. How strong is that man, not only defeated the leader, but even his self-confidence is so ruthlessly trampled on the soles of his feet.

Konoha wanted to go up and help the ghouls, but was immediately stopped by the Demon Eye. MONOCULUS knows this leader of himself, who is the king of ninjas, the collection of all the wills of ninjas. He was saved by his own men when he should have died on the battlefield, and it was already the greatest insult to him to survive, and anyone's help at this time was the biggest blasphemy against him.

"Chief, it doesn't matter to you, right?" The Demon Eye asked quietly from a distance. He could already see that the ghoul's two hands had been hit so hard that he couldn't move for at least half a year. The internal injuries in the body are even more unaware of the severity.

Nighthawk's blow was clearly seen by the Demon Eye, and that kind of sky-shaking power should not be in the human world at all. Even if you encounter that kind of attack, you can't escape it. Therefore, the Demon Eye admires the ghoul even more, and under such a fierce attack, it is only injured.

"It's okay, the ninja's way has been shattered, and I'm no longer worthy of being a ninja." The ghoul struggled to get up from the ground, each blow revealing his struggle with fate.

"Please tell Emperor Xià on my behalf, the ghouls have done their best. Now I'm a wreck, and I can't help him anymore. "In the beautifully decorated room, the ghouls' hearts are slowly becoming decadent. He was an old man who was dying, struggling to crawl out of the grave, but was beaten back to the grave at the first attempt.

The ghoul looked up to the sky and sighed, and he could only stay quietly by the grave, waiting for the moment when the dirt covered his face and then lay to rest. He really wanted to put down the blood-stained knife before he died, like the general of Fusang in ancient times, and then solemnly read a poem of wind and snow, and then dashed off his life of ups and downs.

But he didn't even have that qualification, he was just a lowly ninja, and he couldn't touch the side of a samurai at all.

The demon eye sighed heavily, his own teacher, his own enlightener, is so decadent? Has the world of ninjas really come to an end?

He took Konoha's hand and slowly exited the room, closing the door quietly. Inside the door, the weathered old man was laughing. The Demon Eye knows that he is finished, even if he can heal his internal injuries, but he is too old, and the old man can no longer climb the grave of fate, and his end is here.

"Brother, what should we do?" Konoha looked at the silent Demon Eye with his head down, dazed and at a loss.

The magic eye raised its head, and the cowardice in its eyes flashed away. He held Konoha's hand tightly and said with confidence: "Let's go, let's go to see the emperor, our mission is not over yet." Ushijima nervously walked quickly towards the palace with a stack of papers, and all the guards bowed down along the way. Everyone knew that something big had happened, and His Majesty the Emperor had planted a big heel. The balance of power is likely to tip again, and at such times everyone is in good spirits, for fear that something will go wrong.

Murakami seemed to be ten years old, his waist was almost straight, and he had a miserable white smile on his face, revealing black teeth that only nobles could have.

"Mr. Minister, you are finally here, His Majesty the Emperor's feelings are very unstable, please go in quickly." Although this faithful old servant was very dissatisfied with the Emperor's actions, he was always at the Emperor's side.

This is the child he watched grow up, and every moment of his growth remained in Murakami's mind. Murakami once vowed that no matter what the emperor did, he would accompany him for the rest of his life.

Ushijima nodded, and walked quickly towards the palace. Darkness engulfed him instantly, behind the porch of the palace, a large area of darkness hit, only two or three faint candles lit and beating darkly, the bean-sized candle flame is the only light source in this centuries-old palace, it can only illuminate the desolation of the world, but it can't illuminate the eternity hidden here.

The emperor sat alone on the throne, very quiet, and the lampstand composed of two candles was behind him, making him the most conspicuous person in the palace.

It's not like Murakami said he's in a bad mood or anything, he's quiet like a stone statue at the moment. Ushijima thought to himself, maybe he had made enough fuss, and he could finally calm down.

From a distance, desolation and loneliness shone on his whole being, and every tip of his hair spoke of the pain that the whiteness had inflicted on the young king. The pale face glowed a frightening yellowish glow in the candlelight, no different from a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

"Is it Mitsuru Ushijima?" The Emperor's voice was already hoarse, as if the end of the world had come. He didn't even lift his head, just by listening to the footsteps he knew who was coming.

You don't have to look at it, at this time, when Tada made a strong comeback from Prime Minister and was eager to gather power, only Ushijima Man, a grasshopper tied to a rope with him, would come to him. Everyone else, it's time to go to Tada Yu, right?

Ushijima hurriedly came to the throne, holding the thick stack of bunjiàn in his hand, and he didn't even have time to salute the emperor: "Your Majesty the Emperor, Tada Yu is about to launch a general attack." He made a personal voice, and all those who had previously attached themselves to His Majesty the Emperor should go to his official residence within three days to express their disconnection from His Majesty the Emperor, and they would not be guilty of the past. He shook the white text in his hand and said tremblingly: "It's just one day, and 90 percent of our people have gone to the prime minister's official residence and expressed their support for the prime minister in public." The spies reported that they also signed what was equivalent to a pledge, swearing allegiance to the Chinese people, to the prime minister, and to resolutely bring down the old forces of the emperor's faction. If this kind of appalling news had been changed a day ago, the emperor would have been furious when he heard it, scolding those brutes for forgetting their righteousness.

But after going through the affairs of the Congress, he seemed to look down on Yiqiē, and said with a bleak smile: "Can there be some better news?" Such an archaic thing, I guessed when I walked out of Congress. "No matter how powerful his power is, it will not be much stronger than the power of the prime minister. Coupled with the huge power of the Huaxia people hiding behind him, defeating him was only a matter of minutes. The emperor himself could already imagine that countless politicians and had turned their faces and denied people. Maybe they will spit in their face in front of them, and then shout that they are a tyrant, a dangerous figure in Fuso, and a disgrace to the entire Yamato nation.

The Emperor smiled silently: "Let's talk about something more strict, what can be more annoying than these." ”

Ushijima paused and said with difficulty, "The ghoul of your escort leader has been defeated by Nighthawk and has become a waste. Your personal escort is already in a state of disintegration. ”

The Emperor waved his hand casually: "Those wastes are just like the killers sent by the cobra." Just bragging, the real critical moment is useless! Death is death, maybe in two days I will follow them, there is no pity. ”

Ushijima felt the deep depression in the emperor's words, this young man who was still in high spirits two days ago, wanted to be the king of Fuso, and even conquered the whole world, was old like Murakami, and even had no confidence in this world.

"And." Ushijima straightened up, trying to look as tall as possible. His face was indifferent, as determined as a samurai ready to die.

"Tada Yu has already begun to support your younger brother Shinoshi and is ready to make him the most promising newcomer to the imperial family. Reliance will visit wèn Huaxia at 8 p.m. today and wèn E Ross a week later. His status was that of a representative of the Imperial Family, that is, he was visiting Wèn as a future emperor. ”

The expression on the Emperor's face froze, and the younger brother, who had been forgotten by him, reappeared when he was so down. It's ironic, it's a joke, the person he desperately wants to get rid of ends up overriding his head, is this the shackles that fate brought to him? He will never be able to get rid of it.

"No, it was the damn guy who brought it to me." Suddenly, the Emperor roared angrily, and he scrambled to his feet, flipped the table in front of him, and roared loudly at the smiling head of his father on one wall.

Faithfulness was brought back by this man, and if it weren't for Faithfulness, things wouldn't be the way they are now. He will go further, and the road will be broader. It was this man who found a lowly woman to give birth to the mongrel of Faithfulness, and finally came to compete with him for the whole world.

The Emperor gasped for breath, and suddenly burst into tears again, and fell to his knees against his father's head. The whining sound is similar to that of an underage child, the emperor's head is buried deep in the camel hair carpet, and the man in the picture is smiling at him.

Ushijima's face was hidden in the darkness, quietly watching the emperor's gaffe, as a courtier and a servant, when would he be able to see his monarch's appearance.

Suddenly, the wind surged, Ushijima turned his head in surprise, and a red figure that was extremely conspicuous in the darkness suddenly appeared beside him. He didn't panic, because he knew who it was.

MONOCULUS knelt down towards the Emperor, his scimitar in both hands. The steel knife flickered in the darkness, and the cold seemed to be able to cut any bonds in the world.

"His Majesty the Emperor, on the orders of the Grand Leader of the Ghouls, and on the orders of my dead father, the Demon Eye led all the members of the Ninja Assassination Team to swear that from now on, we will protect His Majesty the Emperor."

The heavy voice was like an ancient spell, and the emperor slowly stood up and regained the domineering spirit of the king.

"I haven't lost yet. At least, I still have you! His eyes shot a cold chill, as if he wanted to devour the whole world.