"Shhh The coldness in the throat, the flash of pain, and the warm liquid running down the throat were all proof of what had just happened.

He forgot even about the pain in his feet, his breathing, his thoughts, all paused at this moment. Zhang Rang saw death and really felt the temperature of death, cold and cold.

After a moment, he suddenly woke up, and hurriedly stretched out his hand and touched his neck. Both hands touched the viscous liquid, which was blood, and the hands were in front of them, and the fingers and palms were full of bright red blood.

He was laughing, laughing, full of joy. He didn't die, he didn't die! This eunuch Xiaohou didn't seem to dare to kill him, and this idea appeared in Zhang Rang's heart.

Otherwise, why talk nonsense, why do this, make a cut in his neck, but instead don't kill him.

"You're good, really good." Zhang Rang's smile was a little crazy, and his spit flew out when he spoke.

From great sorrow to great joy, the exchange of the two emotions has made him a little unreasonable now.

Hearing this, the princes of the Beacon Opera laughed and replied, "I'm fine, of course I'm good, but it's you who is not good, right?" ”

The arm was stretched back, the wooden sword was behind his back, and the princes of the Beacon Opera looked at Zhang Rang. The head of the ten permanent servants of the world, Zhang Rang, who was called his father by Emperor Liu Hong of the Han Dynasty, is now lying in front of him like a dog, and even his spirit seems to have some problems.

Can't believe it, right? The princes of the Beacon Opera were a little embarrassed, if the eunuchs and palace maids in the palace saw this scene, I don't know if they would believe what they saw in front of them and be shocked. If those ministers outside the palace saw this scene, I don't know how many people would applaud and let him kill Zhang Rang quickly.

"Come on, kill me! You scum, come on! Zhang Rang raised his head hard and roared at the princes of the Beacon Theater.

"You eggless fellow! If you don't kill me today, then tomorrow, your parents and brothers, as long as they are related to you by blood, including the Nine Clans, will not survive tomorrow! Come on! With the vicious language he could think of, the biggest and most powerful threat he could make, the coldness in Zhang Rang's eyes was as substance.

There was nothing on the faces of the princes of the Beacon Theater that he wanted to see, no panic, no anger, nothing. He just looked at Zhang Rang with pity, and when he saw stray dogs in reality, the princes of the Beacon Opera also used such a gaze, but now he was looking at a person.

Even if Zhang Rang is not a human being and is a character in the game, he has all the emotions and self-esteem that people should have.

Zhang Rang's face began to turn red, as if it was about to drip blood. The humiliation he felt, this kind of gaze, made Zhang Rang's heart filled with anger, and the anger was constantly burning, burning more and more.

How long has it been since I received such a compassionate gaze? It seems like a long time, probably decades. For such a long time, Zhang Rang still remembers that when he first entered the palace, when he was cleansed by the purification master, he also got such a pitying expression. The one that looks at any small animal and doesn't see him as a human gaze.

His life, at that moment, was really cheaper than those chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs. Every little eunuch who has been purified is very likely to die, and at the first pass of this palace, his eyes are completely closed, and the body is pulled out, and he finds a place to bury it, and there may not even be a bed.

But he got through it, and after several days of pain, he finally got through and became one of the most insignificant little eunuchs in the palace. This kind of gaze still did not detach from him, when he did something wrong and was slow, he was insulted and beaten by those eunuchs with long qualifications, and the eunuchs and palace maids who were watching next to him also cast the same look of pity, with a hint of schadenfreude.

Zhang Rang remembers very well and has not forgotten those moments when he felt humiliated. In order to no longer experience the baptism of this gaze and no longer suffer such humiliation, Zhang Rang has been working very hard and climbing up in various ways. He doesn't want to be the worthless pig dog in the eyes of others, and he doesn't want to become a lost dog and be swept out of the house when he is old, and he has to experience the kind of gaze he first experienced before he dies.

At last, he was freed from this pity in the palace, and no one dared to look at him with pity but awe. It's just that later, above the court, Zhang Rang was baptized again, so he was angry, he was angry, so those who dared to pity him ended up being a dead body in the tomb.

After losing the man's most important things, he was left with only three things: money, power, and dignity. Perhaps, dignity has been gone since the time he entered the palace, but Zhang Rang still has it, he feels that he still has dignity!

Whoever offends him will die, this is dignity. Anyone who tramples on his dignity will pay the price of blood for his contempt. The dead ministers one by one, iron-clad, loyal to the monarch and serving the country, full of blood, so what? In the end, it was just a bright color blooming in his eyes, and that pleasant wail, which sounded really pleasant.

Now, then, Zhang Rang felt this pity again, and he was angry, and anger overshadowed fear. Compared to death, there is no doubt that the humiliation he is receiving now is unbearable for him.

"Good, good, really good. It's been a long time since I've seen someone like you, really, it's a little nostalgic. ”

"Really? Then you should take a good look at it, and you don't have to miss it, maybe you won't have the opportunity to miss it in the future. The princes of the Beacon Fire Opera said dryly.

On his face, an expression called "You should feel proud, you should feel honored" came out.

Not only on his face, but also in his heart. It's not anyone who can make him talk so much nonsense, and it's not anyone who can die honorably under his sword, especially under the sword of the wooden sword.

"You..." Zhang Rang raised his hand, and his trembling fingers conveyed the unrest in his heart at this moment. He forcibly suppressed the qi in his heart, and did not dare to leak it, he didn't know if it would be qi or blood once it was leaked.

He had the feeling of punching him and completely empty. Whether it is a threat or a provocation, it falls on the bodies of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera, and it is useless to pass through it like that.

Now Zhang Rangdu began to be apprehensive, and the anger in his heart suddenly subsided. He didn't know at all whether this little Hou Gonggong dared to kill him, if it was that kind of reckless, such a radical, he would have died too long ago to die anymore. It's not like a reckless person, otherwise he wouldn't have lived so long, and the reckless person wouldn't have said so much.

I usually look at people's eyes, and my judgment on weekdays, when I meet Xiaohou, all of them are invalid! This made Zhang Rang unsure, in front of him, it was completely a stranger, not the person he had seen before, who he thought was still pleasing to the eye and knew how to advance and retreat.

"Oh, are you scared?" The princes of the Beacon Opera were keenly aware of Zhang Rang's changes.

Those who use the sword, the sword is round, not only to grasp the changes in themselves, but also to grasp the changes of the other party. The change in the psychology of the enemy is also among them, and the weakness of the mind is also a weakness. It's a weakness, know it, grasp it, and break it with a sword.

"Did you finally realize that many of the words you just said were too confident? Is there still an urge in my heart to take back those words that I have said? The princes of the Beacon Opera asked.

Zhang Rang sighed in his heart, he saw the hell, all this was what he had just thought.

"It's a pity that my ears are so good that I can hear more than just clearly. At the same time, I still have a good memory, and I can't forget it right away. The princes of the beacon fire show were extremely embarrassed. He suddenly exclaimed in surprise and continued: "I may not forget, someone said that they wanted to punish my three clans, but I am really afraid." ”

"If you're afraid, you'll do something you can't control. I'm afraid, I'm really scared, I'm so scared that I'm trembling. The hands trembled, the faces of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera were wrinkled, and their bodies trembled even more. But no matter how you look at it, it's more like a convulsion than the kind of tremor you are afraid of.

Soon, his convulsions stopped, and he looked at Zhang Rang indifferently.

"Say, Why should I be afraid? What's so terrible, kill you, and naturally there will be nothing. If you die, who will avenge you? The princes of the Beacon Opera said in an almost cold tone, and the right arm holding the sword stretched out again, and the tip of the sword was facing Zhang Rang.

"No, don't! Leave me alone, I won't trouble you again. Really, as long as you don't kill me, I can give you whatever you want..."Zhang Rang finally became scared, and now, he had no doubt that the sword of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera would stab down in the next moment, the kind that would kill.

Especially now, in the eyes of the princes of the Beacon Opera, there is no emotion, it is so indifferent. is the same as Zhang Rang once saw the soldiers who went home from the expedition, that kind of coldness, people will feel a kind of coldness that penetrates their hearts when they see it.

The swords of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera stabbed down, and it was still very fast. At the blade of the sword, the dried blood condensed into a layer of crystals, and the next moment, it was about to be dyed with fresh blood.

"Wait. You can't kill him. ”

When Zhang Rang closed his eyes and waited for death, a voice came from his ears, which was so pleasant. When he was excited, Zhang Rang felt that this voice was so familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't figure out whose voice it was, but it was so familiar, almost unforgettable.

He opened his eyes and saw an arm that was grasping a wooden sword, and its owner.

Liu Xuan! Liu Xuan, the commander of the Yulin Army!

A brilliance appeared in Zhang Rang's eyes, it turned out to be Liu Xuan, the Liu Xuan who had trampled on him and left him with no means to deal with it! is also the person with the deepest hatred in his heart, but now, Liu Xuan is undoubtedly a savior in Zhang Rang's eyes!

For a moment, Zhang Rang felt that Liu Xuan was so pleasing to the eye, and the contradictions between them in the past were really nothing at this moment! Really, as long as Liu Xuan saves him, everything in the past can be written off.

As for what he will think about it in the future, that is a matter for the future, and he can only survive now.

"Commander Liu, he is an assassin, an assassin who infiltrated the palace!"

"Look, look at me, just now he was holding that wooden sword and wanted to kill me!" Zhang Rang gestured his hand to his throat, where there was a scar.

"Hurry up and kill him!" Zhang Rang shouted, his voice becoming hoarse.

Liu Xuan didn't move, and after hearing what Zhang Rang said, he didn't make any moves, and didn't pull out the saber at his waist to kill the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera. He just slowly removed his five fingers and let go of his hand.

The princes of the Beacon Opera smiled and withdrew their swords. looked at Zhang Rang and looked at it calmly, but he didn't do it again.

With a shudder, Zhang Rang seemed to understand something. He looked at Liu Xuan, and then at the princes of the Beacon Theater, and he knew very well what secrets he knew.

Liu Xuan and this little marquis are in the same group!

Zhang Rang would rather he didn't know the secret, because if he knew, he was going to die! The reason why a secret is a secret is because no one else knows about it, and once it is known, it is not a secret anymore. Therefore, the best way to hide the secret is to kill the person who knows and may reveal the secret, and re-conceal the secret and turn it back into a secret.

When the princes of the Beacon Opera looked at him, Zhang Rang shuddered again.

Will die, he really, will die.

"Why can't you kill him?" Zhang Rang suddenly heard the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera ask.

"Because he can't die." Liu Xuan frowned and replied seriously.

When they were talking, neither of them looked at Zhang Rang. It's as if he were the weeds on the side of the road, the unnoticed grass and trees.

At such times in the past, the sensitive Zhang Rang would have long noticed that his dignity was trampled on. But now he didn't care, he listened carefully to the conversation between Liu Xuan and the princes of the Beacon Opera, every word, every word was possible, and it was about his life.

"Okay."

Finally, an answer that Zhang Rang wanted to hear the most in his life appeared. He was ecstatic, but he still suppressed the excitement in his heart and didn't dare to reveal half of it.

He was afraid, afraid that the princes of the Beacon Opera who did not do things according to common sense would once again exceed his expectations and do what he expected. At this time, Zhang Rang wanted to be transparent, to become like those chickens, ducks, pigs, dogs, and weeds on the side of the road without attracting anyone's attention. Just wait slowly, wait for the final answer to appear, and before that, he just needs to be looked down upon and ignored!

"Tsk, so you think you're really going to be safe, right?" The princes of the Beacon Opera looked at Zhang Rang.

With a step, he rushed out, clenched his left hand into a fist, and hit Zhang Rang on the cheek.

"Poof." Zhang Rang's face became distorted, and the flesh on one cheek squeezed towards the other. At the same time, another tooth, mixed with blood, flew out of his mouth.

Zhang Rang was knocked unconscious.

"Your acting skills seem to be good." The princes of the Beacon Opera shook their hands and turned their heads.

"Yes. In the palace, how can people with bad acting skills survive? Liu Xuan replied expressionlessly.

He stepped forward, bent down, and grabbed one of Zhang Rang's legs with one hand, dragging him forward like a rag.

(End of chapter)