High winds.

Shadow.

Twilight snow.

Stratus.

And that, hiding behind the stratus clouds, the bright moon.

Many people are longing for this place.

Because this is the highest place that human beings can reach.

But they'll never like the cold here.

And they will never understand what the owner of this place will have to pay in order to usher in the early morning here.

"Bloodline. Luck. Smile. Falsehood. Observe. Compute. Gut feeling. Imagine. Knowledge. Judgment. And, most importantly, courage. ”

Looking straight ahead, at the huge city that was prostrate at his feet, and at the thousands of people who had submitted to it, the burly men, stood straight and straight.

Ren Tiangang was frantic and immovable.

"This is the price to be paid for one person every morning, and this is the way to welcome it for one person every morning."

Smiling and tilting his head, the man seemed to be talking to himself.

But he knew that the young man next to him had indeed heard it.

Hear it clearly.

As a side by side who stands on this highest place.

Beneath your feet, it's as transparent as the void, and even the stratus clouds that cover your eyes don't exist.

All the buildings are prostrate at the foot of this spire-like "King's Bedroom", and all the people look up to the people above it.

From here, Kazama makes it easy to see everything in the snow.

The faint ringing evening bell, the smiling businessman, the Santa Claus driving a mechanical elk humming a strange song, the child riding on his father's neck trying to reach the little presents on the Christmas tree, and the little match huddled in the corner with the girl warming......

Everything is clearly presented here, the whole royal city, and even the whole world.

And when night falls, everything starts to get cold.

In the pale vision, there is not a trace of blood.

Just like the corpse I just saw.

"Do you know why Yu Yiren called you here?"

"......, or because of ...... The thing? ”

Shaking his head blankly, Kazama looked at the figure standing beside him with an embarrassed expression.

That figure, maybe has been standing here for a long, long time.

"Haha, Yu Yiren didn't care about that incident from the beginning, of course, Yiyi is the same...... Only on the Gu family's side, you have to deal with it yourself, and besides, you've already taken care of it, haven't you? ”

The moment he turned his head, his smile was still so heroic.

Without a hint of hypocrisy and concealment.

"Uh......"

"Don't be surprised, if everyone is in a different position, then what he sees will be different, and what he cares about will be different. Therefore, I have called you here today to confirm a thing that I care about very much. ”

“……”

Something you care about?

Kazama Yangyu frowned slightly, raised his head, and his face was straight.

"Uncle Wan, please speak, the kid knows everything!"

"Haha, that's good!"

Seemingly satisfied with Kazama's answer, Wangui grinned.

With the palm of his hand flipped lightly, a black dilapidated jar appeared in front of the two of them.

With a light pat, the aroma of wine overflows.

"It's not very good, but it's an authentic thousand-year-old wine, come on!"

"Hmm......"

Looking at the wine jar that was handed to him with a look of embarrassment, Kazama quickly shook his head.

"How dare the kid, Uncle Wan please first."

"Haha, that's for one person, you're welcome!"

Raise your hand and lead your neck.

Wine is like sweet liquor, and gas is like a rainbow.

Mixed with the vast white snow, swallow it in your belly.

"What does the virtuous nephew think, how is the human race now?"

"Uh......"

The slightly abrupt words made Kazama Yang Yu stagnate slightly.

"Uncle Wan has a magnificent bearing, and the internal affairs are ......"

"You don't need a polite word to give a person."

The dark eyes looked straight over, with a depth like the night.

Kazama Yang Yu stagnated slightly, and his face quickly became hot.

When he looked up, his face was straight.

"The boy is bold, then he will express his disdain a little. Although the kid is new to the city, from a rough point of view, today's human race is a sheep-like tiger skin. Its appearance is naturally that the country is rich and the people are strong, and the peace is peaceful, but in fact, 'Zhumen wine and meat stink, and the road has frozen bones', not only the disparity between the rich and the poor, class antagonism, but also the undercurrent surging, the unscrupulous people have ill intentions, and the enemies who are around are greedy and greedy. If you don't cultivate the Fa and don't correct black and white, you will be in trouble, and the days will be counted. ”

After saying it in one breath, Kazama raised his feathers, and was suddenly stunned, the corners of his mouth twitched violently, and in an instant, his face was full of embarrassment.

Just as he was about to say something, there was a sudden burst of wild laughter in his ears.

"Haha...... Hahaha...... You can say that again! Well said...... It's been a long time since she left, and no one is willing to talk to Yu alone like that......"

sighed, let out a long breath, and a trace of nostalgia suddenly flashed in Wangui's crazy eyes.

Looking back, there was a smile of relief.

"What, then, does the virtuous nephew think of one person as a king?"

“……”

The expression that had just relaxed instantly became bitter.

"Haha, don't hesitate, but it's okay to say. The virtuous nephew is a guest of the human race, not a minister of the human race, and no matter what he says, he will not blame anyone. ”

"Uncle Wan's father Long Wei Yan Jaw, virtuous and dignified, as the lord of a country, he is naturally worthy of being called a Ming monarch. But as the so-called one hundred secrets and one omission, a thousand worries, even if it is to deal with mundane things, it is impossible for a person to be free of mistakes, for the management of a huge country Uncle Wan, how many years of daily management, there will always be a bias, if there are loyal ministers around can point out, then with the wisdom of Uncle Wan, it can naturally be made up in time, but if not, then these small omissions once slowly accumulated, in the end, even if it is a thousand miles of embankment, it will collapse in the anthill. ”

"Haha, good! Good! ”

The light in the dark eyes seemed to shine even brighter, and Wangui suddenly pointed to the wine jar that had been carried in his hand by Kazama Yangyu.

"What kind of person does the virtuous nephew think can be called a real king?"

Kazama Yang Yu comprehended, raised his head, and poured a mouthful.

In an instant, the liquor was like a knife, rich and mellow, accompanied by the hot pain, quickly burning down the throat to the abdomen, and even the meridians around the body seemed to twitch violently.

The body was suddenly agitated, and in the chest, a flame quickly rose.

A breath of pride suddenly erupted.

"The so-called king, when the worries of the world are worried, the joy of the world after the world, knowing the suffering, caring for the people, taking the lead on the battlefield, guiding the subjects in the high hall, holding the balance in the left hand, holding the sword in the right, setting an example for himself, measuring by his own behavior, with a righteous heart, Kuang all the people of the world, with a righteous line, and opening the peace of the world."

"Haha, this is the king in your mind?"

Nodding his head seriously, Kazama looked back confidently, but what he saw was a mysterious smile.

Straight past the jar in Kazama's hand.

Looking up, Wangui frantically "gurgling" and pouring a few mouthfuls.

His eyes burned like flames.

But in the eyes of one person, the so-called king is not the embodiment of law and order, let alone a representative of honesty and integrity. A saint can only be worshipped, not a king. The king should not embody something that will disappear with the king's death, but something more noble, more realistic, and more enduring it. ”

Saying this, Wangui waved his hand wildly.

The night sky, which had been boundless, suddenly became hazy.

Even the snow in the sky gradually became blurry.

In front of Kazama, it is almost another world.

A bloody, cruel, sad, yet real world.

The sword, held high; Babies, weeping in the midst of war; merchants, laughing and counting blood-stained gold coins; Warriors, triumphant amid flowers and applause; The woman in the red dress retired into plain clothes after the return of the unmanned war horse......

The scenes, the pictures, seem to have passed through the long river of history, poured into the eyes of the wind and feathers, and irrigated until the young heart.

"See? Every picture here is the past of an ancestor king, and every past only shows two words, that is-desire. ”

The voice became more and more muffled.

In the dark eyes, there was a strange light shining.

Wangui was crazy, and suddenly cracked his mouth and opened his arms.

As if you want to, embrace the whole world!

"The so-called king is the embodiment of desire, stronger than anyone else, more bold than anyone else, and more persistent than anyone else. He is chaos, containing clear and turbid, good and evil, light and dark. He is a more real human being than anyone else, flesh and blood, chasing all desires, eulogizing all glory, and bringing all people, courtiers, people, rich and poor, to their desires, to fulfill their desires, to tell them what they need, and then to lead them to all that they desire! Plunder or conquer, let everyone see the glory of the king, and let everyone look forward to becoming the next king!! Our race does not exist for stability, it exists for more prosperity, and if even the king is not longed for, then going to extinction is only a doomed end! ”

The loud words, like a thunderclap, exploded in the ears of the wind and feathers, turning into an echo of the soul, lingering.

"However, if there is no justice, and you just blindly follow your desires, then in the end you are just a tyrant, right?"

"Haha? Despot? Justice? In this world, there has never been any justice, the so-called justice, but on the premise of protecting the interests of the majority of people, they have the awe in their hearts, only awe, only the king! If you can't even be called a king, then how can you be a king, and how can you be a hero? What, whip Liuhe, a world in one Kuang?! ”

Stretching out his hand, there was a brilliant light, pouring out from the palm of Wangui Maniac and quickly penetrating into every picture.

The scroll that wandered like stars was shattered in an instant.

Immediately, it turned into countless points of light and quickly gathered in his palm.

"Right country, right rule. Those who become great will be rewarded. This is especially true for the king, and especially for the king's companions. Desire, only to satisfy their desires, whether it is wealth, status, power, or the mercy of the world, as long as their needs are met, then the king is the king after all, and the world, after all, is the king's world! ”

"The world...... Shouldn't it be the ...... of the world? ”

Muttering to himself, Kazama's head slowly lowered, as if he was thinking about something, and it seemed that he was just pure frustration.

"Nope. The world belongs to the king; And the king is the man of the world. What the people of the world need will always be the king, and what the king needs is the world. As for the world, it needs - saints. ”

Raising his head sharply, Kazama looked straight at each other.

However, when you see it, it is not the heroic face, but a bright brilliance.

The light poured into his eyes in an instant, like an overlord, leading thousands of troops to trample on aggression, with a sharp pain like eating bones and hearts.

"Hmm...... What is, what? ”

Countless pictures, accompanied by thousands of thoughts, suddenly poured in.

From that pupil, the soul of Kazama Flutter has been pouring in.

In my ears, there was a faint answer, like a floating cloud, ethereal.

"Testimony of a saint. The scales of justice. Of course, it can also be called ...... 'Great Flame of Destiny'. ”