The monstrous karmic fire turned the entire Miyagi into purgatory, scorching everything. Tongues of fire licked the beams of the room, making a creaking sound, and smoke spread everywhere.

There was no roar, no struggle, only the sound of burning, the crackling of burning wood, and the sound of beams breaking and collapsing in the distance.

The young man in the bed, frowning, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, struggled with a look of struggle, as if fighting against a demon in a dream, desperately struggling but unable to break free. The smoke choked the boy and wanted to cough, but the weakness in his whole body made him unable to cough, and he could only make a whimpering sound.

At this moment, there was a blasting sound from the door, and a man with a grim face broke in. Clad in cold armor, he rushed into the room and walked quickly to the bed. The layers of gauze curtains were directly torn apart, revealing the indistinguishable appearance of the young man.

The man fished out the boy from the brocade silk and put it on his back, and was shocked by this sudden shock, accompanied by a violent cough, and the boy gradually woke up from the nightmare. The man didn't stop for anything, walked out of the room quickly, and after scanning the surroundings to make sure it was safe, he jumped lightly and landed on the glazed tiles without making any sound.

Shadows leapt across the rooftops and disappeared in an instant, all of which happened silently. No one noticed all this.

The boy on his shoulder woke up from his dream faintly, and the vague scene floated up and down with the bumps. The moment the boy woke up, he found that he was being held on the shoulder, his arms waving in panic, and while struggling, he was ready to scream, trying to attract the attention of others.

Before the young man could speak, he suddenly remembered something and quickly covered his mouth. Full of surprise, his eyes widened, and the panicked emotions quickly dissipated, and he raised his head with difficulty and looked around. The young man was forcing himself to calm down, he had to keep his composure, and if he angered him, he would be ...... directly

The moment he raised his head to see the scene around him, the boy rushed out of his cranky state. His eyes instantly filled with tears, and the originally familiar palace was unrecognizable at this time. The bright glazed tiles are dyed with black smoke.

Tears slipped silently from the corners of his eyes, and the boy closed his eyes in despair, tears flowing uncontrollably.

The cold man felt the young man on his shoulder, with a composure beyond his peers, a crack appeared on his cold face, distress flashed in his eyes, and his steps were much softer than just now. The teenager visibly felt that the amplitude of the bump was greatly reduced. He didn't care about any of this, and the war was lost.

The boy seemed to remember something, and suddenly struggled, the man did not expect the boy to suddenly struggle, he didn't take a steady step, and fell directly into the courtyard, fortunately, the man had super strength and landed smoothly.

Thump! The boy fell to the ground, lying on his back on the ground, with a dull pain in his back, and he grinned and struggled to get up from the ground.

"I'm going back." The childish voice was full of firmness.

A sneer was in response to the boy's delusions.

The laughter was like a bucket of ice water poured on the young man's body, and his heart was cold. The boy stood in place, his gaze in disbelief falling on the man's calm face. Dusty clothes, lined even more dilapidated.

"My father is still in the palace, and he is still waiting to be rescued." The boy swallowed his saliva and recounted it to the man in front of him with a firm tone and unyielding determination.

The man's gaze was still indifferent, and he looked at the young man without any emotion.

Such a naked look made the young man feel ashamed from the bottom of his heart.

"As a courtier, you abandoned the monarch and only saved your life, but do you still remember the word loyalty?" The young man Shi Chi looked at the man without taking it. There is no mercing sarcasm in every word.

Looking at each other, a silent battle ignited between the two, and no one backed down.

The fire reflected on the countenance mottled the countenance, blurred the vision, and made everything unreal.

The two confronted each other, and the sharp birdsong suddenly sounded, and the man was no longer consuming with the boy, like flowing water, an arrow step burst in front of the young man, and he was stunned with a backhand.

The scene in front of him instantly turned black, and his body slid weakly. The man grabbed the boy's body and put him on his shoulder again. In the blink of an eye, a black shadow flashed and disappeared.

……

As the last line of defense was breached, the palace gates were forced to open, and the well-trained troops, rushing in, carried a triumphant song of victory. The man at the front of the line was dressed in a bright yellow robe, and his inner thoughts were clear.

Stepping into the purgatory-like palace, the pattern of the hive vortex is covered in ashes.

How many people will regret that the Jade Tower Golden Pavilion has come to naught, and how many people will sigh about the change of dynasty.

……

"Stop." The boy had just stepped out of the doorframe when he heard a command overhead. The boy rushed out of the room, trotted a few steps, and immediately turned around and looked up, all in one go.

Someone sat on the beam of the room, even in a resting state, his waist was still straight, and his eyes were looking into the distance. The man had replaced the cold armor, and his dark blue robe was somewhat elegant.

The young man stared at the man for a long time, and his eyes revealed perseverance: "You have rescued this palace, and you will have nothing to do with it from now on." ”

The man ignored the boy's words or ignored him. The misty eyes are still looking at the distant place. The cold and hard lines of the face are infected by sadness, exuding a temperament of indifference and detachment.

The young man, tired of being ignored, ignored the pretended deep man on the eaves, turned around firmly, and prepared to leave.

"The kingdom is destroyed." The man spoke at the moment when the boy had just taken a step. The feet hanging in mid-air are not put down, nor are they staying.

How could he not know that the country had perished? The flames reddened half the sky, and the sound of burning wood and collapsing buildings filled my ears. Even so, the deep indignation in my heart is difficult to stop. On the contrary, the flames of revenge were scorching, and the monster in the depths of his heart was about to be irrepressible.

"You are no longer the prince...... the man appeared in front of the young man quietly, Ling Ruoshuang's eyes were not mixed with any emotion, and the second half of the unfinished sentence was like a sharp knife stabbing at the young man's body, reminding him that he was no longer the prince, and he was not qualified to call himself the title of this palace.

That cold gaze pierced people's hearts at once, and the cowardice hidden under the shell of perseverance was unobstructed. clenched his teeth and pretended to be calm, and the vigorous grievances in his heart were about to break through the ground, and tears rolled in his eyes.

"And what do you want me to do?" The emotion of grief and indignation made the young man's voice full of crying. He wanted to ask what was going on in the mind of this man who had been indifferent to this matter?

He is not a child, how can he not understand the fall of the dynasty, he has become a remnant of the previous dynasty. It's just that he can't do anything, whether it's crying loudly or sobbing quietly, these emotions are not suitable for him. The state has perished, and these acts are in vain.

The boy hated it, and the man saw through all his eyes.

"Ahh With a hysterical roar, the boy's fist, mixed with grief and helplessness, slammed into the man.

……

The scorching palace squeaked.

"It's a waste of effort to go." Before the man landed on the ground, he heard an understated voice, the man had never seen this young man, and he had never cared about the miscellaneous affairs in this palace.

He has strong self-esteem, and he can appear in front of him quietly, even if he appears here in advance, he will not be disadvantaged, and he seems to be a guy who should not be underestimated.

The man didn't speak, just looked at the boy coldly.

The young man was dressed in the gray-blue robe of a miscellaneous servant, and his shabby clothes did not dust him. On the contrary, it is the dusty temperament that cannot be ignored.

"You can save him alone, but you can't save the world, the monarch is greedy for life and afraid of death, and he asks casually, he doesn't care about the survival of the people at dawn, everyone knows." The boy stood there and said something rebellious. But there was no nervousness at all, and he said unhurriedly.

The gray robes were blown by the heat.

As a courtier, he didn't have so much reason to talk about. The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die. Even if you know that the monarch is mediocre, you can't have two hearts. He is a courtier, and as long as the monarch exists, he will obey every day. Even if he knows all his iniquities.

The man ignored the boy and turned to leave. The mediocre monarch, perhaps cowering in the layers of curtains at this time, hugged the brocade silk tightly, and waited for rescue with frightened eyes.

"He's dead." The young man said without any waves, such a calm posture, as if talking about a trivial matter.

The man turned and rushed to the young man, drew his sword, and put it on the young man's neck. The young man was calm, even if the man sharpened the iron sword like clay and directly cut off his entire head, he would not blink.

The man admired the bravery of the young man, but the two of them stood on opposite sides at this time. Even if he appreciated this bravery, he should not hesitate to face this crime of killing the king, not to mention that the sword was just on his neck, and he had no intention of moving forward at all.

The moment the man heard this sentence for some reason, he breathed a small sigh of relief. Did he really want the death of that mediocre monarch from the bottom of his heart?

"Dynasties are doomed, and instead of trying to save a dynasty that is doomed to decay, it is better to give hope new vitality." The young man said slowly as he looked at the East Palace. The implication is self-evident.

He had to admit that what the boy said was true.

The moment he met the young man's eyes, the man saw the momentum of imperativeness.

At the moment when the two confronted each other, a beam collapsed, and the tall palace pavilion was completely in ruins.

The man saw a smile in the young man's eyes, and before leaving, the man stared at the young man for a few seconds, then turned to leave, he had no time, he continued to spend it here, or he couldn't even save the prince, so the qi of the dynasty really dissipated.

After the man left, the boy touched his neck, and red blood beads slowly spat out from the wound. He looked at the blood on his fingertips and showed a dismal smile: "I hope you don't hate me too much in the future." ”