The five-day period will soon come.

Before the heavy rain in July, Bian was very hot, and people just sat quietly, and they couldn't help but sweat.

In the past five days, Guan Guan was in the Qianhuan Palace, and a strange tacit understanding seemed to have been formed between him and Sima Ling.

Since returning from the abandoned mansion that day, she has found it hard to imagine how many secrets and pains this young man known as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has buried in his heart.

She wanted to ask, about his imperial brother, about the women before in the Qianhuan Palace.

But it was never spoken.

In tonight's operation, there are only 100 dead soldiers, but the snake clan may have tens of thousands.

If you have this time, you might as well use it to sharpen your knife.

"Guan Guan," Sima Ling suddenly spoke, "What are you thinking about now?"

She didn't stop wiping the dagger in her hand, and replied with a smile, "I wonder if I'll survive tonight." ”

"Of course you can. Sima Ling looked very determined.

"You're not a god, how do you know?"

"Otherwise, how could I have you participate?" he said, looking as if he knew something.

"Close. Before you go, is there anything you'd like to ask me?" he asked again.

The doors and windows were closed tightly, and no wind could come in, and the red ling, which was always fluttering on weekdays, was only hanging still at the moment.

"Sima Ling, you ...... And His Royal Highness the former Crown Prince, why did he think of dealing with the snake demon with this method? This method is really ......"

"Ridiculous, isn't it?"

Guan Guan nodded.

"This is not our original idea, I listened to Master. Sima Ling said.

"Is that the old immortal in the Weishan Valley?"

Sima Ling nodded:

"Master didn't point it out, but I knew since I was a child that the combat power of demons is not comparable to mortals at all. ”

"That'...... How sure are you that a hundred dead soldiers? They are indeed well trained, but how can they be a hundred?"

"Guan Guan," Sima Ling lowered his eyes, "those hundred dead soldiers are also demons." ”

Guan was shocked: "How can this be? The demon clan is ashamed of killing each other. And...... Why did you hide your demon bloodline from them?"

"It's because I know better than anyone what it is to slaughter my own kind. ”

Sima Ling turned his head to look at her, so cold that he looked like a statue.

"So you didn't find out the secret to each other...... Then your brother Wang, is he?"

"My brother, he is not. Brother Wang...... He's probably the only one who knows who I am. He should have inherited the throne, but unfortunately ......"

That was a year ago.

In front of Sima Ling's eyes, the young man in his prime appeared again.

At some point, he smelled the fragrance of flowers, opened his eyes, and Guan Guan quietly sat down beside him.

"Can I ask another question?" she asked.

"Say it. After tonight, you won't necessarily be able to ask. Sima Ling said with a smile.

"It's about...... Your father ......"

Sima Ling didn't make a sound for a long time, and then said:

"I know, with your divination skills, you should have figured it out when you first came to the palace that day. The king whom I have called has ......."

"To ......," Guan Guan said tentatively, "Your father, the emperor, has ...... He is gone. ”

"You must not have told anyone about this, did you?"

"Nope. ”

"You want to ask, why can't others see that my father's life has ended?" asked Sima Ling.

"It's up to you whether you want to say it or not. This matter is related to the future of the great call, I ...... I don't dare to ask lightly. ”

What she actually wanted to ask was that the king had passed away, and Sima Ling was his only son.

What if something goes wrong tonight......

She finally couldn't bear it anymore, and she couldn't help but ask:

"Sima Ling, tell me, are you holding the heart of death tonight?"

Sima Ling looked at her for a long time, as if he wanted to see through her thoughts.

Suddenly, laughed.

He did not reply, but took a piece of candied fruit from the table, let go of her hand, which was still holding the dagger, and tried to feed it to her mouth.

Guan Guan ducked backwards.

"What's wrong?" he said slowly, "Are you angry at me for begging for death?"

"I'm not angry with you, but...... Have you thought about the future of the Great Call?"

"The future of the Great Summoning?"

"Yes, your brothers are no longer alive, and so is your father...... And the poison you have in is not a short-term solution, or rather, you have no intention of living at all?

"You think, this ...... Is that what you should ask?"

Guan Guan's palms were cold.

Sima Ling continued: "This is not what you should ask. Those powerful ministers in the court have already asked this king thousands of times in their hearts. ”

"Then why are you taking this risk, and if you die tonight, do you think anyone in the Great Church knows what you have done?" Guan Guan couldn't help but raise his voice.

Sima Ling slowly put his hand on her shoulder, picked up the candied fruit again, and looked at her with a request.

Guan cared about a soft and let him feed it in his mouth.

"Guan Guan," Sima Ling said in a hoarse voice, "Da Zhao, there shouldn't be a future." When I did this, I was going against the sky. ”

"You...... What does this mean?"

"Do you know where the poison comes from?"

Guan Guan shook his head.

"That was a year ago, when my brother was murdered by a traitor, and I should have died with him. ”

"Who poisoned it?" Guan Guan asked eagerly.

"It doesn't matter. I have sacrificed his head to my brother. ”

"Then you are alive today because ......?"

Sima Ling sighed: "It's because of my demon body, so that I can have the honor of living for one more year." ”

I see.

It's ironic. The national fortune of the Great Summon, in the end, still relied on the demon to save it.

"Hesitate?" asked Sima Ling.

"No," Guan said, "it's just, why did you let me go with you?"

He finally smiled, and his smile was gentle and desolate: "Do you remember the first time I saw you?"

"I'm impressed. Dressed in tatters, covered in blood, half-dead, who can forget?"

"I can't forget that I smelled you that day before I had time to take a good look at you......"

"What's on me?"

"You are a high saint, but I clearly smelled it that day, and you have ...... on you"

"What's there?"

What is he selling?

Sima Ling took out another piece of candied fruit and divided it into two:

"It smelled of roast wolf meat. At that time, I thought, if I can bring this woman back to the Qianhuan Palace, I will definitely see your killing style. ”

In fact, Sima Ling has no answer to this question in his heart.

His original idea for her to join was to use a mortal to lure the Serpent King Duo Ermu into appearing.

And this mortal man must be the one he trusts the most.

What he couldn't explain was why the woman made him feel trusted.

It's definitely not love, in this life, he can't afford to love any woman.

But there was one thing, like the vague scent of ancient flowers in her—

Somewhere in his consciousness, there was always a figure as bright red as her, but it was not a saint, it was clearly fighting in the torrent......

In Guan Guan's eyes, something seemed to be flickering.

She never knew if she was the one who made the decision to kill.

But in this troubled world, everyone is like duckweed, and there is always a little more helplessness about their fate.

She didn't think about what she could do even if she was a saint.

Sima Ling is right, this is indeed an absurd era.

The prince who seems to be a scarlet prince in the palace is a chivalrous man who kills demons with a knife at night.

So...... Why can't the saint who is high up slash the demon with her hand?

The hour was almost up, and he put on a thin and well-fitting armor for her.

"This is my mother's," he said, "and you're dressed just right." ”

She will be dressed in red and worn over her armor.

The dagger at his waist has a blade like a hanging needle.

"Now Dazhao, there is no longer a decent army," he said, "we can't afford to fight, we can only slaughter." ”