"It was 'tolerant' Morpheus who created the illusion, and it was probably 'diligent' Jusapé who created these monsters, but the one who killed people, the most vicious, was the one who was right."

Han Dongwen's voice did not tremble with anger.

It was a kind of calmness full of hatred, but rather a calm analysis of hatred.

Tilda replied, "Patience, patience, Nancy, the head of the Knights." ”

Han Dongwen nodded: "She will die." ”

At the same time, a trace of bitterness passed through his heart.

Several knight captains in West Asia, as positive characters, are not very popular in that timeline.

Because there are not many shots from his own camp, except for Aodu, who is the only one to enter the book, Han Dongwen, who was in the West Asian game at the beginning, has not been able to figure out the position of each of them.

It's actually this Nancy.

Blonde, petite, beautiful.

At the beginning, it was once used as a meal replacement for Tilda, and Nancy, who was responsible for the appearance of the Knights of the Western Asian Church.

Endure......

Han Dongwen felt a little ridiculous.

"For it is I, the people of Simeng, who have come to endure."

Little Red Bean stood beside the two of them and kept silent.

It wasn't an occasion for her to interject, but if she could really speak at this moment, she would just not say a word.

Beep Pavilion

How will Your Highness feel in your heart now?

She realized that she had no way to imagine it.

What if this is not the Five Cities of Wangying, but his hometown of Bianzhou?

And if he who lies in the middle of that low house, is himself?

For the first time, she felt that someone could be so hateful.

No one speaks anymore.

The wind continued to howl.

After I don't know how long, the door of the low house creaked open.

The corner of Han Dongwen's eyes moved, and he already recognized the person who came out of the door.

It was the old man who was the first to stand up, just to be worthy of his old friend.

Two officers and soldiers came out of the door together, one on the left and the other on the right, supporting the old man, their expressions as solemn as frost.

Han Dongwen's heart was half cold.

"Your Highness, this first person failed to test the medicine, and under the power of the medicine, I am afraid that the condition will deteriorate quickly."

After Gongsun Changzheng stepped forward to hear the news, he turned around and walked in front of Han Dongwen and bowed his head to report:

"It should ...... Dispose of it as soon as possible. ”

The old man was supported by the guards.

It's not so much a support as an escort.

Han Dongwen took a deep breath and strode forward.

"Ahem, ahem—"

The old man's expression barely showed the pain in his body.

It's more of a demeanor that can't be put down.

Seeing Han Dongwen, who was escorted to him by Jiang Ningyun and Li Zai, he raised his head slightly and was stunned, then bent his knees on the ground with difficulty.

"Grass people Zhang Zhongliang, cough cough - meet Your Majesty."

The wind tugged at his gray hair like a broken candle.

As he spoke, his ribcage was close to the bellows whirring.

This is the emperor?

This is the son of Jingzong, now the king of Simeng?

Is it that he took back Wangying City from the hands of West Asia?

The city of Eagles returned, but he was about to fall in the darkness before dawn.

"Zhang Zhongliang, good name."

Han Dongwen took a deep breath and put the cold air into his lungs.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, there are still people inside, Concubine Chi can do it......"

The old man murmured.

Under the pain, the old man's mind was almost not very clear.

"To protect the people, I will send you away before you become ill."

Han Dongwen felt that his legs were as heavy as lead.

"Send me away? Send me ......"

The old man's eyes were a little confused, but in the painful cough, he showed a calm expression.

"Ah...... Good, good, can't hurt people, can't hurt people......"

Li Zai, who was behind Han Dongwen, stepped forward and held his hand on the hilt of the Poria Thorn.

The old man looked at him in confusion, and when he saw Han Dongwen again, he suddenly showed a hint of joy.

"Grass people Zhang Zhongliang, meet Your Majesty!"

He said it again.

He's really not sober anymore.

"Good name."

Han Dongwen also repeated.

"It should be called Your Highness, Your Highness has not yet ascended the throne, so you can't ......"

The officers and soldiers next to him spoke, and Han Dongwen raised his hand lightly and cut off this half of the sentence.

Zhang Zhongliang, who was kneeling on the ground, listened, his expression was a little confused, and he looked up at Han Dongwen:

"No, no, not on the throne...... Is that the hell, is it the emperor or not? ”

The north wind is howling.

Han Dongwen took a step forward, ignoring the momentum of the officers and soldiers trying to stop him, and grabbed Zhang Zhongliang's arm to make him stand up.

Only the prisoners died on their knees.

"Isn't it the emperor, isn't it the emperor......"

Zhang Zhongliang's eyes were obviously out of focus, and he muttered and repeated.

Han Dongwen gritted his teeth, and stretched out his right hand to Li Zai:

"Bring the sword!"

The reflection of the torch jumped in Han Dongwen's child's hole, and those eyes were completely different from Zhang Zhongliang's.

All the time, always looking at the old man in front of him, is worth a thousand words.

"Your Highness, it's still ......"

"Take it! Sword! Come! ”

His voice echoed through the empty night.

It was like a thunderbolt.

Empty, not scattered.

The sword was held in Han Dongwen's hand.

Cold.

It's obviously a cloth-wrapped hilt, why is it so cold?

If you just sit on the high hall, will you ever feel the temperature of sacrifice?

This is the sin of the country, and you must bear it with your own hands.

"Emperor, Holy Lord, ......"

Zhang Zhongliang muttered in his mouth, as if he remembered something, and grinned:

"Old Li Tou, we can go to Siyang! Go and see the immortal ceremony on duty, and go to see the emperor! ”

His skin began to darken, and his voice was staccato and incomplete.

The out-of-focus child's holes suddenly lit up again, with the excitement of a baby:

"Grass People...... Zhang Zhongliang...... Meet...... His Majesty...... Next ......"

"You're not a grass man, you're a hero."

Han Dongwen raised his sword.

"The widow will send you away."

"Yes...... Emperor...... Thank...... His Majesty...... Next ......"

Zhang Zhongliang tried his best to stand up straight, as if at the last moment of his life, he was awake again.

Han Dongwen gritted his teeth and raised his sword.

"I'll send you away."

Snow falls on the blood-stained blade.

The sword had already pierced through Zhang Zhongliang's chest.

His body slid feebly down from in front of Han Dongwen, and was soon carried to the shelf by the officers and soldiers.

"Thick burial."

Han Dongwen said softly: "Leave the sword, and then take the sword." ”

Zhang Zhongliang was taken away, and a new sword was presented to Han Dongwen.

……

……

So it was overnight.

The time to test the drug can only be one night.

It's dawn, it's time to stop.

Han Dongwen was still standing quietly in the winter night, and the white feathers on his body had been dyed dark red.

No one moved, everyone stood like this all night.

Thirteen people have already failed.

The sword has been replaced thirteen.

It all passed through Han Dongwen's hands.

No one spoke anymore, only hoping that the damn sun in the east would come out later, and later.

This long night, a moment of tossing and turning.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open.

Han Dongwen immediately raised his head and looked ahead.

Suddenly, his hand let go, and the fourteenth sword fell to the ground.

"It's done! It's done! ”

It was Chi Hanqing's already somewhat hoarse voice.

Didn't she spend this night in tears?

In the low room, the fourteenth patient was lying down with a fever.

Chi Hanqing, who was already a little numb, wiped away his tears in disbelief, and hurriedly used a spell to check the pulse.

It's done.

Got it.

It's true!

She scrambled to her feet, pushed open the door of the low house, and shouted the news of success.

The first thing I saw was Han Dongwen, who was covered in blood and covered with snow on his shoulders.

So she ran over, having no regard for decency.

Concubine Chi with tears on her face, and Han Dongwen with blood-stained royal clothes.

Perhaps the scene that should have appeared on the night of the rebellion and murder of the monarch is worth a thousand words now.

It was finally not the tears of resentment and the blood of the faint king.

The light pierced the twilight of the night, and the golden thread of the sun outlined the top of Bailan Mountain.

It's dawn.