The pavilion of the water pavilion is silent.

Xu Yuan was about to help the other party up, but suddenly found that the body of the "Confucian student" in front of him was trembling inaudibly.

After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan's eyes narrowed, looked at Yuan Hao who bowed, and dispelled the idea of helping him.

He's supposed to be laughing,

is trying to manage his expressions, so that his perversion will not scare him Xu Yuan.

Sure enough, a madman is always a madman.

No matter how gentle and elegant the surface is, it can't be hidden when it touches the excitement.

Xu Yuanwei turned around and looked at the koi fish that were constantly wandering in the pool, and said casually:

"Don't be too happy, the knife is on the neck, and few people will continue to die and break the net."

"Yuan naturally knows this."

Yuan Hao finally sorted out his expression, got up again, and stared at Xu Yuan's back: "But there is always a hope." ”

Xu Yuan glanced at him sideways, with a strange look in his eyes:

"Killing people can really make people excited?"

Yuan Hao's eyes drooped slightly, and his handsome face smiled clearly:

"Don't the third prince think that the picture when the flesh and blood are splashed is beautiful?

"Those warm blood, those desperate looks, the third son, think about that wonderful feeling, isn't it exciting."

"Stop."

Xu Yuan cut off Yuan Hao and retracted his gaze.

He understood.

There is no reason, this Yuan Hao is a complete madman.

It's exactly the same as in Cangyuan, except that the other party in Cangyuan is just a 2.5D pixel villain, and now he's a real madman.

He is obsessed with killing, just as artists are obsessed with rhythmic paintings.

He wasn't interested in exchanging that right now.

Yuan Hao immediately stopped talking when he heard this, but his eyes were a little lonely.

Xu Yuan turned around, looked at the other party, and said word by word:

"Don't do small things because of your own hobbies."

Yuan Hao's eyes converged, and he spread his hands:

"Don't worry, the third son."

Xu Yuan raised his eyebrows:

"So, you follow your father because he can give you what you want?"

“.”

Yuan Hao raised his eyes when he heard this, and the figure subconsciously appeared in his mind.

Damp and dark cells,

Condescending calm gaze,

A sword that was thrown in front of him,

And that sentence,

"Be my knife and I'll give you what you want."

“.”

Stunned for a moment, Yuan Hao smiled and replied ambiguously:

"The killing of prisoners affected the overall situation of counterinsurgency, and I should be beheaded according to the law, but Lord Xiangguo saved me."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Xu Yuan muttered, but then looked at Yuan Hao's eyes with a trace of inaudible pity.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he made meritorious contributions on the battlefield, and in the future, he was properly made a marquis and worshiped the prime minister.

But now, no matter how great his credit is in the future, it is impossible for Xu Yinhe to let him live to the day when he will be rewarded for his merits.

Even if all goes well,

Yuan Hao will die on the eve of victory.

The person who did it may be an enemy, or it may be his own people.

The moment he saw Xu Yuan's eyes, Yuan Hao grinned directly:

"Third son, don't look at me like this, murderers will always kill them, how can a person like me die a good death?"

“.”

Xu Yuan was silent for a while, and his eyes were very serious:

"You can see it thoroughly."

"It's character." Yuan Hao.

Xu Yuan chuckled:

"Okay, if you can, give me a copy of the specific information of the Vientiane Sect."

With that, he walked straight out of the pavilion.

"It's nature."

Yuan Hao agreed, paused, and suddenly stopped Xu Yuan:

"Third son, please wait a moment."

Xu Yuan paused and looked back.

Yuan Hao took out a box from the Sumeru ring where military supplies were stored and threw it over.

Xu Yuan raised his hand to catch it.

Half a foot long, metallic, it looks like a high-end product.

He asked softly:

"What is this?"

Yuan Hao shrugged:

"What the Black Scale Guard asked me to bring to you seems to be a newly made human skin mask from the Gewu Academy, so let you and Fourth Miss take this to negotiate."

“.”

Xu Yuan was silent for a moment: "With this? Is this what the father meant? ”

Yuan Hao thought for a moment, then nodded:

"It should be, after all, the Black Scaly Guard is not qualified to care about this kind of thing."

Standing in place and thinking for a long time, Xu Yuan nodded slightly:

"Okay, I got it."

Yuan Hao arched his hand from afar:

"Third son, don't send it if you go slowly."

Xu Yuan waved his hand, put the box into the Sumeru ring, and walked out of the courtyard without looking back.

“.”

Seeing the courtyard door closed, Yuan Hao stared at the side with a faint look at it for a few breaths, returned to the chair in silence and sat down, picked up the wine jug and prepared to pour the wine full, but found that it was empty, laughed, and then glanced at the direction of the imperial capital

The firelight flickered, and the dungeon was dark and silent.

"Give me what I want?"

The pipa bone was penetrated by the shackles that bound the cultivators, and Yuan Hao, who was sitting on the ground, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him whose face was hidden in the shadows, and smiled lowly:

"Prime Minister, do you know what I want?"

"Killing, mass killing." Answered, his voice was low and unwavering.

Yuan Hao stared at the other party's bland gaze:

"Since you know, you dare to use a madman like me?"

"You haven't killed civilians." Xu Yinhe.

"Haha."

Yuan Hao laughed twice, and laughed sarcastically:

"Xu Yinhe, I don't kill civilians because of the large-scale killing of civilians, there is no one above me, I can't hide it, but it's not because of any compassion."

"I know." Xu Yinhe didn't care about the other party's smile: "At least know how to be afraid." ”

Yuan Hao's eyes froze, and his fists clenched slightly:

"Scared? Do you think I'm afraid of death? Prime Minister, I'm worried that I won't be able to kill more people in the future. ”

"It's all the same."

“.”

Be quiet.

Yuan Hao took a deep breath and asked:

"Then why should I believe you?"

Xu Yinhe's eyes are ancient and waveless:

"To make a knife, you naturally want to kill."

"Kill whom?" Yuan Hao's voice was a little hoarse: "It's not interesting to kill only one or two people." ”

Xu Yinhe looked at the other party quietly and spit out two words:

"Zongmen."

"What?"

Yuan Hao was stunned for a moment, and a trace of astonishment unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

Xu Yinhe didn't repeat what he said just now, but just stared at him quietly with that deep gaze.

For a moment, the dark dungeon was only flickering with firelight.

Looking at each other for a long time,

Yuan Hao's heartbeat accelerated little by little, he looked at the man opposite, and finally grinned:

"Xu Yinhe, you are a madman, a madman who is crazier than me, there are no more than 10,000 people killed under my hands, and you have to kill more than 10 million!"

Xu Yinhe ignored the other party's words, just looked at the other party's young face, and asked:

"So, your answer?"

“.”

“.”

convergence thoughts,

Retracting his gaze in the direction of the imperial capital, Yuan Hao took out a long knife from the Sumeru ring by himself, stroked the blade lightly, and whispered softly:

"I hope this knife can last a little longer, and don't break too soon."

There is one more shift, which may be twenty minutes later

(End of chapter)