Chapter 5 Awakening

"Who are you?" Wan Yijun straightened up and controlled his emotions. He looked straight at the strange man in scarlet robe with sharp eyes like an eagle. But I still feel a little panicked. This is the forbidden place of Mengyang's palace. How can this man sneak into the palace silently? He squinted at the sword hanging on the purple dragon pattern pillar and moved there quietly.

The man didn't say anything, but looked at Wan Yijun with a smile. His long scarlet hair lingered in the fog in the hall, and his dark red pupils glittered in the night. What's more surprising was that the man's feet stood in the air and suspended half a foot above the ground. He took a few steps forward, and the scarlet robe floated behind him like a flame against the wind. His white face appeared a bright silver halo under the moonlight. The man looked down at Wan Yanjun as if he were looking down on the gods of all sentient beings.

"Your Highness, please forgive me for coming uninvited. It's just that I urgently want to dedicate everything I have to the Third Prince and the Great Mengyang Empire, so I have traveled a long way here to see the Third Prince. The man bowed his head and bowed deeply and said gently.

Now Wan Yujun looked down at him, but he couldn't see the expression on the man's lowered head. But that respectful posture is easy to make people feel relieved - who doesn't like the feeling of being respected? But Wan Yanjun is by no means such a reckless person. His body under the embroidered golden sleeve robe is tight, like a bow with a tight string. His hand hidden in his sleeve rubs his fingers into a knife, ready to launch a thunderbolt at any time. He also smiled, not like the man's evil smile, but the innate graceful smile of the royal family. He said softly in a low voice, "Are you going to give everything you have to me? But do you have everything?"

The man stood up, slowly fell to the ground, looked at Wan Yijun, and said, "I don't have a name. Your Highness can call me Shura." His chest exudes hot air, and he is dressed in a scarlet robe, as if it were burning. I said that I would dedicate everything to you, and I will naturally prove my strength to you. But what we are talking about is the survival of the empire. Should we let the unimportant people leave first?

Wan Yijun looked directly at the congested dark red pupils, as if he wanted to see the heart of the man who claimed to be 'Sura'. It's just that Shura's narrow eyes smiled so seriously, and his smile like a mask was impossible to see through. He turned his head and said to the two palace people, "You go out first!"

The palace man bowed obediently and slowly retreated.

"Sura is the evil god in charge of killing in myths and legends. If you dare to call yourself that, courage is commendable. However, aren't you afraid of being killed by people by taking this name that the world avoids? Wan Yijun calmly walked to the pillar with the sword, calmly removed the sword, and put it around his waist. His left hand was naturally put on the handle of the sword with exquisite white jade, and looked at Shura majestically.

"The evil god is also a god, not to mention the one who is in charge of killing? Ordinary people are stupid and will only bow to their insurmountable strength. Just like I saluted the third prince just now, how can there be a desire to kill? In this case, what do those who are not as good as us say and think? What does it have to do with us? Just like no matter how much sheep wailed, it will not change the fate of being bitten to death by a lion. Why should we pay attention to it? Shura's thin lips were clear, and the twisted smile was a little enchanting on his unusually handsome face. He glanced at Wan Yujun's hand on the sword with a smile and said calmly.

"Oh? Interesting." Wan Yijun also smiled, "Don't you have the intention to kill?"

"ceng————", a cold light flashed, shooting out a bright light in the moonlight. For a moment, Wan Yanjun came out of his sword without warning. The sword was like a mountain, cutting diagonally down from the left side of Shura's neck, and the crisp sound of the broken collarbone was particularly clear in the empty and quiet hall. After being blocked by the Shura collarbone, the sword was stunned, but the sword front was still cut to the heart under the strength of Wan Yijun. The hot blood splashed several feet high. At this time, Wan Yanjun looked cold, and he did not trust this Shura of unknown origin. However, the only thing that surprised him was that since this Shura could sneak into the palace silently, avoiding his sword should be a leisurely walk, but he didn't expect to be killed.

He was completely stunned when he saw Shura's expression again. There is no pain on Shura's face, but still a warm smile. He stepped back a few steps, pulled out the sword, shook the sword body to shake the blood stains, and stared at Shura with a solemn look.

"Ha ha, the third prince's swordsmanship is first-class, and even I didn't react." Shura said indifferently. At this time, his left arm was almost completely removed, and only his left chest had some skin and flesh to connect it with his body. He could even see the beating heart from the wound. Every beat of the heart, a little blood gushed out of the wound artery, which looked sad and horrible.

"I said that I would prove my strength to the third prince. In this case, please watch it!" He shook his body slightly, and his hanging left arm trembled. He raised his head, and his back was like a bow. The moonlight illuminated his delicate face. Then, a layer of red spell emerged from his chest, and his whole body lingered with a layer of red halo. The spell began to spread from the chest until it crawled all over the body. The huge gap in the left chest is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye under this halo, and you can clearly see the bones, veins and muscles slowly squirming and growing. In less than ten breaths, the huge trauma healed as before, and the red halo gradually faded. Shura waved his left arm, smiled with satisfaction, and said, "In the power I have mastered, this is only a small skill of carving insects."

Mr. Wan forced himself to keep calm, and he had guessed the identity of the man. Shura's left arm was intact as before. If the sleeve of his left arm had not been cut off, and the red blood on the ground still smelled fishy and sweet, Wan Yijun even doubted whether he had killed him. This demon-like man must be the most mysterious magician in the legend. However, spellers are rare, and there are not enough magicians to survive in the world. But every magician has earth-shaking power. They can fly into the earth, turn their hands into clouds, turn their hands into rain, and even make heaven and earth collapse and fall into the earth. This group of people hold the peak power beyond nature and cannot be measured by secular laws. Did you really meet a magician?

"Third prince, I didn't want to avoid your attack just now. I just want to express my sincerity. I know that you still don't trust me. The way to make others believe in yourself is to give your life to the other party and let them dispose of it. I'm a magician, but I'm not the most perfect. I still have a weakness - the heart. If my heart is destroyed, I will die. Your sword just now has cut my heart. With a little more inch, I will definitely die. If I am really killed by the third prince, I will not regret it. After all, I have experienced hundreds of spring and autumn changes. I am used to the cycle of life and death. I just want to experience the magnificence of mortals and fighting in war. It's also a wish to be able to give orders under a steel forged sword!" Shura's expression was extremely frank at this time, as if talking to an old friend he had not seen for many years, and his sincere feelings naturally appeared. The evil aura also disappeared, replaced by solemn and elegant nobleness.

Wan Jun's cold face melted slightly, and he withdrew his sword to the scabbard. The tense body also relaxed and said, "I didn't really want to kill you just now. I thought that since you could sneak into the palace safely, it should not be difficult to avoid my sword, but I didn't expect--"

"The third prince doesn't have to say that. On the contrary, I appreciate the decisive decision of the third prince just now. I sincerely want to assist the third prince to come to power, just like a king and a minister. If the king wants his son to die, the minister must not disobey. I was ready to die before I made up my mind to come to the world. After all, the magician is not invincible. Shura bowed.

"Why do you assist me? Why don't you assist the prince or the second prince? They have much more power than me in the ermiao city. If you bet on me, you will probably lose a lot of money." Wan Yijun leaned on the pillar, and his eyes under his sword eyebrows flashed, as if he wanted to see through Shura.

"Today, Mengyang is worried about internal diseases. The emperor is seriously ill and dies. If he wants to assist, he can only choose from the four princes. How can I live under the shelter of mediocre people? Prince Wan Yi Changlong and the second prince Wan Yi Hongyun are all mediocre. The fourth prince is young and difficult to take on a big job, but only the three princes can assist him. And as a magician, I also have some achievements in the art of measuring words and observing life. The prince and the second prince, Changlong's good luck, are just a scene of prosperity. But today is a troubled world. They can only add flowers to the prosperous times, but they can't turn the tide in troubled times. And the third prince, a single name, is a 'jun'. The momentum of the king's coming to the world has come out, not to add beauty to the prosperous times, but to set the eight wilderness in troubled times. I think that you, the third prince, are the hegemon in troubled times and the emperor worthy of my Shura's life. Shura's arrogance came back, but Wan Yijun no longer resisted his arrogance. On the contrary, he was bowing his head and meditating quietly. Shura did not disturb him, but looked at him with a smile and waited for his choice. Shura has great confidence in himself, and he believes in his judgment - Wan Yijun is not a person who is willing to be under people.

Wan Tongjun raised his head and his eyes flashed confusedly. His voice suddenly became low and hoarse, saying, "Since the death of my mother, no one has been so sure of my value. Wan Changlong and Wan Hongyun have been crowding out me and have always wanted to find an opportunity to get rid of me. Even my brother Wan Jian Zerui looks down on me. I really don't know where I have done something wrong. I have been shrinking and avoiding. I don't argue with my brothers and give them all the opportunities. I just want to ease the tense relationship between us, and I don't even find that my ambitions have been worn out. He turned his head and looked at the white jade steps carved with gluttonous beast patterns, looked at the ferocious gluttonous gluttons, symbolizing greed and ambition, laughing without warning, laughing extremely arbitraryly, and his face twisted because of loud laughter was as violent as gluttonous beast patterns, and the momentum was even more arrogant. The empty hall echoed his suppressed laughter for more than ten years, sharp and arrogant. At this moment, it seemed that a demon woke up in Wan Yanjun's body, broke through the shackles in his heart, poked out his head and greedily smelled the smell in the air. The demon slowly expanded and filled every detail of Wan Yanjun's body.

When the laughter dissipated, Shura slowly knelt down on one knee, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, have you decided?"

"Hmm." Wan Yijun nodded. At this time, his eyes were extremely bright, as if there was a fire burning. I have been depressed for so long that I almost forgot my original dream. My dream Yang depends on me to protect it. If it hadn't been for your words to wake me up, I'm afraid that I would have been so muddle-fiant and self-deprecating--wait, what did you just call me?" Wan Yijun's eyes suddenly looked like a knife, forcing Shura.

"Your Majesty." Shura stood up, looked directly at Wan Yijun, and called softly. His dark red pupils looked at Wan Jun's angry eyes. At this moment, the future Emperor Lin Xi and the future great master of the auxiliary country really stood side by side, creating a great dynasty that amazed future generations, but also opened the bloodiest page in history.

"Your Majesty, I have nothing to give you except my life. I have another sentence, I hope you can engrave it in your heart. Shura said, "It is a crime to kill one person, and it is a king to kill ten thousand people."

Wan Jun's body stiffened, and his eyebrows became more fierce. He said, "I will remember your words."