Chapter 70 Zerui's Choice

The little princess of Nanliang has calmed down, and the red color on her body is slowly fading, and her white and miserable eyes have returned to bright and touching black pupils. The little face became pink again, like a delicate porcelain doll, but the child's eyes were full of tears - the dreams that would haunt her life just now could never be shaken away. After all, he is only 12 years old, too young, and even this child's mind will change greatly!

The child always lowered his head, and his eyes were painfully empty. The frightened child actually made Shura feel distressed. He looked down at the girl, and another child appeared in front of him - the equally weak and lovely son of the night country, Ye Xingchen! He can't imagine why the creator god appeared in the world at the same time. Does he really want to change the world? The soul master who can manipulate the undead, the magician who can destroy everything, and the prophet who can foresee the future, will these three comparable gods who represent the 'past', the present and the 'future' really appear in the world at the same time? It's too appalling, but now there is a living 'soul master' in front of him! There are even three magicians, and what about the prophets?

Shura couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart! But in a blink of an eye, there was a cold smile... What's wrong with the chaos in the world? Isn't he looking forward to a lifetime of blaze?

Even if it is the ghost of the lord of Nanliang, he has to take care of this child. The soul master is very terrible to grow up, even less than a magician... And the greatest prophet is a person who should not appear at all! These three secret races have a common name - Sancai!

Shura already has a plan in his mind. This plan may take many years and many people will die, but who cares? No one knows what kind of earth-shaking things will happen when they gather together!

He took Yuexin's hand and turned to look at the autumn moon people who were still under great pressure. His sharp eyes swept over the ordinary warriors and finally fell on Lu Miaobai! He shouted and said, "Who are you? Your breath is by no means what Mengyang people can have..."

Lu Miaobai's expression became extremely shocked in an instant - this is his biggest secret! Is it so easy to be found out? He raised his head with difficulty and stared at the arrogant Shura, speechless! He knows what sin it is, which he can't bear, or even escape from the charge by 'death'!

"It turned out to be a Fanyang man... It's really interesting that a Fanyang man is a counselor in the vassal state of Mengyang... However, I won't care about it for the time being, because there are still many things in the imperial capital... And you are just a ant that have taken together. Your small fight like you will not change the situation in the mainland! However, I still advise that the forces behind you should prepare as soon as possible. In just five years or more than ten years, there will be a war across the whole continent. Whether it is Mengyang, Fanyang, Chi Nasi, or even some unsung mysterious tribes will join the war... Ha ha, don't be too ugly!" Shura's smile is easy to make people lost in that handsome face, but those long narrow eyes will always be like forcing a sharp arrow, which makes people dare not look at it.

Lu Miaobai couldn't speak. He felt that his mind was like a transparent crystal shell, and he couldn't hide any secrets. He could even feel that the mysterious man in red could see how the brain under his skull worked... He could even directly see what he thought in his heart. You can't hide anything in front of such a person!

Can the sorcerer's dementor understand him as a mortal?

He is a native of Fanyang. He was used by the Fanyang Dynasty and came to Mengyang to seek power in order to have a response in the future war between Fanyang and Mengyang... This is a secret that he can't say to death...

Shura looked at his expression and knew that he was right. Suddenly, he waved his arm and a bright fire snake burst out of his fingertips. The flame was blazing white and the temperature was high and scary. The fire snake swept around the warriors who could not move and bit them. With a scream and the smell of burning meat, only left A burnt corpse. The hall is full of the stench of burning fat...

Lu Miaobai lay on the ground, holding his breath in horror, and his heart beat wildly. He caught a glimpse of the scorched corpses, and the fear in his heart was beyond resurable. He wanted to say something and shout out loud, but his voice seemed to be pressed in his throat by fear. Obviously, it was a roar, but it made a grunt between his throat.

Shura unrestrainedly and put the fire snake into his body from his fingers. The fire snake obediently climbed up his legs around his body. Shura seemed not to feel the blazing temperature and let the fire snake coil on himself. Then the fire snake gradually disappeared into his body.

He smiled and said, "These warriors just heard that you are from Fanyang. I just kept a secret for you... forgive me!"

He took Xiao Yuexin's hand and walked through the palace full of corpses. The two walked through the corpses like that, leaving a thrilling fear.

Finally, the huge pressure on Lu Miaobai disappeared. He suddenly collapsed on the ground like his whole body was exhausted, gasping for breath, as if he had never breathed so smoothly. His forehead oozed with shiny sweat and flowed into his eyes along the corners of his eyes. It was so painful, but his face did not have the strength to reach out and wipe it.

He forcibly raised his head and looked at so many charred and indistinguishable bodies around him. The stench surged into his nose, and finally couldn't help spitting out!

Piaomiao City Palace, Wenyuan Pavilion.

Ling Fenglie sat on the armchair, playing with a sharp three-front dagger in his hand, with a solemn look on his face. Opposite him was Wan Tong Zerui, who was still childish on his face. He looked at his teacher silently, who had been taking care of him for so long. But the dagger seemed to have something more between them, something very sharp, as deadly as poison.

"Teacher, my brother won..." He tried to break the disturbing silence and said.

"Hmm!" Ling Feng nodded and said nothing more.

"If the Chi Na Siren retreats, won't we be safe?" He continued to ask.

Ling Fenglie stopped his hand playing with the dagger, and moved his eyes from the dagger to Wan Yan Zerui's face. Although his old eye bags drooped and his eyes were cloudy, Ling's eyes made people feel cold like the light from the dagger.

"Yes! Some people are safe, and others suffer... Some people laugh, some people cry, some people are worshipped, and some people have to kneel down and kowtow to salute... That's what happens in the world. Now is the time for us to suffer..." Ling Feng said vibly. His voice was stiff like a rock in the ice and snow, but the chill could not be concealed.

"Do you still think your brother will kill you?"

Ling Feng's eyes crossed the cold three-front dagger and stared straight at him, as compassionate as looking at the most helpless creature, and said, "Your brother will not only kill me, but also kill you..."

My heart seems to have been grabbed by a cold steel claw! Wan Zerui's body was stiff and unable to move.

"Wan Yanjun is a very realistic person. He will not let go of anyone who may interfere in his emperor's position. These great princes and lords are ambitious people who will cove his emperor's throne. Naturally, he will not let go! The State of Southern Liang has been destroyed, and the State of Shen is no more. The State of Ling has no military strength to deal with it. As for Qiuyue, the banker, of course, the emperor will also destroy it! The last night country, the night country with the strongest military strength, I can only say how long it can withstand the oppression of the emperor. That's all I can say!"

He stretched out a withered hand and put it on Wan Yan Zerui's shoulder and said, "And you, like him, have the same surname 'Wan Yan'. You are the last bloodline of Emperor Shinra. If he dies, you are the emperor and the orthodox heir to the throne, and no one can disobey him. However, do you think your brother will care about brotherhood? You know, you are the only heir to the throne except him. What will he choose between the whole world of Mengyang and your brother?

Wan Yi Zerui's expression faded, and he knew that he was cruel in his brother's heart. After all, he still had Wan Yi Changlong at that time, and Wan Yan Hongyun hurt his brother too much. During the period when Chi Nasi invaded, if my brother hadn't wanted to leave another bloodline for Mengyang, he would have killed him together! Now that Chi Nasi has retreated, has its own value come to an end? But my brother said at that time that he would divide him far away and keep him away from the imperial capital...

Thinking of this, he suddenly said, "My brother won't kill me. He said that I wouldn't kill me as long as I listened to him. He said that I was his brother and the only relative..." But in the end, his voice became smaller and smaller, like a mosquito, and he didn't dare to be sure what he said...

Ling Feng sighed and said, "Don't deny it anymore. We will all be killed by him. If you don't believe what you said, do you still expect to convince others?

Wan Zerui felt that his throat was very dry, and he couldn't say anything and didn't want to say anything more. He fixedly looked at the dagger in Ling Fenglie's hand and imagined the blood splashing of the dagger inserted into his brother's chest. But he immediately shook his head, as if he wanted to throw the idea out of his head - such an idea was too terrible for him! But I can't help but doubt that my brother said he would let him go. Is that true?

"In the future, don't call me brother. I'm the emperor. You are a minister. Just call me 'Your Majesty'!" How many times has this sentence appeared in his mind? His brother's decisive voice and unremarked words plunged into his heart like awl. This feeling of abandonment made him like granite sinking into the abyss, and no one cares about it.

Ling Fenglie said, "Child, this is cruel, but you have to do it. If you want to live, kill him... He is very sick and weak now. This is your only chance..." He handed the bright three-front dagger to Wan Yan Zerui, with the cold in his eyes. The air is stronger.

Ah? No, teacher, I can't do it, I can't do it--" Wan Yi Zerui retreated desperately and wanted to stay away from the dagger. But Ling Fenglie has stood up from the chair and pushed him step by step with a dagger. He could only retreat, retreat... until the wall was knocked down and there was nowhere to retreat. And Lingfeng's dagger is only an inch away from his eyebrows. You can feel the chill on the tip of the metal dagger, and there is a feeling of dizziness between his eyebrows...

I've never been so helpless...

"Do you see it? You have nowhere to retreat now. Your brother has pushed you to a dead end. There is a hard wall behind you. Is there any other place to escape? And now there is a dagger in front of you. You choose to sit and wait for death or kill your brother, or kill yourself. The choice is up to you!" Ling Fenglie said, and his voice was as sonorous as biting gold and silver: "Don't worry... Don't you want to avenge your father and brothers? That person, that person is a devil, kill him, and wait for the unjust death of Emperor Luo and the second prince of His Royal Highness... Do you know what responsibility you are going to bear? You are the son of Emperor Shinra. Your surname is 'Wan Yan'. Don't you even have the last blood? Do you have to crawl at the feet of those who want to kill your father and brother?

Ling Feng's eyes suddenly burst out and looked a little crazy. He suddenly stabbed the dagger at Wan Tong Zerui. He closed his eyes tightly and waited for the sharp three-point dagger to penetrate him, but he only heard a 'c click', and the dagger inserted into the wall around his ear and nailed it firmly.

Ling Fenglie let go of his hand, and the dagger remained in the wall. He looked at Wan Yi Zerui with cloudy eyes and said, "Son, your brother doesn't believe anyone now. No one can get close to him. Only you can get closer to him. We, including the teacher, and your own life, are all in your hands... Killing him or being killed by him depends on you, life and death..." He turned around and left, leaving only an old, weak and staggering back.

Wan Zerui finally couldn't help crying in a low voice. His face was full of tears, and he slid weakly down the wall, bent his legs, wrapped his arms around his knees, and squatted in the corner of the wall and cried. The sobs echoed in the Wenyuan Pavilion for a long time, like the most sadd elegy. He tried to bury his head between his knees, as if he didn't have to face all this anymore. But the dagger inserted in the wall still shines with a vicious and vicious light! It's still murderous!

"Ah..." There was the saddest shout in his throat, like a beast forced to go back by the cliff. The desire to live has never been as strong as it is now...

He stood up, did not care about the tears on his face, and reached out to pull out the dagger inserted in the wall. The dagger was taken in front of him, and his tear-marked face was reflected on the snowy three-front dagger...

"I don't want to die!" After a long silence, he finally said these words hoarsely!