Chapter 70: Love and Blood

Compared with Su Yue, who is as sharp as a sword and has the will to sweep everything, Ye Xiao is undoubtedly more shocking. He is more like an unscrupulous demon king, revealing an evil nature all over his body.

The bow spirit was swallowed up by Ye Xiao, and the five hundred long bows buzzed, and then it broke off by itself and became scrap iron.

Five hundred iron guards looked at the broken bow in his hand and didn't know what to do.

Su Tiegong's face twitched violently, and his hands hidden in the sleeves of the robe were clenched heavily, but in the end, he slowly loosened and hung down feebly.

But Zhao Wuji looked at it unbelievably for a long time, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground.

"Impossible, impossible! How can my treasure be destroyed by killing practitioners!"

He is like a poor man who suffered a sea disaster. He lost his last straw and was unwilling, but he was full of despair and panic.

"It turned out to be a group of mortals. It's really boring. Let's go to sleep."

Ye Xiao glanced at everyone faintly. No matter who was touched by his eyes, it was like a needle. When he withdrew his eyes, he showed disdain and yawned into the divine court.

Su Yue nodded slightly. He saw clearly that after swallowing the bow spirit, Ye Xiao's yuan spirit became a little stronger, and the illusory figure was also much clearer. Presumably, at this moment, he also saw that there was no power that could threaten Su Yue here, so he went back to refine the Gong Ling.

"Zhao Wuji, what else do you have?"

Su Yue turned his hands behind his back, glanced at Zhao Wuji coldly and said.

"Kill him, kill him!"

What else does Zhao Wuji have? At this moment, I can only shout loudly, hoping that the loyal and brave man can save him from danger.

Five hundred iron guards took a step forward, and his eyes were full of violent murderous intent. He saw the five hundred snow-bright knife light bursting out, and the murderous intent of five hundred people rushed to Su Yue.

Although it is 500 days after tomorrow, it is more useful than the innate. Innately, they cherish their lives and will not fight to the end. These 500 people have received the favor of the country and are loyal to the royal family. They have long been afraid of life and death. At this moment, they have no fear and have a tragic desire to fight with Su Yue.

However, Su Yue just sneered. Courage is commendable, but what's the use of courage? Under absolute power, everything is false.

He waved his sword, and the sword was like a waterfall. It exploded in the crowd, and his flesh and blood flew.

Five hundred and the day after tomorrow, in Su Yue's eyes, it is no different from 500 ordinary people. It's just a number. Five hundred is not much, and it can be slaughtered at tea time.

After a cup of tea, the corpses were everywhere, and the blood stained the imperial city.

Five hundred iron guards defended the majesty of the royal family with his life. However, Zhao Wuji became more and more panicked and fearful in Su Yue's one-sided slaughter. At this moment, his face was as pale as paper. After Su Yue killed all five hundred people, the murderous spirit was the strongest. He suddenly looked at Zhao Wuji, but it was the last line of defense at the bottom of his heart. He was afraid, so he kowtowed and said repeatedly.

"Please forgive the immortality. I was deceived by Su Tiegong's clever words, and then I did something wrong with the immortal. Please don't kill me."

Su Yue felt a little ridiculous and asked.

"What are these 500 people?"

Zhao Wuji did not hesitate to say, as if these 500 people were just ordinary vegetation.

"If you dare to go to the immortals, you will die!"

This sentence was unexpected by Su Yue. When he heard it, he only felt ridiculous. Five hundred loyal and brave people vowed to protect him to the death. The blood had not yet dissipated in this imperial city, but the king they wanted to protect had lost his dignity and gave up resistance. How sad and ironic is this? His heart was so cold that he put one hand on the hilt of his sword and said.

"The most ruthless imperial family, and Su is the most disgusted with ruthless people. Zhao Wuji, prepare to have a good baby!"

After saying that, Su Yue wanted to kill him with a sword.

However, there was a sudden sound of sadness.

"No!"

The sword stopped, and Su Yue frowned and asked.

"Why?"

Zhao Yingxue's eyes moved from Zhao Wuji, who was full of despair, and finally put it on Su Yue, which was full of complexity. There was admiration, appreciation, struggle, and sadness, so I could hear her say.

"Although your majesty is deliberately trying to kill you, I still hope you can spare him, because my father died when I was very young. I was raised by your majesty. Although I am a king and minister, I am like a father and daughter... For you, I can spare my life to protect Xie Qian and others. For your majesty, I can also spare my life. Su Yue, please forgive him for my face, okay?"

Her eyes were full of pleading and expectation, which made Su Yue's heart much softer. She almost killed herself with a sword for him. Such a sacrifice was not small. Su Yue didn't say anything, but she was grateful and moved in her heart. Su Yue didn't know how to refuse her request.

Thinking of the once heroic Princess Qinghe, and looking at the soft-hearted and weak woman in front of him, Su Yue sighed and said.

"Well, Su's life depends on your face and stay for the time being, but his throne must be done by another person, which is not negotiable."

Although Zhao Wuji's martial arts skills are not weak, it is insignificant in Su Yue's eyes. It is the power represented by the throne. This position of domination of the world must not be done by an enemy. Rao Zhao Wuji can, but his throne must not be retained. This is the bottom line of Su Yue.

"Your Majesty, although the so-called emperor is superior, he also often lives in the palace. The green mountains and rivers are much more comfortable than the imperial city. I hope your majesty can give up the throne and be a rich man who aspires to the mountains and rivers." Hearing this, Zhao Yingxue felt a little at ease, but her eyes were still a little sad and gave up the throne. For a supreme, it was even more painful than losing her life. She didn't know if Zhao Wuji would agree, so she could only say sadly, "Your Majesty, Ying Xue begged you, let go."

Su Yue was speechless, waiting for Zhao Wuji's choice.

Zhao Wuji's eyes are full of struggle. Admittedly, life is very important, but this throne is what countless people desperately want. He has been the emperor for decades and suddenly wants to give up. How can he do this? However, at present, he has reached the point of exhaustion. He knows that if he has any objection, Su Yue will kill him without mercy, and the throne will be changed.

If you refuse, lose your life and lose the throne.

If you don't refuse, you can live, but you will lose the throne.

When the two different choices are compared together, it is obvious that the second choice is more acceptable. Zhao Wuji sat on the ground dejectedly, his ambition plummeted, and he said with a wry smile.

"What other choice can I have until now?"

Zhao Yingxue looked happy and asked.

"Your Majesty, did you agree?"

Zhao Wuji shook his head and said.

"I can leave the throne, but the heir to the throne must be designated by me. I can't do this, but I must leave it to the Zhao family to do it, otherwise I would rather die!"

The inheritance of the throne does not look at talent, does not look at martial arts, but only looks at the blood. The accession of the direct son to the throne is orthodox, which is an ancient rite that has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is also the root of the royal family's birth to be superior. Of course, Zhao Wuji is afraid of death, but he is even more afraid of losing the inheritance of the royal family and burying the magnificent mountains and rivers that the ancestors of the Zhao family have conquered!

Unfortunately, Su Yue will not agree to this request. Zhao Wuji's son will succeed to the throne. It is hard to guarantee that he will not hate Su Yue. He will not let a trace of threat appear. At present, he will refuse, but Zhao Wuji said first.

"Don't worry, the successor will not be the prince, but the person in front of you."

The person in front of you?

Su Yue was puzzled, but his eyes were shocked.

His eyes were on Zhao Yingxue.

Zhao Yingxue's face is as earthy, na na na said.

"Your Majesty, I'm just a girl. How can I..."

Zhao Wuji sighed.

"To this point, I won't hide it from you. If this throne is orthodox, it can't be your turn, but Su Yue won't let the prince succeed to the throne, and I can't let this country be handed over to outsiders. After thinking about it, only you are suitable."

"Although you are a woman, your surname is Zhao, and you are also half a royal, and if you are the emperor, Su Yue will not have any problem... Ying Xue, I have only understood one thing until now. When power can really be above everything, what moral etiquette and legal constraints are as illusory as that floating cloud, in absolute Under the power, even I am just so small. Don't refuse. I know that you don't want to be an emperor. You love Su Yue and definitely want to follow him, but you can't live without a master!"

Zhao Wuji sat up and bowed deeply.

"Ying Xue, I, Zhao Wuji, beg you, for my Zhao family, for the royal family, please succeed to the throne!"

After saying that, he bent down deeply, and his head even touched the blue stone.

Zhao Yingxue looked full of struggle. She looked at Su Yue with expectations in her eyes.

"Su Yue, what do you think I should do?"

Such eager eyes made Su Yue's mood disordered. His eyes dodged slightly, but he said.

"I don't know. I respect your choice."

Zhao Yingxue's eyes were slightly gloomy, but suddenly a trace of unwillingness gushed out and said anxiously.

"Su Yue, don't you really know what I mean?"

"Do you know that on the ten days of your coma, I have determined that I have only taken care of you as a man in my life, and I will only take care of you alone, and I am willing to continue to take care of you for the rest of my life. Don't you understand?"

"You know, as long as you say a word, even if it's up to the knife mountain and down the oil pot, I'm willing to go with you. I don't care about the emperor's throne or the beauty of the country."

"Do you know that I... love you!"

Such words made Su Yue's heart tremble, and there was an inexplicable embarrassment, which made him at a loss. His eyes were full of struggles, and his mind was messy... Zhao Yingxue was peerless, and the national color glass naturally could not say more, and she was not weak, even more than an ordinary man. There is also perseverance. This is a strange woman full of charm. What men in the world dream of is to marry such a woman. However, Su Yue does not have such an idea. He is grateful, moved, and even has a faint love for Zhao Yingxue, but in these feelings, there is only love.

A white fox suddenly flashed in his mind, smiling softly. Suddenly, the white fox turned into a lazy girl, gently touching his delicate fingers, and a smile moved him so much. This inexplicable picture made Su Yue's heart more messy, but this mess did not affect his current choice. He saw his apologetic face and said.

"I'm sorry..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhao Yingxue's eyes dimmed. She dropped a few tears, but stood up. Her eyebrows were heroic. It seemed that she had returned to the vigorous and heroic Princess Qinghe when she first saw Su Yue. She smiled, but her tears were more urgent.

"Nedless to say, I know your choice. In this case... I'll take over the throne!"