When people were in Qin, they ruled the world

Chapter 186 Prey
"Who the hell is he?" Yan Lingji, who thought she was safe, hid herself in a dark corner, panting.

"He said he was the King of Qin? But, isn't this South Korea?" Yan Lingji recalled the conversation with that person before, and felt that her brain seemed to be insufficient.

"Also, what's the reason for his last move to me? Why am I fine, I don't even feel a trace of threat?" Yan Lingji suddenly opened her skirt, and the white cloth hidden inside Unknowingly when, strange lines appeared on his skin.

"Dragon tattoo?" Yan Lingji was born in Baiyue, and she was no stranger to all kinds of tattoos. With just a cursory look, she had already judged the general direction of the lines that appeared on her body.

"It's just, when did this kind of martial arts appear? What's the use of this kind of martial arts? It can't be stamped, right?" Yan Lingji said to herself, the doubts on her face gradually solidified, and she confirmed that she was wearing a coat of arms. It's anger.

"King Qin? Heh." Yan Lingji sneered, completely hiding herself in the darkness.

Ying Zheng, who hadn't left the house, waited for someone to come, the current Gongmen Wei Bai Xueyi.

"Is that woman just now the one the king is looking for?" Bai Xueyi, who was standing in the courtyard, looked up at Ying Zheng who was on the roof, and asked charmingly.

"You should be able to tell that she is the same person as you," Ying Zheng said.

"It's the same person, she is really lucky to be chosen by the king," Bai Xueyi said.

"Actually, Xueyi is also fine, it's just that you don't want to. If you want to, what you have in the palace will no longer be a gate." Ying Zheng pointed to the place beside him.

Bai Xueyi saw the direction Ying Zheng was pointing at, hesitated a little, then jumped to Ying Zheng's side, her dexterous body didn't make a sound on the roof.

"Your Majesty was joking, how old am I?" Bai Xueyi said pretending to be calm.

"According to what you said, people like you will only age when the power of your blood vessels fails in old age. I don't know how many years you are now from the time you said?" Ying Zheng asked.

When communicating with Bai Xueyi, the former Xueyihou, Yingzheng already knew the special features of bloodline ability users. They do not have the division of life stages such as youth, youth, adulthood, middle age, and twilight years in the world. In them, there is only the distinction between childhood, adulthood, and twilight years.

In his life, he had a long period of adulthood and extreme twilight years, but he was very similar to another creature in Yingzheng's memory.

"Probably another twenty years." Bai Xueyi said.

"Isn't that thirty years for a normal person?" Ying Zheng said.

"Your Majesty, this is not the same thing. How can it be compared? You know, my son is already thirty or forty years old." Bai Xueyi subconsciously stroked a strand of long hair that fell on the tip of her nose by the night wind .

"Is he really your son, not a clansman?" Ying Zheng asked.

"Why does Your Majesty ask such a question? You know, I have been a mother for more than [-] years, can I still have a fake?" Bai Xueyi said calmly.

"One day, you will tell Gu the real reason." Ying Zheng said.

The night passed slowly between the two of them.

But the night brought more than just tranquility. In the palace where Han An was imprisoned, Han An, who had grown richer since ascending to the throne, had obviously lost weight at this time, and he still had a bit of a youthful appearance. Outline.

At this time, the former King of Han looked at the blank bamboo slips in front of the desk, but his face was struggling.

Not long ago, he got an order to write to recall his only son Han Fei who was away.

If it was at other times, Han An would naturally not have any struggles, but at this moment, Han Fei has an extraordinary meaning to him and to South Korea.

Because Han Fei is the only member of the South Korean royal family who has not fallen into Qin's hands at this time, compared to them whose future is uncertain, Han Fei can even be said to be the only hope left by South Korea.

Any chance of South Korea's recovery must be due to Han Fei.

Under such circumstances, how could Han An be willing to write this letter.

For the sake of South Korea, he is unwilling to do this.

However, South Korea has become the past for him. As for the future of South Korea, he can't see it. What he can see is the current self. He takes it upon himself.

For a moment, reason told Han An that he could not do what King Qin wanted, but his own body was controlling him, and he couldn't help but put his hand on the brush beside him.

"Son, I'm sorry, you are South Korea's hope, but I am also South Korea's hope." Han An picked up the pen, which was obviously light but extremely heavy in his hand.

"Han An, what exactly do you want to do?" Just as Han An was writing the first column of small characters on the bamboo slips, an angry voice rang in his ears.

"Mother, you..." Han An raised his head to look at the old woman who was speaking, his eyes were full of shame.

"Do you know what it means for you to write this letter?" the old woman asked.

"No, no." Han An said again and again.

"No, what's not, don't you already understand?" the old woman said kindly.

"Mother, I'm being forced to do nothing." Han An said.

"Being helpless? Right now, you are being forced to be helpless. What about in the future? You will have more helplessness in the future. Why, in order to survive, do you still want to do this?" the old woman asked kindly.

"Mother, I have..." Han An wanted to explain, but he didn't know what to say for a while. He knew that he couldn't explain it, because the real reason was that he was afraid of death.

"South Korea is dead, and the country left by our ancestors is in your hands. You can't blame you. Qin is too strong. You don't feel sorry for your ancestors, but if you write this letter, it's because of yourself. , completely ruined the future of South Korea, are you worthy of the descendants of South Korea?" The old woman gasped as she spoke, obviously, she had almost exhausted her few strengths by saying these words.

"Mother, King Qin asked me to recall Fei, not to kill him, but to use him." Facing his mother's questioning, Han An could only choose to deceive himself in the end.

"Do you believe this?" The old woman said disappointedly. From Han An's tone, she already knew that she couldn't change anything.

"I believe." When Han An said this, he no longer had the guilt he had before. Obviously, in his heart, he had been convinced by himself.

"I'll see how you face your ancestors after you die. I'll see if after you die, there will be future generations who will weed and add soil to your grave." The old woman turned and left.

South Korea has lost completely, not only the country, but also the remaining face.

(End of this chapter)