bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 309 Heroes
"The one who created the illusion was 'Tolerant' Murphys, and the one who created these monsters was probably 'Diligent' Giuseppe, but the one who killed people, the most vicious, is right."

Han Dongwen's voice did not tremble with anger.

It was a kind of calmness that was full of hatred, but calmly analyzed the hatred.

Tilda replied: "Patience, Nancy, leader of the Knights of Patience."

Han Dongwen nodded: "She will die."

At the same time, there was a trace of bitterness in his heart.

Several knight leaders in West Asia, as positive figures in the timeline, are not very popular.

Because his own camp didn't take many shots, except for Aodu, who was the only one who made money, Han Dongwen, who played in West Asia, had been unable to figure out the position of each of them.

It turned out to be this Nancy.

Blonde, petite, pretty.

Nancy, who was once regarded as Tilda's meal replacement and the face value of the West Asian State Church Knights.

endure……

Han Dongwen felt a little ridiculous.

"It turned out that the people of Simeng came to endure."

Xiao Hongdou stood beside the two of them, silent.

It was not an occasion where she could interject, but if she could really speak at this moment, she would just say nothing.

How does Your Highness feel in your heart now?
Only then did she realize that she had no way to conceive.

What if this is not Wangying Five Cities, but Bianzhou, his hometown?
If the one lying in the middle of the low room is yourself?
For the first time, she felt that someone could be so hateful.

No one speaks anymore.

The wind continued to howl.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the low room opened with a creak.

The corner of Han Dongwen's eyes moved, and he recognized the person who came out of the door.

It was the old man who was the first to stand up, just to be worthy of his old friend.

Two officers and soldiers walked out of the door together, supporting the old man on one left and one on the right, their expressions were as solemn as frost.

Han Dongwen's heart turned cold.

"Your Highness, the first person who tried the medicine failed, and under the power of the medicine, I am afraid that his condition will deteriorate soon."

After Gongsun Changzheng stepped forward to hear the news, he turned around and walked up to Han Dongwen, bowed his head and reported:
"It should... be dealt with as soon as possible."

The old man was supported by guards.

It is not so much a support as an escort.

Han Dongwen took a deep breath and strode forward.

"Cough cough, cough—"

In the old man's expression, the pain in his body could hardly be seen.

More is the demeanor of not letting go.

Seeing Han Dongwen escorted to him by Jiang Ningyun and Li Zai, he looked up slightly, then knelt down on the ground with difficulty.

"Crassman Zhang Zhongliang, cough cough—greetings to His Majesty."

The wind pulled his gray beard and hair like a candle.

When he spoke, his chest was close to roaring like a bellows.

This is the emperor?
This is Jingzong's son, now the king of Simeng?
He was the one who took back the Watching Eagle City from West Asia?

Looking forward to the return of Eagle City, he was about to fall in the darkness before dawn.

"Zhang Zhongliang, good name."

Han Dongwen took a deep breath and filled the cold air into his lungs.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, there are still people inside. Concubine Chi can do it..."

The old man murmured.

Under the pain, the old man's sanity was almost not very clear.

"To protect the common people, I will send you away before you get sick."

Han Dongwen felt that his legs were as heavy as lead.

"Send me away? Send me..."

The old man was a little confused, but in the painful cough, he showed a calm expression.

"Ah... okay, okay, don't hurt people, don't hurt people..."

Li Zai, who was behind Han Dongwen, took a step forward, holding the poria thorn on the hilt.

The old man looked around in confusion, and when he saw Han Dongwen again, he suddenly showed a hint of joy.

"Craftsman Zhang Zhongliang, pay homage to Your Majesty!"

He said it again.

He was really unconscious.

"Good name."

Han Dongwen also repeated it.

"It should be called Your Highness, Your Highness has not yet ascended the throne, so you can't..."

The officers and soldiers next to him spoke, and Han Dongwen cut off the half-sentence with a slight raise of his hand.

Zhang Zhongliang, who was kneeling on the ground, listened in, with a confused expression, and looked up at Han Dongwen:
"No, not enthroned... Is it, is it the emperor?"

The north wind is howling.

Han Dongwen took a step forward, ignoring the momentum of the officers and soldiers trying to stop him, he grabbed Zhang Zhongliang's arm and made him stand up.

Only criminals died on their knees.

"Is it the emperor, is it the emperor..."

Zhang Zhongliang's eyes were obviously out of focus, and he repeated in his mouth.

Han Dongwen gritted his teeth, stretched out his right hand towards Li Zai:
"Bring your sword!"

The reflection of the torch jumped in Han Dongwen's pupils, which were completely different from Zhang Zhongliang's.

Always, always looking at the old man in front of me is better than a thousand words.

"Your Highness, it's still..."

"Take! Sword! Come!"

His voice echoed in the empty night.

Like a thunder.

Empty, not scattered.

The sword was in Han Dongwen's hand.

cold.

Why is the hilt of the sword wrapped in cloth so cold?

If you just sit on the high hall, have you ever felt the temperature of sacrificing your life?
This is the evil of Jiangshan, and I have to bear it with my own hands.

"Emperor, Your Majesty..."

Zhang Zhongliang murmured, as if thinking of something, he grinned:
"Old Li, we can go to Siyang now! To see the New Year's Invitation to the Immortal Code, to see the Emperor!"

His skin began to turn black, and his voice was broken and incomplete.

Those out-of-focus pupils suddenly lit up again, with a baby-like excitement:
"Grassman... Zhang Zhongliang... Greetings... Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

"It's not grassroots, you are a hero."

Han Dongwen raised his sword.

"The widow will send you away."

"It's... the emperor... thank you... Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Zhang Zhongliang tried his best to stand up straight, as if at the last moment of his life, he woke up again.

Han Dongwen gritted his teeth and raised his sword.

"I will see you off."

……

Snow fell on the blood-stained blade.

The sword has pierced Zhang Zhongliang's chest.

His body slid down weakly in front of Han Dongwen, and was soon carried to the shelf by officers and soldiers.

"A rich burial."

Han Dongwen said softly: "Leave the sword, and take the sword again."

Zhang Zhongliang was taken away, and a new sword was presented to Han Dongwen.

……

……

All night.

The time to test the medicine can only be one night.

At dawn, it's time to stop.

Han Dongwen was still standing still in the winter night, the white feather cloak on his body had been dyed dark red.

No one moved, and everyone stood like this all night.

13 people have already failed.

Thirteen swords have been changed.

All passed through Han Dongwen's hands.

There is no one talking anymore, I just hope that the damn sun in the east will come out later, and later.

This long night, tossing and silent moments.

"boom!"

The door was pushed open.

Han Dongwen immediately raised his head and looked forward.

His hand suddenly loosened, and No.14's sword fell to the ground.

"It's done! It's done!"

It was Chi Hanqing's already somewhat hoarse voice.

Didn't she spend this night in tears?

In the low room, Patient No. 14 was just lying down, his fever subsided.

Chi Hanqing, who was already a little numb, wiped away tears in disbelief, and quickly used magic to check the pulse.

It became.

found it.

it is true!
She stood up abruptly, pushed open the door of the low room, and shouted the news of success.

The first thing he saw was Han Dongwen whose body was covered in blood and snow was falling on his shoulders.

So she ran over, completely disregarding decency.

Concubine Chi with tears streaming down her face, and Han Dongwen whose royal clothes were stained with blood.

Perhaps the scene that should have appeared on the night of the rebellious regicide is worth a thousand words now.

After all, it wasn't the tears of boudoir resentment and the blood of a faint king.

The light pierces the dusk of night, and the golden line of sunlight outlines the top of Bailan Mountain.

Its daybreak.

(End of this chapter)