Fantasia of the Sky

Chapter 1150 The General’s Son 3
"That's right! What's the point of my life now! Kill me quickly!" said the general's son, "Anyway, you won't be punished for killing people! You will be praised! Hurry up, don't dawdle! "

"Use Huanmeng." Huanmeng said, taking Phoenix from Phil's hand - Phil didn't stop it, but just moved his eyes to the side helplessly.

"With such a sharp sword, even Huanmeng's level of strength can make you die without pain." As Huanmeng said, she gently slid the blade over the sleeve of the general's son—the fabric was cut neatly. Opened: "So, don't worry!"

After Huanmeng finished speaking, he stabbed Phoenix directly at the general's son's head.

Although he has already released bold words, the general's son is not a cold-blooded warrior after all. When the blade struck, although he did not struggle, he closed his eyes tightly because of fear.

The expected feeling of the blade piercing the head did not come.

Slowly opening his eyes, he found that the flashing cold light of the sword was stagnating at the tip of his nose.

The general's son looked up the blade again, and saw the sad expression on the girl's face.

Phantasm put away the blade and returned it to Phil.

"You... aren't you still very afraid of death?" Huanmeng turned her head aside, "Your body is still shaking uncontrollably..."

Only then did the general's son realize that his body was shaking non-stop due to extreme tension and fear, and he couldn't control it even if he wanted to.

"Are...are you teasing me!?" He growled angrily.

"No." Hua Meng shook his head and said, "Anyone who is still alive...doesn't want to die."

"What nonsense, since you are alive, how can you want to die...how can you want to die..." The general's son stopped in the middle of cursing, thoughtfully.

Yes, nonsense... But the so-called "nonsense" is the words that need not be said; and the contents that need not be said are generally...

Nothing can be subverted.

"You... actually don't want to die." Huanmeng said in a sad tone, "You want to live, you want to live well, but now you just become confused and desperate because you lost everything..."

"Don't take pity on me!"

"Why, you have to give up even the poor power." Hua Meng sighed, "It must be because you have lost too much...so you don't want anything anymore."

"It's not because of you! You're still hypocritical..." Although his tone was still angry, it was obvious that it had slowed down a lot.

"No, it's not because of Huan Meng." Huan Meng said, "It's because of Disterrell."

"Disteril? What does it have to do with that female devil!?" The general's son asked, "You don't want to blame that woman, do you?"

"It's not about throwing away responsibility." Huanmeng said, "It seems that the information delivered to you is a little off..."

This is no wonder to him—not many people know that Disterrell planned all these things. Although it is not something to keep secret, it is obvious that there is a gap between the speed of news spreading freely and the speed of punishment orders. Yes, and there is no need to say so much in the penalty order.

If that's the case, tell him everything about it.I hope he can understand that he is not the object of his hatred...

(End of this chapter)