The emperor's plan: to rule the world

Chapter 463 Dream Mirror ([-])

A voice in his head told him that he had to wait for someone.

That person will come here. In the long cold pain, that person became the only reason for him to persevere. When he couldn't stand on his knees, he pressed his lips tightly and told himself over and over again that he would wait for that person. People.

He didn't know how long he had been kneeling. When his consciousness was fuzzy, the person he was waiting for never came. When he was exhausted and suffering, he even had grievances that he didn't know where. They spread from his heart one by one, making him gasp I can't breathe.

It shouldn't be like this!

It shouldn't be like this, he told himself.

He didn't know who he was waiting for, but he knew that there would be a person who would come, that person came in a white suit, and his bright face seemed to be warmer than the sun, and he had been waiting for that person.

But she never came.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the jade steps in front of him. He was in a daze, and when his consciousness was mixed and confused, he still remembered that there was once a girl lying in his arms with a bright smile. He hugged her tightly, as if Be content with the whole world.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but bend, but he was dragged back to the abyss of reality by the pain in front of him. The girl never appeared.

He was completely plunged into darkness, and the moment he lost consciousness, a thought flashed through his mind... He was a knife, the sharpest knife in his master's hand, but his master rejected him.

He was so desperate, so desperate that there was no more warmth in his world, but there was still a voice from nowhere telling him over and over again that he would be loyal to his master and never betray or abandon him, and he would not have the slightest bit of warmth. disobedience.

He walked in the long darkness, his body was sore and tired, and his eyes were surrounded by darkness. Only a faint light in a distant place guided him forward, and a voice called him from afar, over and over again.

A long ordeal.

In the darkness like purgatory, flickering candle flames danced in the darkness, he slowly opened his eyes, and there was a large ball of sparks in front of him.

He tried to move his body, and the ubiquitous pain poured into his mind. He turned his head and saw his hands hanging high by the iron chain.

What was more unbearable than the pain was his inexplicable panic.

His violently beating heart seemed to be jumping out of his chest, he moved his wrist in discomfort, and heard a hoarse voice, weak and hoarse, but always exuding the majesty and majesty of being in a high position for a long time.

It was he himself who spoke.

"What happened?"

No one spoke. In the endless darkness, he could only hear his breathing alone, but a voice from somewhere told him that his master had been imprisoned.

He panicked and wanted to struggle almost uncontrollably, but the chains rattled in vain, and severe pain swept through his body.

A figure was vaguely hiding in the darkness, persuading him over and over again, let him run away, let him run far away, to a place where his master could not find him, and never come back again.

He listened to that man's words, but a hostility gradually accumulated in his heart. He didn't know where the strength came from. Under the scars, he forcibly broke the iron chain that bound him, but lost his strength and fell to the ground.

That person came up to support him, dressed in black, like everyone he saw, hiding in the abyss where the sun could not be seen, only that young girl could dispel all his haze.

One after another, one person after another appeared in front of him, urging him to leave over and over again. He listened indifferently, raised his hand and slapped that person, and asked in a cold voice, "You want to rebel too?"

The person in front of him knelt down.

The candles were flickering in the darkness, he held onto the execution frame to stand firm, his back was straight, blood was winding down from his body, he heard himself speak, and his hoarse voice revealed unquestionable firmness: "The whole army, enter the palace to escort .”

(End of this chapter)