Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 459 Leaving this sword as a thought

Young Master Fusu continued to remain silent.

However, he already had an answer in his heart.

Unstoppable!

"The second head is your head!"

Ying Zige slowly shifted the tip of Yuanhong Sword, and immediately pointed it at Young Master Hu Hai.

"hiss!"

Hu Hai couldn't help but gasped, sweating profusely for a moment.

"Brother, you have always been smart and decisive in killing. And you don't think about the consequences when you do things."

"But you have to know that these things are not brought to you by others, nor are they your own, but are given to you by the emperor."

"What else can you do without your father? What are you?"

"Please consider my words carefully, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

Ying Zige said coldly, without mercy.

On the surface, this kid Hu Hai looks decisive, as if everything is under his control.

In fact, after all, it was just a passion being used by others.

In the end, the person who seems to be the closest to Ying Zheng's character will only become someone else's puppet.

"This……"

Hu Hai was taken aback for a moment, but also remained silent.

He was very unconvinced.

But the strong is king, he still understands this truth.

Facing Yuan Hongjian, he was really powerless to refute.

"And you! If you still want to keep this head of yours, just stay in Xianyang honestly. If there is any small move, I will definitely take your head."

Ying Zige's long sword pointed at Zhao Gao again.

Zhao Gao was shocked all over, and he had nothing to say at this moment.

I couldn't help being in a trance again.

In his heart, the same question also emerged.

Is this still the Ying Zige I know?
Every day, he seems to be in a daze, he doesn't pay attention to anything, he looks like a fool.

but.

The people he pointed at with the long sword just now were all people with evil intentions.

It turned out that he had already seen everything.

It turned out that he was really a smart guy.

"And you."

At this moment, Ying Zige's long sword pointed at another person.

It was Prime Minister Li Si.

"I?"

Liston was a little confused.

Ying Zige threatened Hu Hai, son Fusu and Zhao Gao, which he understood.

But myself?

I didn't do anything at the moment.

Why are you threatening me?

At this moment, Li Si was very confused.

"You are loyal, and you are even more loyal to my father."

"However, your loyalty is only because of my father's existence. Sometimes you don't even know your thoughts, and my father is like a giant dragon, pressing down on your heart fiercely."

"Once this giant dragon falls, the evil in your heart will spew out. At that time, your true face can even surprise yourself."

"So, I advise you that since you have severely suppressed the evil in your heart, you should suppress it forever."

"Otherwise, the long sword in my hand will definitely help you get rid of the evil in your heart!"

Ying Zige said loudly.

All of a sudden, I felt nauseous.

【Uh?Is this what I, Ying Zige, would say? 】

[I have to say that the use of various vocabulary is extremely gorgeous.Moreover, the metaphor in it is so accurate and hits people's hearts so directly. 】

[I didn't expect that I, Ying Zige, is actually a person of great talent. 】

[I knew that I was definitely more than just handsome. 】

"Yes Yes……"

The corner of Li Si's mouth twitched, and his face was filled with grievance.

He really didn't understand.

What giant dragon is evil or something, I can't understand a single word.

but.

The opponent is strong.

Sometimes the strength is strong, and what you say is right.

Make people unable to refute.

"Remember what I said!"

Ying Zige nodded, and suddenly the long sword was turned upside down, and it was inserted fiercely into the bluestone ground.

Up to the hilt!

Seeing this scene in front of them, everyone was blinded again.

Thirteen sons, what are you doing here?
"This long sword, I will stay here as a warning to you."

"Remind you often of what I have said."

"I'm going too!"

Ying Zige flicked his sleeves, and suddenly his figure moved, like a fairy flying from the sky, he climbed straight to the top of the hall.

After a few ups and downs, it disappeared into the distance.

The breeze blows slightly.

Everyone remained silent, unable to recover for a long time.

Especially those who had been named, staring straight at the long sword stuck in the ground.

The words that Ying Zige said before he left still echoed in his heart.

Seeing a sword is like seeing a person.

Not only were there no people with evil intentions, they breathed a sigh of relief because of Ying Zige's departure.

At this moment, there seemed to be a sharp sword hanging in my heart.

It could fall at any moment and take their lives.

It's been half a stick of incense time.

"This strength is simply terrifying. Looking at the world, how many can rival it?"

"I didn't expect the thirteenth son to become such a master in the blink of an eye. It seems that there is no suspense about who will belong to my great Qin world."

"The strength is terrible! To suppress the heroes, even my hundreds of elites in Daqin, no one dares to say a word... This kind of domineering is only available to His Majesty back then."

"the student surpasses the master!"

"That's right, I, Da Qin, still have a domineering spirit after all."

Among the hundreds of officials, some people were talking in low voices.

I don't know whether it is joy or worry.

"come..."

At this moment, a faint voice directly broke the faint calm.

boom!
The voice was very small, even a little weak.

But it was like a thunderbolt, deafening and deafening.

Everyone involuntarily widened their eyes and looked in the direction of the door of the bedroom.

then.

All were stunned.

I saw a familiar figure with a pale face, supporting his body and walking out of the gate.

It can be seen that he is still very hypocritical.

However, the mighty domineering aura on his body has not been reduced by half.

However, there was deep doubt on his face.

At this moment, Ying Zheng looked at the crowd in a daze.

Question marks appeared one after another on his forehead.

"Here, why are there so many people gathered here?"

"A lot of people have swords in their hands?"

"My Daqin's three hundred cavalry are also here?"

"This...that long sword...Yuanhong Sword?"

Suddenly, Ying Zheng was shocked, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Old Thirteen?
Why is that kid's sword here?

Could it be that it was not a hallucination to hear that boy's voice on the sick bed?
Also, why isn't he here now?
Where did it go?

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on your recovery!"

squeak.

Everyone present knelt down one after another, not daring to make a sound.

In the heart, the same kind of shock emerged involuntarily.

That kid Ying Zige can really cure the heart-eating poison.

"Get up."

Ying Zheng said indifferently, slowly raised his head, and looked at the endless sky.

"Where is your kid now?"

He murmured involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)