Historical Fault: King Cg Exposure Shocked the World

　　On the battlefield, he couldn't stop, crying deep in his heart, and laughter that didn't belong to him.

　　When he found that his face was bleeding, he stopped.

　　He crawled in panic among the dead to ask how to stop the bleeding.

　　They all looked at him, but he didn't really want to be seen.

　　He was the last person to cross here that night.

　　The frightening weapon was on his back, it was heavy, and it had been on his back for too long.

　　He had never felt this way: as if his back was about to be crushed.

　　Therefore, he bowed his head, and all he could see were countless still eyes.

　　These eyes were also in his dreams later.

　　His face was scratched during the battle, which happened to be an old wound.

　　On the way to Jixia, he suffered this.

　　The source of the blood race invaded from this, and the sages treated him at that time and sealed the evil blood.Also, watch out for this old wound.

　　Even if he covered his face, blood seeped out from his fingers, dripped, and pooled with all the blood on the ground.

　　The person who survived was about the same age as his father.

　　Bai Qi walked over, didn't stand still and fell.

　　He propped himself up, sat on his knees, and asked him in a trance and eagerness how to stop the blood on his face.

　　Perhaps he asked again, how could he not see himself bleeding.

　　The man said he didn't know.

　　But if you don't want to see yourself bleeding, you can wear a mask.

　　He's a blacksmith, and he's got some custom-made masks at hand.

　　Take it if you need it urgently.

　　He nodded.

　　The man reached out and wiped the blood that was still bubbling on him, and helped him put on the mask.

　　In hindsight, that person was a blood clan.

　　When the hand brushed the wound, Bai Qi felt a slight dizziness in his head, and something imprisoned was resurrecting.

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　　Obviously, Xuanyong City won the final victory.

　　Among them, the great general Meng Tian made great contributions and was named the great general of protecting the country.

　　And the other, like a killing god, is like a madman, although he is remembered by everyone.

　　However, they did not have a good impression of him.

　　Think he is crazy.

　　A lunatic who lives under a shadowy mask.

　　For several years, the wound under the mask has continued to become infected, and the face has been completely destroyed and unknown.

　　Others saw him go crazy while fighting.

　　Engulfed by a surging energy, he swiped the giant sickle, and fang-like teeth emerged from the ground, shovelling the prey hook in front of him.

　　The flow of pleasure and emptiness vibrated through the body.

　　He knew that it didn't matter whether the old man did it on purpose or not.

　　It was the inevitable gift of that war to him, a nightmare that would never end.

　　He couldn't get out.

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　　The bluish-purple-skinned weird doctor shakes the medicine bottle (aefb) blankly.

　　He was a former alchemist student.

　　Although he has broken with the teacher, it does not prevent him from still using the method he taught.

　　"Are you sure you want to do this?"

　　"You know, using the blood method to exchange all the blood, he has become a pure blood family since then."

　　The strange doctor with blue-purple skin asked.

　　"Is there any other way?" asked the young monarch.

　　"Another method is to expose the wound on the face to the light for three days."

　　"When the time comes, the evil blood will retreat, the wound will not be fatal, but it will never heal, and his features will become monsters, and he will live in endless nightmares."

　　The monarch was in a trance, remembering the story told by the sage.

　　He reached out and took off the mask... the light fell on the pained face.

　　Bai Qi twitched, trying to grab something.The young monarch removed the mask.

　　"I'll give it to you in three days."

　　......................

　　Shortly after.

　　They passed through the Borderless City and went all the way to the border of the Southern Wilderness, the wilderness and ruins. This place is called the Eternal Resting Ground, where all the people in that war were buried.

　　Bai Qi and the monarch talked about the hand that wiped the blood on his face, the hand that put the mask on him.

　　Although there was a bad outcome, at that moment, he felt that he could live.

　　Bai Qi stood still and did not move forward.

　　The monarch stepped into the land with one foot.

　　"I have returned what you gave him."

　　The monarch said to the long sleep.

　　"I would never hurt your child, I would never hurt anyone who lived with him, and I would never hurt the world he was in."

　　"The power you evoke, don't hurt him again."

　　"That war was my will."

　　"If it doesn't make you feel equal, you can take away from me, take away what belongs to me."

　　"My great reputation, the dazzling blond in my hair."

　　"Give me the nightmare you gave him."

　　Su Xinyu froze aside, looking at the monarch as if taking an oath.

　　Yes.

　　The blood race originated in the Southern Wilderness.

　　Nanhuang is Bai Qi's hometown!

　　We have forgotten from beginning to end that these blood races have always been relatives of Bai Qi.

　　And here, the souls of countless relatives are buried.

　　They are like a curse, always lingering around Bai Qi, presumably the pain on his face comes from this.

　　Carry the soul of the dead forward.

　　Behind Ying Zheng, Bai Qi with a mask on his face looked pained.

　　He is here, silently killing countless clansmen, he is a sinner cursed by fate!

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Chapter [-] The day of legislation is over!

　　Chapter [-]

　　Spring to autumn.

　　After the Battle of the Lordless City, Xuanyong returned to silence.

　　The young monarch took complete control of power.

　　And in Xuanyong City, for a time, novels about monarch Xuanyong were as popular as novels about love in troubled times.

　　It can be seen everywhere in the small street stalls in the Borderless City. It is easy to understand, sells cheaply, whether it is people who starve to death, or people who are seriously injured in a fight.

　　It’s good for those who can’t find a way to make a living. If you don’t trade with the blood gods to gain power, you have to hold these books to bliss-ascension.

　　Before they died, they forgot that they had no food, drink, and no treatment. The plots in the book took them to heaven quickly.

　　There are thousands of similar and different versions of the emotions experienced by monarchs.

　　Writers are very good at writing "similar and different" and "different and similar", and the most popular core never changes:

　　It's all about how the monarch gets along with a monster in the dark, the monarch abuses him, and the monster shows endless loyalty to him.

　　The only difference is the form and degree of abuse and attachment.

　　When the general led his troops through the city gate for the first time, the book sellers couldn't dodge and left several books behind.

　　The black and bloody text on the dilapidated print was splattered with new mud.

　　General Meng turned a few pages, but he couldn't read it and couldn't understand it.

　　After reporting to the monarch about the war with the Southern Wilderness Blood Race, these books were placed on his desk.

　　The young monarch saw that popular writers know so much about human nature.

　　They understand that people here are accustomed to and yearn to be violently abused for pleasure and are deeply moved by it.