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Zhao Gao's expression became even more frightened, and he knelt down and saluted again. He wanted to say something, but...according to his understanding of the king, it would only make things worse if he continued to intercede at this time.

Immediately, without further disturbing the king, he disappeared in front of the king.

"Li Zhong."

"Send someone to summon... Wei Liao, Li Si, Wang Wan, um, and Xiangbang."

Opening the document sent by Dun Ruo from Handan, reading the document on it, King Qin couldn't help being slightly happy, because the things on the document were enough to dilute his displeasure.

Since someone is willing to offer Zhao Guo, then the price will naturally have to be discussed carefully. If it is lowered, it will definitely not work, and it can only be lowered to the highest level.

But the specific matters still need to be controlled by the important ministers of the central government. His eyes moved away from the document and fell on Li Zhong. In short, he hesitated a little, but he still gave the order.

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"This is where King Han was imprisoned?"

Nanyang is deep in the mountains, where there are deep valleys, and there are few entrances, so it is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

This is after the annihilation of Han in the past, the King of Qin ordered Han Wang'an to be resettled, and the national book said that Han Wang'an should cultivate well and spend the rest of the year.

It was raining and snowing all over the sky, the sky and the earth were frosty and cold, and a black figure streaked across the huge trees. Even so, the momentum of the rain and snow did not make any abnormal changes.

Blessed with silver reflective flashes all over the sky, it is even more difficult to look directly at it for a long time.

After half an hour.

As far as the eye can see, in front of the entrance of the valley in the distance, a pass appears, about three feet high, with archery towers on both sides, and soldiers patrolling it, the spiritual sense spreads, and there are quite a few people guarding it.

But as far as I'm concerned, it's nothing.

Accompanied by another flight and movement, the mysterious light all over his body converges, rushing in the rain and snow, the light is hidden, stepping out with one step, stepping on the pass of the tower, and then, the whole person sneaks into the pass without making a sound.

All that, just a few short breaths, above the city gate, the patrolling soldiers didn't notice it.

In the valley, there are thatched houses, courtyards, roads, and rivers. Soldiers are guarding each other layer by layer. According to the design of the roads, everything in the valley is solidified with almost no dead ends.

In all these things, the man in black seemed to have disappeared, holding a sword and stepping in the middle, the whole valley is not big, and his target is easy to find, and with the detection of the spiritual sense, there is a flash of light under his feet.

"The princes and kings of the Warring States in the past are now prisoners of the ranks."

After dozens of breaths, looking at the thatched house in front of me that is not in the central courtyard of the valley, the spiritual feeling enveloped it. The whole thatched house is not big, and although it is surrounded by fences, it is only a mere ten feet square.

There are only three breaths, one is getting old, and the other two are full of vigor.

Move your steps, bend your fingers a little, two streams of force come down through the air, directly into the bodies of the two energetic people in the thatched hut, sealing off their six senses and covering everything.

"You're dying."

The door of the thatched cottage was ajar, and there was no movement when one stepped inside. Although the interior was warm, there was only a small stove burning rare wood on it, exuding a slight warmth.

There is no longer the fragrant charcoal of the past before the King of Han, the rich and delicate fragrance that can be held in the arms at will, and the mellow wine that can be tasted at will in the past.

It has been more than two years since Qin State destroyed South Korea!

In my mind, I was there at the last time of South Korea, and I can see Han Wangan's appearance at a glance, but unfortunately...all of them have become what they look like now, exuding the spirit of the five declines of heaven and man.

A breath of life coming to an end flowed out. Although there was a strange smell, the man in black seemed not to notice it.

That person was dressed in coarse linen at the moment, with beard and hair like snow, his face was old and wrinkled, his eyes were lifeless, deeply sunken, lying quietly on the wooden bed, only a straw mat was draped over his body.

Perhaps, for an old man, it was cruel.

But... the man in black felt that the thin straw mat was also an eyesore, so he lifted the straw mat with a wave of his hand, but... the next moment, the man in black raised his brows, narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned his eyes again. Straw mat covered.

"You...you are Wei Zhuang?"

A different kind of person appeared in the thatched hut. The old man lying on the wooden bed was aware of it. He twisted his body for a while with great difficulty. After a few breaths, he still failed and could only slightly turn his sunken eyes.

Looking at the figure he was not unfamiliar with, dressed in black and silver hair, holding a strange sword, exuding a different kind of arrogance all over his body, this person had been following Jiuzi in the past.

After the nine sons died, they disappeared, why they came here now.

"it's me!"

Wei Zhuang said coldly.

"How about the noble princes and kings of the past being imprisoned here?"

Wei Zhuang was originally a lonely person, and he didn't want to mention the past, let alone the past of the person in front of him, but... thinking of everything that happened in Xinzheng during the time when his memory was dusted, deep in his heart, there was still a feeling A flame was born.

"Where is Red Lotus...?"

The old man's expression didn't change, and he didn't respond to Wei Zhuang's words. He still looked at Wei Zhuang with his cloudy eyes, and asked his beloved heir in the past, what happened after the fall of Korea.

I don't know why, but I still have some worries in my heart.

Hearing the other party's words, Wei Zhuang just looked at the other party quietly.

No response at all.

He... doesn't deserve it.

"Sue... tell the widow!"

Han Wangan shouted feebly, screaming with all his strength, but his voice was so weak.

"Korea is gone, why are there no widows?"