"The one who created the illusion is 'Tolerant' Morpheus, and the one who created these monsters is probably 'Diligent' Giuseppe, but there is another person who is the most vicious and cruel person who kills people."

Han Dongwen's voice did not tremble with anger.

It is a kind of calmness that is full of hatred, but calmly analyzes the hatred.

Tilda replied: "Patience, Nancy, the leader of the Knights of Patience."

Han Dongwen nodded: "She will die."

A trace of bitterness flashed through his heart at the same time.

Several knight leaders in West Asia, as positive characters in that timeline, were not very popular.

Because his own camp didn't take many shots, except for Odu, who was the only one to make the team, Han Dongwen, who was playing in West Asia at the time, was never able to figure out the positioning of each of them.

It's actually this Nancy.

Blonde, petite, beautiful.

Nancy was once regarded as Tilda's meal replacement and the good-looking figure of the Knights of the West Asian Church.

endure……

Han Dongwen felt a little ridiculous.

"It turns out that it is my people in Simeng who have to endure it."

Xiao Hongdou stood beside the two of them and remained silent.

It was not the occasion for her to interrupt, but if she could really speak at this moment, she would just say nothing.

How does Your Highness feel in your heart now?

Only then did she realize that she had no way to imagine it.

What if this is not the Five Cities of Wangying, but my hometown of Bianzhou?

What if the person lying in that low room is me?

For the first time, she felt that someone could be so hateful.

No one spoke anymore.

The wind continued to howl.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the low room creaked open.

Han Dongwen's eyes moved and he recognized the person walking out of the door.

It was the old man who stood up first, just to be worthy of his old friend.

Two officers and soldiers walked out of the door, one supporting the old man on the left and the other on the right, with expressions as solemn as frost.

Han Dongwen's heart felt cold.

"Your Highness, this first person failed to test the medicine. Under the power of the medicine, I am afraid that his condition will deteriorate quickly."

After Gongsun Changzheng stepped forward to hear the news, he turned around and walked to Han Dongwen, lowered his head and reported:

"It should... be dealt with as soon as possible."

The old man was supported by the guards.

It's better to say escort than support.

Han Dongwen took a deep breath and strode forward.

"Cough, cough -"

The pain in his body could hardly be seen in the old man's expression.

More of an air of not being able to let go.

Seeing Han Dongwen being escorted in front of him by Jiang Ningyun and Li Zai, he raised his head slightly and was stunned, then he knelt on the ground with difficulty.

"Caomin Zhang Zhongliang, cough cough - pay homage to your majesty."

The wind pulled at his gray beard and hair like a broken candle.

When he spoke, his chest was almost like a bellows roaring.

Is this the emperor?

Is this the son of Jingzong, now the king of Simeng?

Was it he who took back Eagle Watching City from West Asia?

Looking to return to Eagle City, he was about to collapse in the darkness before dawn.

"Zhang Zhongliang, what a good name."

Han Dongwen took a deep breath and filled his lungs with the cold wind.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, there are still people inside, Concubine Chi can do it..."

The old man murmured.

Under the pain, the old man's consciousness was almost unclear.

"To protect the people, I have to send you away before you get sick."

Han Dongwen felt that his legs were as heavy as lead.

"Send me away? Send me away..."

The old man's eyes were a little confused, but despite the painful cough, he showed a calm expression.

"Ah...Okay, okay, you can't harm others, you can't harm others..."

Li Zai, who was behind Han Dongwen, took a step forward and held the hilt of Poria Thorn's sword.

The old man looked around in confusion, and when he saw Han Dongwen again, he suddenly showed a hint of joy.

"Caomin Zhang Zhongliang, pay homage to Your Majesty!"

He said it again.

He was really not awake anymore.

"Good name."

Han Dongwen also repeated it.

"You should call Your Highness your Highness. Your Highness has not yet ascended the throne, so you cannot..."

When the officer and soldier next to him spoke, Han Dongwen raised his hand slightly and cut off half of the sentence.

Zhang Zhongliang, who was kneeling on the ground, listened and looked a little confused. He looked up at Han Dongwen:

"No, he has not ascended the throne...then is he, is he the emperor?"

The north wind is howling.

Han Dongwen took a step forward and took Zhang Zhongliang's arm to help him stand up, regardless of the officers and soldiers' attempts to stop him.

Only prisoners die on their knees.

"Is he the emperor? Is he the emperor..."

Zhang Zhongliang's eyes had clearly lost focus, and he muttered repeatedly.

Han Dongwen gritted his teeth and stretched his right hand towards Li Zai:

"Bring me the sword!"

The reflection of the torch jumped in Han Dongwen's eyes, and those eyes were completely different from Zhang Zhongliang's.

Keep looking at the old man in front of you, which is worth more than a thousand words.

"Your Highness, still..."

"Get! Sword! Come!"

His voice echoed in the empty night.

Like a thunder.

Empty and undisturbed.

The sword was held in Han Dongwen's hand.

Cold.

The hilt of the sword is obviously wrapped in cloth, but why is it so cold?

If you were just sitting on the high hall, would you ever feel the temperature of risking your life?

This is the sin of the country, and you must bear it with your own hands.

"Emperor, Holy One..."

Zhang Zhongliang murmured in his mouth, as if he remembered something, and grinned:

"Old Li Tou, we can go to Siyang! Go to see the Immortal Dian for New Year's Eve invitations, and go see the Emperor!"
To be continued...