The gesture of death is nothing new. Zhao Zi is naturally used to seeing corpses. No matter how glorious and proud he was in life, or how dignified he was in life, after death he will be nothing but rotten flesh and bones.

She has no attachment to this world and can embrace death at any time.

If he is not afraid of death, why should he be afraid of death?

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang!

The heart beats suddenly and suddenly becomes silent.

In the silence of the rest of her life, the fleeting glimpse of the past life in Zhao Zi's eyes disappeared like clouds of smoke, and then she saw Jiang Wang again.

See those eyes as quiet as the deep sea.

It is not a turbulent wave, but you know that when it is turbulent, it can destroy the world.

Actually... not dead?

Zhao Zi, whose five senses were stripped away, could not tell the difference between life and death, waking and dreaming for a moment. There was only endless mourning, gradually fading away.

"I captured you here, Shenxia should already know it. But he didn't come to save you -" Jiang Wang looked at her: "Did he bet that I wouldn't kill you, or did he give up on you at all?"

"There is no difference." Zhao Zi said calmly: "It is right for him to give up on me, and it is right for you to kill me."

Jiang Wangdao: "You should have your own ideals when you join the Equality Country, and you should shoulder the lives of some people, right? Just die here like this, being responsible for the magic hero's temporary feelings, and he still gives up on you - are you willing to do so?"

Zhao Zi raised her beautiful eyes and looked at him calmly: "Actually, I don't have such a thing as an ideal."

"Ha." She laughed inexplicably: "There is no such thing as willingness or unwillingness. The heart you are testing is already dead. You don't know the joys and sorrows."

Jiang Wang looked at her sitting quietly: "Since your heart is dead, why do you still do so many things?"

"Yes...why?" Zhao Zijing was quiet for a while and then said coldly: "Did you know? After death, the body will still move. That is the instinct of the body."

Jiang Wang then knew that he would not be able to get any information from this woman.

He already knew the result when he filled the woman's five senses with the feeling of death, but did not see any waves before death.

No matter how loosely structured the country of equals is, with each having its own ambitions, it is indeed a group of "persistent" people united together. In order to achieve things, they are not stingy about sacrifice. Whether it is sacrificing others or sacrificing themselves.

This kind of "persistence" was first seen by Jiang Wang in the fake Zhang Yong.

He had no intention of getting the result through torture. Even if he asked people like Sang Xianshou and Gu Chi to come, he might not be able to get any information on Zhao Zi. He initially hoped to kill Zhao Zi through

The situation forced the Shenxia, ​​the leader of the Equality Country, to take action - as long as the Shenxia showed his face, the whole world would be killed.

But Shenxia didn't react from the beginning to the end and just sat back and watched everything happen.

The struggle between people sometimes involves comparing who is more cruel.

Jiang Wang's closed fingers opened again: "I hope you won't let me come to you a second time."

This hand controls the entire city and holds the fate of everyone. It takes away the voice and hearing at the right moment and lets go of the five senses at the right moment.

Zhao Zi then became conscious.

Only then did she realize that she was not dying, nor did she even vomit blood. She was just being held down on a chair from beginning to end, and the jade pipe between her fingers had been extinguished.

She had the truth of the world, but she could not penetrate the confusion that Jiang Wang had robbed of what he had seen and heard.

How far has this person... reached the top of the mountain?

"Aren't you going to kill me today?" Zhao Zi asked.

Jiang Wang said calmly: "What reason do you think I should use to kill you? Giving me wine is not a good reason."

"There is no need for a reason to kill someone," Zhao Zi said.

"I need it." Jiang Wang said.

Zhao Zi thought for a while and finally said: "In the past, I bullied the weak and shaved your hair. Today you shave my head. This can be regarded as a reconciliation!"

"I'm not angry because of that incident. You were the loser at that time." Jiang Wang glanced at her lightly, turned and left.

Zhao Zi was silent for a moment. On that bonfire night outside the Xingyue Plain, she shaved off her hair with one finger, but Jiang Wang remained indifferent.

At that time, she felt that the way he looked at her, it seemed that she was the weak one.

Now... I am indeed.

Today's conversation was completely different from that night, but yet so similar.

Zhao Zi raised his head again inexplicably: "There must be a reason! It is necessary to kill people, and it is also necessary not to kill people."

Her voice pursued: "You're going to let me go just like that, completely ignoring the old grudges?"

Jiang Wang's figure has disappeared, only the lingering voice curls up: "If you must have a reason - you can thank Qian Chou. In the last journey of his life, you were with him."

The remaining four words were scattered like falling stars: "There is also Sun Yin."

"We all miss him." - This sentence only exists in Jiang Wang's heart.

The galaxy across the sky has disappeared, and the night has left one by one, and the day has reappeared.

Zhao Zi was sitting there, looking out the window, and happened to see a man wearing a tiger head mask walking into the brightly lit room.

No matter whether Shen Xia doesn't care about her life or death, people like Sun Yin will never give up on their companions.

"Are you greeting me?" Sun Yin's eyes were incomprehensible.

He happened to hit Yuyin.

As the leader of the inner palace of the Yellow River Society, he inevitably had some different feelings towards Jiang Wang, a latecomer.

They both became famous at a young age, received the same attention from the world, and ascended to heaven to receive the light of humanity. However, after walking down the stairs of glory, they paved the way for two completely different lives.

"You're late." Zhao Zi said.

Sun Yin said: "I came as soon as I got the news. I tried my best to do it as quickly as possible."

"It's not a good place to stay for a long time." Zhao Zi said and was about to get up, but sat there again. In front of her forehead, a strand of broken hair slowly fell down, dividing her beautiful and indifferent eyes.

Just a broken strand of hair.

The shocking edge was not visible in this mark, and there was no trace of murderous intention left. But until the moment he stood up, Zhao Zi didn't know that he had been cut off!

If this sword cut her neck, she might not know it.

"It's indeed too late!" Sun Yin said.

Zhao Zi stretched out his hand, caught the broken strand of hair, and said: "This time it is indeed clear."

I lost my hair in the past and will pay it back today.

Jiang Zhenjun is indeed a person with clear grudges.

Although she was not bald, it preserved her dignity. But if she does something next time and the other party comes to her door again, her life will definitely be lost.

…

…

Gu Shiyi died in the East China Sea. The king of Zheng cried so hard that he fainted several times.

In the palace, they mourned and cried loudly, and the sound spread to the three palaces: "How can you abandon me, dear dear!"

But when the dust settled after Gu Shiyi's death, Jing Guo did not come to hold him accountable, and Gu Shiyi's reputation gradually became clearer... The funeral of Gu Shiyi only began in Zheng Guo.

At the funeral, Lord Zheng wrote a handwritten letter dipped in blood and prayed: "Your uncle used to trust me with the world, but I was weak in virtue and talent. I was unable to rejuvenate the country, and I had to shoulder heavy trust. Now that my uncle has passed away, his legacy is still there, so I should be willing to carry out state affairs."

I will work hard for another hundred years to comfort the heavenly spirit..."

The ministers who were crying or grieving at the mourning ceremony fell silent for a moment.

Prince Zheng looked even more embarrassed and lowered his head forcibly to suppress his emotions.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the leader of the Zheng Kingdom wants to prolong his political life, suck the blood of the country, and preserve his own life.

At Gu Shiyi's funeral, he held up Gu Shiyi's banner to extend his rule for a hundred years and live another mortal life! It was really shameless.

Shen Lin has a lifespan of 518. As long as he stays in this position and maintains his cultivation, he will still have hundreds of years to live. And if he abdicates once... his lifespan is up!

Zheng Guozhu wiped away his tears and continued to speak with red eyes: "Gu——"

Suddenly a dragon roared in the sky, and then a tiger roared.

The kings and ministers of the Zheng Kingdom raised their heads, and saw the sign of the dragon and tiger, shining brightly, and there was a woman coming with the light of a sword!

Before the sad leader of the Zheng Kingdom could shout, he heard the shocked sounds of his surrounding ministers——

"Xiangguo...Lian Yuchan!"

Xiangguo? Lian Yuchan?

In the era when Gu Shiyi was still alive, Xiang State was not worth mentioning. It was just a pawn of Jing State and had no independent authority. But no matter what time, even Yuchan had to be treated with caution. Because she was in Baiyu

Jing! He can be regarded as half a disciple of Zhenhe Zhenjun.

The leader of the Zheng Kingdom was unfazed by the change and still maintained the demeanor and etiquette of a monarch. He stepped forward and held his hands in his hands: "Miss Lian——"

"There is a letter from my boss." Lian Yuchan said calmly.

The greatest demeanor of a king is to safeguard the country, prosper the country, and comfort the people!

It’s not about greeting people and sending them off, speaking and smiling calmly, and showing off!
To be continued...