The Rong Shiba stopped abruptly, and the shadow guards around him also stopped abruptly.
The person who rushed in front didn't have time to stop, and half of his palm was twisted off by the puppet strings.
Suddenly, there was a white fog in front of him, and Zhuo Yu suddenly disappeared in the fog!
"Mingde, come back!
It's dangerous! "
The Rong Shiba's shout was a step too late.
Mingde didn't have time to stop in midair, and fell straight into the white fog.
The scenery in front of him seemed to be distorted, and the road under his feet extended infinitely. Zhuo Yu's figure flashed not far away, and as soon as Mingde took a step, he felt that there was nothing under his feet!
— — Cliff!
— — It really was the Earth Shrinking Sorcery. It turned out that they were already at the edge of the cliff!
The mountain rocks creaked, and Mingde only felt that his feet were slipping. Just as he was about to fall down the hundred-foot cliff, the Rong Shiba rushed over and grabbed him.
All of this happened in a flash. Mingde's body was suddenly pulled, and the huge force caused by inertia caused the Rong Shiba to fall.
Their positions were completely reversed, and their hands were still holding each other. Mingde was pulled to the ground, and one hand grabbed the Rong Shiba's wrist, while the Rong Shiba was suspended above the hundred-foot cliff!
"Lord Rong!"
All of the Rong Shiba's weight was on the wrist that was grabbed by Mingde, and cold sweat poured down. "… So, so dangerous …"
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"What's going on?"
"There are many sorcery in Xi Wan, and this probably isn't a rare thing, but we haven't seen it before, so we fell into his trap.
People outside can't enter this layer of fog. Hurry up and pull me up so we can get out. "
It was easy to say, but at this time, Mingde was also leaning over the edge of the cliff, and the only thing supporting him was the dagger that was stuck in the crack in the ground.
As soon as he pulled the Rong Shiba up, the Rong Shiba's face suddenly changed.
Zhuo Yu stood behind Mingde. With a slight movement of his fingers, the puppet strings gently hooked around Mingde's neck like a soul-stealing talisman.
Fog filled the air above the cliff. It was a sunny day, but it was as gloomy as winter.
Mingde and Rong Shiba looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.
Zhuo Yu's face was unexpectedly clear in the fog. It was so clear that even the corner of his lips could be seen clearly.
Mingde's back was to him, but the Rong Shiba could clearly see the face of this murderous god. It was as if it was carved out of the most precious jade, perfect and without any warmth.
From this angle, he could even see Zhuo Yu's fingers tightening bit by bit. He felt something wet on his face, as if it was raining.
In fact, it was the blood dripping from Mingde's neck.
The Rong Shiba had no doubt that Zhuo Yu would immediately make a move. The princess of Xi Wan Kingdom loved him so much that she went crazy. How long did he hesitate when he killed her?
Was there even a blink of an eye?
"Mingde …" The Rong Shiba's voice scattered in the mountain wind, vague and unclear. "The debt that I owed you last time … I'm sorry … I'll pay you back today …"
Mingde opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't say anything.
The Rong Shiba struggled to pull out the dagger from behind his waist and slashed his hand.
But he couldn't feel the pain.
He held on tightly to the Rong Shiba. Even if he was bleeding, even if his flesh was bleeding, he would hold on tightly to him with his bones.
"Lord … Lord Rong …" Mingde opened his mouth. Because his windpipe was bound, he seemed to be choking. "I won't let go …"
The Rong Shiba looked at him in despair. He held the dagger in his free hand and cut off his own wrist.
Mingde could barely see anything. There was only blood in his eyes.
Blood covered the sky and covered the earth.
The Rong Shiba silently fell down the cliff in that blood.
Who was it that walked side by side with him on that cold winter night?
Who was it that often squatted by the side of the road with a blade of grass in his mouth, waiting for them to get ready to set off?
Who was it that rushed to the front line on the battlefield? Who was it that used flesh and blood to build a shield for attack and defense? Who was it that every day dreamed of being released to a small place far away, to marry a wife, have children, and enjoy a peaceful and worry-free life?
That person had given up his last hope of survival during his last mission as a shadow guard.
He lay at the bottom of the cold and dark cliff forever.
Pain shot through half of his body like a bolt of lightning. Zhuo Yu's pupils constricted. The youth with the puppet strings around his neck moved faster than he had imagined. In just an instant, the tip of the blade had been sent into his lower abdomen.
Zhuo Yu quickly retreated and pulled back the puppet string.
The wind whistled in his ears. At that moment, he was really surprised. The world's fastest qinggong expert had already been defeated by him. Where did this little boy learn such amazing kungfu?!
Mingde didn't wait for him to take two steps back. He directly chopped down with his dagger.
In an instant, the wind was fierce. The two of them exchanged a few blows. Zhuo Yu suddenly stopped in his tracks.
The white fog had gradually dissipated. He suddenly turned his head and saw that less than ten feet away from him, the most elite secret guards of the Celestial Empire had already gathered. Every one of them was staring at him closely, and every one of them was in the most perfect state for battle.
Zhuo Yu tilted his head and glanced back. Mingde stood where he was and panted twice. Then, he actually turned around and jumped off the cliff.
Even at such a tense moment, he was slightly taken aback. Is this child stupid?
… What is he going to do? Retrieve his companion's body from the rapids at the bottom of the cliff?
Time didn't allow Zhuo Yu to think too much. Before he could turn his gaze back, he suddenly heard a deep and calm voice not far behind him. "— — Zhuo Yu."
It had been many years since someone had called him by his name.
Zhuo Yu didn't look in that direction. Instead, he slowly turned his head around. With his back facing that person, he looked straight at the imperial secret guards who were gradually approaching.
Behind him, a man in a gray robe with a solemn expression stood at the top of a tree branch at the edge of the cliff.
Zhuo Yu didn't look at him. He just greeted him calmly. "— — Chief Steward Lu. How have you been?"
"Thanks to you, I've been fine."
"What brings you here?"
"I've come to take your head."
Zhuo Yu stood in the fierce mountain wind on the cliff. His black robe fluttered. The blood on his lower abdomen flowed down the corner of his robe and gathered on the ground bit by bit.
He stood there motionlessly. It seemed that even if the sky changed and the earth collapsed, he would still stand there like a mountain rock, not moving at all.
In front of him were the imperial secret guards of the Celestial Empire. Not far behind him, Lu Jiuchen was waiting in formation. A saber that shook the world was faintly unsheathed from his sleeve, ready to give him a fatal blow at any time.
Ever since Qianwandi heard that Mingde had jumped off the cliff, he had madly galloped toward the southeast corner of the cliff like a madman.
The imperial bodyguard rode behind him and begged with all his might. "Your Majesty!
Your Majesty, it's dangerous over there! "
"Your Majesty, go back quickly!"
"Someone come!
Someone come quickly!
Protect the emperor!
Protect the emperor! "
Li Ji couldn't hear anything except the whistling of the wind.
He had calculated everything correctly. He had persuaded the little king of Xi Wan Kingdom. He had invited Chief Steward Lu, who lived in seclusion deep in the palace. He had successfully cut off a large area of the enemy's land and a large amount of wealth. He had even almost killed the number one expert in the world, State Preceptor Zhuo.
But the only thing he hadn't thought of was a fatal oversight: Mingde had actually jumped off the cliff.
The rapids under the cliff were unpredictable. What was he going to do?
Take back the Rong Shiba's corpse?
What a joke!
Not to mention that Qianwandi had held that little thing in his palm for more than two years, even the Empress and the Crown Prince had never seen Mingde treat that person with such deep affection and brotherly loyalty.
This person seemed to be naturally more indifferent than others, and there was always a distance between him and others.
It was this faintly discernible distance that made him have no friends to talk to.
His world was very simple. The Empress, the Crown Prince, Qianwandi, and the occasional drinking friends among the secret guards. At most, there were a few people from the Shangguan family.
When did he start to think that he would jump off the cliff for a brother's corpse?
Didn't he know that under the cliff was a waterfall mixed with countless undercurrents and whirlpools?
In fact, it didn't take a long time to whip the horse over from the southeast corner of the cliff. Qianwandi suddenly pulled the reins. Snowstorm Cloud gave a long neigh and stood up as tall as half a person.
The secret guards behind him who had rushed over after hearing the news threw themselves at his feet and shouted loudly, "Stop the Emperor!"
"Your Majesty!
You can't go!
The Thirteen Iron Guards are there! "
"It's dangerous, Your Majesty!
… "
The Thirteen Iron Guards, the whole world knew their names.
They were the thirteen most iron-blooded bodyguards by State Preceptor Zhuo's side. After going through fire and water for so many years, they were all top experts, and they were also masters who killed without blinking.
Zhang Kuo also wanted to stop Qianwandi. He rolled down from the back of the horse and just knelt in front of the Emperor. Suddenly, he saw in the sky not far away, a few bodyguards wearing thin black soft armor carrying Zhuo Yu. They lightly leaped from the treetops and quickly disappeared.
In mid-air, Zhuo Yu raised his head. He was completely carried by those people, as if he couldn't move at all.
But even if he couldn't move, his subordinates were not to be trifled with. A few secret guards wanted to chase after him, but they were all blown back by a few red-clothed girls who covered the rear with thunderbolt bombs.
The sound of a horse's neigh was heard, and a bodyguard rushed over and knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty!
Your Majesty, it's not good!
Your Majesty, quickly go back!
The Thirteen Iron Guards sent people to kill His Highness the King of Xi Wan Kingdom! "
Qianwandi didn't even turn his head and strode into the depths of the forest.
"Your Majesty!
The secret guard reported that before Zhuo Yu left, he gave the order to appoint a new monarch!
Xi Wan Kingdom is going to change again! "
Qianwandi was still walking towards the cliff.
"Your Majesty!
Young Master Shangguan, he … he climbed up with Lord Rong! "
The bodyguard who came to report was shocked to find that the high and mighty Emperor almost pushed him away and ran to the edge of the cliff as fast as he could.
Everyone saw that in the fierce mountain wind, Shangguan Mingde carried the unconscious Rong Shiba on his shoulders. He was almost hanging in his throat with his last breath as he staggered up the cliff.
No one could imagine how this young man who was not even twenty years old carried a living person up. They could only see that Shangguan Mingde's body was full of deep scratches that showed his bones. The blood and dust made him look battered and exhausted. But in that battered state, there was a sense of ruthlessness and persistence like a wolf, making him look incomparably fierce and terrifying.
Qianwandi rushed over.
At this time, Mingde took half a step back and gently avoided him.
He put the Rong Shiba on the ground.
Anyone could see that at this time, he only had a little bit of strength left in his throat. If he stood for a while, he might fall down the cliff with the Rong Shiba.
Mingde put down the Rong Shiba and supported himself on the mountain rock. He gasped for breath and said, "He's still alive."
The imperial physician who was ready at any time looked at the person on the ground who was covered in blood. Maybe he was still alive, but it was hard to say whether he could be saved.
Qianwandi almost knelt down in front of him. He could hear the despair in his own voice, "Mingde, go to the imperial physician first. You're injured. We can talk about other things later, okay?"
Mingde shook his head.
An indescribable light made his eyes look extremely bright, like the only starlight in the dark night.
He knelt on the ground, "This official protected you this time. Not to mention the merit, but at least I worked hard …"
His words were very improper, but at this time, no one cared so much about it.
"… This official wants to ask for a favor from Your Majesty …"
Qianwandi felt like he was going crazy.
What favor?
What favor could not be given?
What do you want that I will not give to you?
But not now!
You should go see the imperial physician now!
Mingde lowered his head.
This time, he really coughed. He swallowed a mouthful of blood as he coughed. It was as if his heart and lungs were being torn apart.
"If Your Majesty does not agree to this official's request, this official will kneel here today until Your Majesty agrees …"
"After you have your wounds bandaged, I will agree to anything you want!
Let the imperial physician take a look first! "
Mingde smiled. He could barely stand, so he leaned against the mountain rock again.
His arm was already bone, and Qianwandi could even see the white joints.
"Your Majesty, this official wants to be sent to Jiangnan … This official hopes that Your Majesty will agree now, otherwise …"
Qianwandi's mind buzzed.
Sent to Jiangnan, sent to Jiangnan again!
He was very surprised at how calm his voice was, "Agreeing later and agreeing now are the same. Besides, being sent to Jiangnan is not a small matter. It must be recorded with an imperial edict."
Mingde shook his head, "No, this official hopes that Your Majesty will agree in front of so many civil and military officials, in front of so many envoys from Xi Wan, and in front of everyone in the world!"
The mountain peak fiercely blew past. Qianwandi raised his head. His gaze swept across the faces of the civil and military officials and everyone in the world.
Some lowered their heads, some were at a loss, and some were panicking.
After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and said in a low voice, "… Granted."
Ming De wobbled and fell to his knees. Then, he fell to the ground with a thud.
Blood spurted out from where his bones were broken. In an instant, a small pool of blood formed on the ground. Qianwandi lowered his head. His face could be seen in the pool of blood. It was twisted like a resentful concubine who had been banished to the cold palace.