Fighter of the Destiny

Zhou Tong struggled and crawled in the snow, his throat gurgling, which eventually turned into a weak, crying cry.

Save me...someone will save me...

His screams and cries before were somewhat disguised. However, from the underground prison, to the small courtyard full of sunshine, to the long street full of cold snow, he kept running and chasing hope, but was disappointed again and again. Until this time, he finally despaired, and his will was like being destroyed. The floods gave way to the collapse of levees.

He cried out in pain, and some of the blood on his face was washed away by old tears, and then condensed by the cold wind and turned into a paste-like shell, which was very ugly.

His cry was like that of a night owl, extremely difficult to hear.

As the most famous cruel official, Zhou Tong has never forgiven the world. He has had any goodwill towards the world and saved the world once. Naturally, this world is absolutely cold to him, and he will not forgive him, nor will he. Someone will come to save him. The lights on the safe road gradually fade away, and his road ahead becomes dark.

Several mansions are still open, and the one closest to Zhou Tong is the Palace of the Prince of Zhongshan. The lights were brightly lit in the depths of the palace. King Zhongshan was sitting on a chair, holding a frozen pear in his hand. He recalled Zhou Tong's miserable appearance in front of the palace, and felt so happy. Even the pear was a little sweeter.

A royal official stood by and stopped talking, I always feel something is wrong.

What's wrong? I've long wanted to tear this old dog into pieces.

The King of Zhongshan was silent for a moment and said, And what Mo Yu said makes sense. Regardless of whether I am sentimental or merciless, it is a blessing that I can live to this day.

The subordinate officer was very surprised. He didn't expect that the prince was really moved by Mo Yu's words.

You must know that among the princes scattered in various states and counties over the years, the king of Zhongshan was in the worst condition. Compared with the princes of the collateral line who were poisoned to death, he did survive, but he was forced to eat feces and pretend to be crazy... ...This is a more terrifying experience than death.

Does shit taste good? Of course it doesn't, but have you ever thought that if that woman could force me to eat shit, wouldn't she know that I was pretending to be crazy?

The King of Zhongshan said expressionlessly: Of course she knew I was pretending to be crazy. The reason why she didn't point it out was because she liked to watch me eat shit, but at least she didn't let me die. Compared with death, eating shit What does it count? Among us who were born into the emperor’s family, which one of us doesn’t have the ability to eat shit?”

More than a dozen royal palaces closed their doors for different reasons, blocking Zhou Tong from the door.

The most honest and timid King Lou Yang was hiding in the deepest part of the three-layer quilt. While he was worried about the safety of his acquaintance Mo Yu, he silently spoke ill of Zhou Tong in his heart.

The most mature, prudent and powerful Prime Minister is not in the palace at all today.

The door of the Prime Minister's Mansion was open, and the young King Chen Liu stood in the light, with a calm expression and a hint of worry on his eyebrows.

Zhou Tong crawled across the snow, and Mo Yu came over.

King Chen Liu ignored Zhou Tong and said to Mo Yu: It's almost done.

Mo Yu ignored him and continued to hold the sword as a whip, driving Zhou Tong forward who was covered in blood.

At the end of Ping'an Road is a large courtyard, which is extremely exquisite and luxuriously decorated, not even comparable to the newly built Prime Minister's Palace.

This is the Tianhai family, the truly most powerful family in the entire continent for the past two hundred years. The important figures of the Tianhai family, such as the patriarch Tianhai Chengwu and several elders, naturally would not stay in Kyoto at such a sensitive time tonight, and had already gone to the manor on the outskirts of Beijing.

The door is open, the lights are bright, Tianhai Shengxue stands under the light, white clothes Shengxue.

Zhou Tong crawled across the snow in front of the door and glanced at him with hatred in his eyes, but he no longer had the strength to say anything whether it was asking for help or insulting him.

A string of laughter sounded like silver bells, and then gradually turned into crying.

Princess Pingguo was blocked by Tianhai Shengxue.

After the palace change, she was taken back by the Tianhai family, and it was said that she might marry King Chenliu in a while.

Looking at Zhou Tong struggling and crawling in the snow, she smiled crazily, with tears all over her beautiful face.

You look like a dog today!

She shouted to Zhou Tong, which sounded like a curse.

Tianhai Shengxue didn't stop her, he just held her shoulders to prevent her from attacking Zhou Tong out of impulse.

He looked at Mo Yu who was covered in blood and said seriously: It's almost done.

This has the same meaning as what King Chen Liu said.

Mo Yu is the one the court must capture, ranking first.

Mo Yu still didn't speak. When she returned to Kyoto, she never thought about leaving alive.

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Zhou Tong was already unconscious, and even despair and anger had withdrawn from his consciousness. At the last moment, there was only one question.

Why didn't anyone come to save me? Dean Shang only needs to move a finger to keep me alive. Why do I have to die?

Just like those giant beasts in the northern snowfields, when they sense that they are about to die, they often subconsciously go to the most familiar place and wait for death to come.

For Zhou Tong, the place he is most familiar with is of course the small courtyard in Beibingmasi Hutong, so he is heading there.

It was actually very close to Ping An Road. When the Xue Mansion held a sacrifice, that was why he was able to rush there with his subordinates so quickly.

It's just that the journey will become very long if he has to crawl through the snow-covered streets, not to mention that the sword light will still light up behind him from time to time.

Mo Yu still swung his sword from time to time, and every time the sword fell, a piece of flesh would be cut off from Zhou Tong's body.

Zhou Tong's blood was almost gone, and his screams became weaker and weaker until they were unheard, like a senseless wooden man crawling on the snow.

Crowds of onlookers appeared on both sides of the street. They watched Zhou Tong, who was covered in blood, being cut and humiliated. After the initial shock, it turned into some kind of extreme pleasure, and even every time Mo Yu waved When the sword cuts off a piece of Zhoutong's flesh, the crowd cheers.

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There is still light snow falling in the sky, and there are already stars in the night sky in the west.

The ground of the courtyard in Beibingmasi Alley has been destroyed, cut into countless pieces by countless sharp swords.

Zhou Prison was truly destroyed. Whether it was the buildings on the ground, the dungeons, or the cells hidden in the deepest part of the ground, their true appearance was revealed.

Those torture instruments covered with residual blood and human body fragments, those severed limbs and corpses formed a purgatory on earth.

Xue He opened the doors of all the cells in advance, and the less injured prisoners fled in all directions. Only those who were seriously injured and about to die remained in place.

Those prisoners who have endured countless tortures are the most direct proof of this hell on earth.

The starlight falls on the prison, and the sacred beauty and purity are in sharp contrast with the bloody, dirty and ugly.

There was dead silence.

Xiaode and the military masters killed many people, and the assassins of Tianji Pavilion were extremely vicious, but they had never seen such a tragic situation. Even the officials of the Qing Dynasty Department looked at the blood-covered prison cells and the bizarre The torture instruments also felt a bit disgusting. They had obviously seen them many times and had tortured them countless times themselves.

Or maybe it's because these bloody and ugly scenes have never been exposed to the light of day like they are now.

No trace of Zhou Tong was found.

There were a lot of noisy sounds coming from outside the courtyard, but there was also a strange sense of tranquility.

Chen Changsheng was covered in blood, and he didn't know whether it was his own or someone else's.

He walked out of the courtyard, all his swords sheathed, but no one stopped him.

The street was full of people and it was completely dark, except for a large space in the middle.

Zhou Tong was lying on the snow, dying. There were wounds all over his body. No one could count the number. It would be an exaggeration to say that he had been cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.

Chen Changsheng walked up to him.

Zhou Tong looked up at him with great difficulty, and actually recognized who he was, giving birth to the last hope in his heart.

In his opinion, Chen Changsheng must hate himself very much, otherwise he would not be so intent on killing him.

He was not afraid that Chen Changsheng would hate him, he was just afraid that Chen Changsheng would not hate him enough.

He firmly believes that he understands people's hearts very well, and the more he hates them, the more reluctant he is to let his enemies die.

Come on, cut me more times, torture me, humiliate me, castrate me, feed me lard, make me the most ugly fat person, and then squeeze out my oil and light a lamp!

No matter what, as long as you don't kill me on the spot.

I beg you.

Not sure if he heard Zhou Tong's thoughts, Chen Changsheng drew his sword.

There was no humiliation or torture, no cold revenge, just a clear sword light and pure killing intent.

With a sneer, a thin line of blood appeared on Zhou Tong's neck, then quickly spread and widened, finally separating his head from his body.

Zhou Tong died, with his eyes open and confused.

Probably because I don't understand why it is so simple?

Chen Changsheng didn't look at Zhou Tong's body again, walked up to Mo Yu and said, You're here.

Mo Yu said, Yes, I'm here.

She felt a little tired and sat directly on the snow.

Chen Changsheng also felt a little tired and sat next to her on the snow.

The shadows on the street corner fluctuated slightly, and Zhishuo showed his figure. He was also very tired, but he did not sit in the snow because he knew that there would be a battle next.

The ground shook, the snow loosened, and the sound of hooves sounded like wind and rain.

Hundreds of Yulin troops riding black armor came to the venue.

Xiaode and other court masters were scattered around.

More than ten Taoist priests in green clothes also came here at some time, and their realm is unpredictable.

Suddenly, there was the sound of hoofbeats again, and a young eunuch arrived on horseback, holding a bright yellow imperial edict in his hand.

The imperial edict naturally comes from the palace.

The young eunuch announced Zhou Tong's charges in public, totaling twenty-two.

The twenty-two charges were calculated after the fact. At that time, no one could remember anything too specific.

Everyone was in shock, whether it was the officials of the Qing Li Division or the soldiers of the Habayashi Army.

Chen Changsheng did not remember the scene at that time.

He only remembered that the little eunuch's voice was a bit high-pitched, a bit erratic, sometimes near and sometimes far away, in short, it didn't seem real.

He still vaguely remembered that Ling Chi seemed to be mentioned at the end of the imperial edict.

But at this time, Zhou Tong had turned into a bloody corpse with two severed heads on the snow.

There is no way to express gratitude.

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(First, I wish you all a happy New Year, good health to the whole family, and all the best. Second, this chapter is very enjoyable to write. Third, I haven’t asked for a monthly pass this year. There is only one hour left today and I have nothing to do. I want to ask everyone for a monthly pass. Please Please help me vote. Of course, I will continue to vote next year, and it will only take this one hour. Fourth, the title of today’s chapter is good. When I wrote it, I suddenly thought of the sword in the snow...)