King’s Landing

Looking at the sword in front of him that flashed with cold light, the man's body trembled even more, as if shaking into a sieve.

At this time, Zong Zheng Lingjue's right hand gently stabbed his chin, his eyes were indifferent and bloodthirsty.

He looked at the shivering man below, and said word by word without any emotion in his voice: "I have given you three days, and you failed to seize this opportunity."

Then, his tone suddenly changed, this time with a strange sense of excitement and pleasure: "You should know my rules, just here."

This sentence may sound a little inexplicable, but the man has been working under Zong Zhengling Jue for decades, so he naturally knows what Zong Zheng Lingjue is referring to.

Those who fail to complete their tasks, die.

And this sword was naturally used to end his life.

self-finished.

If I really want to say it, Zong Zhengling Jue has already given him a more decent way to die because of his hard work for so many years.

Otherwise, his punishment methods are numerous, and every one of them can make a soldier who has experienced countless lives and deaths on the battlefield terrified.

That's right, for Zongzheng Lingjue, being able to let you die happily is already a great grace.

But the man doesn't want to die.

His originally shrunk eyes shrank fiercely when he touched the cold light of the sword.

When he looked at Zongzheng Lingjue again, in addition to fear, there was more anger and resentment in his expression.

He has long known that this person is a devil, and it is difficult to be loyal to him, but he did not expect this day to come so soon.

"Zongzheng Lingjue, you are a devil!" The man roared almost hysterically: "You are an inhuman lunatic raised by a dog!"

"I've been working under you for so many **** years, and you don't show any sympathy! You can't die!"

However, Zong Zhenglingjue listened to his scolding, but he was not moved at all. Instead, there was a long-lost interest on his face: "Oh? Are these your last words?"

He even shook his head with some regret and disappointment: "Tsk, no, this psychological quality. I thought you would beg for mercy, or fight for it according to reason."

The man sneered, his voice hoarse and full of despair: "Is it useful to beg for mercy?"

Zong Zheng Lingjue laughed happily when he heard the words, but the words that came out of his mouth were extremely cold: "Naturally there is not."

The man stared at Zong Zheng Ling Jue's face angrily, and then suddenly laughed loudly, like the wailing of a lone wolf before his death, crying blood.

The next second, the man stepped forward and picked up the sword on the ground, and looked at Zong Zhenglingjue: "What I did has nothing to do with my family, promise me to let them go."

Zong Zhengling gave him a cold look with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth: "Of course, as long as you obediently commit suicide."

Having received this promise, the man raised his head without hesitation, and the sword in his hand slashed ruthlessly down his neck.

In an instant, countless bright red blood was sprayed out, and it was sprayed on the ground, and the man's body also fell softly with a thud, paralyzed on the ground motionless, no longer alive.

Zong Zheng Lingjue looked down at the man's body from top to bottom, his deep black eyes didn't know what he was thinking, but there was a hint of mockery.

As time passed by, he didn't speak, and the man's body just lay there motionless.

I don't know if it was a minute or an hour, Zong Zhengling suddenly spoke up.

He opened his mouth, this time with a smile: "Ren San, let's go."

He didn't finish his words, but the man named Ren San suddenly appeared in the hall, seemed to fully understand what Zong Zhengling wanted to do, and immediately walked towards the body of the man on the ground.

He walked over, raised the sword in his hand high, and then stabbed the man's heart fiercely without hesitation.

"Push."

Accompanied by a slight rubbing sound of a knife piercing the flesh, the man's body actually spasmed violently, and at the same time, several strands of blood rushed out from his chest.

This is nothing, I saw that the man's eyes, which had been closed tightly, suddenly opened.

He opened his eyes and looked at Zongzheng Lingjue's expression full of resentment and disbelief. His facial features were almost twisted together, and his voice was shattered by the surging blood: "Why...why... . . . "

However, before he had time to ask, he closed his eyes completely, and this time there was no possibility of surviving.

After Ren San did all of this, he once again hid in an unknown corner with an expressionless face.

And Zong Zheng Ling Jue looked at the man's dead body that couldn't die any longer, but raised the corners of his eyes mockingly, and didn't bother to say a single extra sentence.

He waved his hand to let the servants carry the corpse down for disposal, and then Zong Zhengling opened his brain with a calm expression, as if the person who died just now was not a loyal servant who had followed him for decades.

He turned on the projection of the light brain, flipped through it a few times at random, and suddenly began to speak like a murmuring to himself:

"Is there already so many people..."

"Tsk, I'm actually hated by so many people, huh."

"Everyone wants to overthrow me."

"Am I really doing something wrong?"

"No, I did nothing wrong!"

"It was them who were wrong!"

"Obviously they are all citizens of the empire! Shouldn't they unconditionally obey the orders of the lord of my empire!"

"The king wants the minister to die and the minister has to die!"

"Obviously they are disobedient and unfaithful!"

"It's their fault!"

"Damn them all!"

"Damn it!"

"Go to hell!"

"..."

After maintaining this state for several minutes, Zong Zhengling finally calmed down from the turbulent emotions.

Then he narrowed his eyes fiercely, and his voice was ruthless and determined as if he was desperate: "I didn't want to use this last resort...you forced me, you forced me..."

Then, he operated a few times on the 3D projection in front of him, and then a window popped up, which seemed to be a dialog window.

It's just that the light on the opposite side is very dim, and it is almost impossible to see who the guy on the opposite side is.

However, Zong Zhengling Jue didn't seem to care about the other party's rudeness at all, his eyes were red and bloodshot, as if the person who was about to drown grabbed the last straw, and said in a hoarse voice: "I think about it. Agree with your plan."

The other side was silent for a long time, until Zong Zhengling was a little impatient, and finally gave an answer.

It was a very muffled and muddy voice, and it took a lot of effort to even understand it.

And this answer is also very short, only one word:

"……it is good."

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