Do not kiss the king

Chapter 43 Returning to the Dream

Luo Xiang stood in front of the gate of Qi Chengdian, and three rows of courtiers knelt in front of the gate.

"Eunuch Luo, please let us meet the emperor—"

"The demon army is as powerful as a bamboo, and it has already reached Yuancheng!"

"If the emperor doesn't open the door again, I'm afraid that Huajing will also fall—!"

The heads of those ministers knocked on the bluestone floor, making large or small red marks, some cried and some complained.

But no matter what, the solemn door in front of him did not move at all.

Luo Xiang stood straight in front of the door, his face expressionless, but his voice shrill,

"My lords, it's not that our house doesn't open the door. If we disobey the emperor's order, we will lose our heads."

He has repeated these words more than ten times today.

But even if the ministers leave, new ones will come and kneel down.

It's not that the new emperor in Qi Chengdian didn't hear the prayers from outside, and it wasn't that he didn't know the urgency of the situation, but the thought of Chi Jinnian's face made him lose his mind.

He is a bird in a cage, a chick raised under the protection of his parents.

Before they grow up, they lost their parents.

Now, who can protect him.

Chi Chengqi knelt on the cushion, in front of him was a small golden Buddha statue and three sticks of incense.

After a while, he will be able to see the wild wolf that grew up in the desert again.

At that time, all accounts will be settled.

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Chi Jinnian stood on the street of Yuancheng, and at a glance, apart from his soldiers, there were only closed windows, hastily abandoned stalls, and rotten leafy vegetables all over the floor.

"My lord, bandage the wound on your hand."

Chi Jinnian turned his face sideways, and Li Wuyue stood peacefully holding a medicine box, a step away from him.

He didn't speak, but held out his hand to her.

Li Wuyue stepped forward, gently lifted the robe on his shoulders, and subconsciously frowned when she saw the blood oozing from the part where the battle armor was torn.

She took out a knife, cut open the battle armor, and then wiped Chi Jinnian's blood with a handkerchief, bit by bit.

At this time, the deputy general came over, saw her serious face, and looked at Chi Jinnian's face, and stopped in place without stepping forward.

Chi Jinnian noticed him, raised his chin at him, and motioned for him to come over.

"My lord."

The lieutenant ran over, bowed his head,

"All the civilians injured by the demon have settled down."

"As before, money was allocated to appease the family."

Chi Jinnian nodded, his eyes calm.

The wound on his arm was not small, but his expression didn't show any waves, as if it was an ordinary injury to him.

Li Wuyue wrapped up the gauze for him, he moved his arm, turned his face towards her, and his eyes fell on her dusty face.

"Li Wuyue."

He called out.

Li Wuyue's heart trembled, she subconsciously raised the back of her hand to wipe her face, but she didn't raise her head.

"My lord."

Chi Jinnian looked away, took out a money bag from his cuff with one hand, and put it in her hand.

"Get something to eat. And a comb."

She raised her eyes in surprise, and only then did she meet his calm gaze, something fell from her heart, and a flower popped out.

The prince turned his back and walked towards the barracks.

"After eating, go to the place where the residents are settled."

"If someone is seriously injured, treat them with all your heart."

Her pupils trembled crazily, and the distant figure of the prince was lonely, but tall and straight.

In fact, she has always known that this cruel and ruthless prince is not hard-hearted.

The reason why he is said to be cold by nature is just an excuse for him not to love himself.

He doesn't love himself, so it's better to be cold by nature, and don't love others.

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In the moonlight, the man put the young master in front of the stone steps of the temple.

In the lonely temple in the desert, there are more than ten years between the young master sitting on the stone steps and the demon who dare not approach the Buddhist gate.

"Fang Shiyun."

The young master raised a hand tremblingly, not touching the scar on the man's face, but following the arc of the scar.

"Why did you become a demon?"

"Or, you used to be, but I can't see through."

The demon knelt in front of him on one knee, protecting his arm with one hand, and circled a story that belonged only to the two of them. "I have yin and yang blood on my body."

"My life is very valuable to the Demon King."

"If you become a demon, you will have the power to protect you."

Ruan Yuan closed his eyes in pain, breathing convulsively.

He dropped his hands, and the last line of tears fell.

"It's too late for you to say protect me now."

"I don't want to watch you kill everyone around me, and I don't want to go with you."

"Fang Shiyun, it's too difficult."

"What you said and what you did were all at the wrong time."

Fang Shiyun didn't speak, but lowered her head, her tears were warm, and she was in a mess.

Suddenly, there was some noise around them, and the two of them straightened up, and suddenly a white figure flew out, covering the moon.

Ruan Yuan took a deep breath, stood up quickly, and the monster in front of him had been thrown to the ground far away.

He regained his composure and saw them wrestling together, the stone walls of the tall temple trembled again and again from the impact of one of them.

"Gu Cong..."

His voice was trembling, the movements of the two people were too fast to be seen clearly, only the yellow sand dyed black was flying.

Suddenly, something scalded his neck, and a flickering flame appeared behind him.

Ruan Yuan suddenly turned his head and saw a strange man, holding a torch in his hand, standing not far away, sparks flying everywhere.

The man narrowed his eyes, looked at the two people wrapped in yellow sand, and suddenly said,

"Has a tail..."

"No, it's a demon!"

After he finished speaking, he took a big step towards Ruan Yuan and handed him the torch.

"Hurry up! Monsters are afraid of fire!"

"Use this to burn them!"

burn them...

When these four words came out of the man's mouth, a big stone hit the bottom of his heart, bloody and bloody.

Gu Cong, Fang Shiyun, which one can he kill with his own hands...

Ruan Yuan froze in place, looking at the strange man's face through the flickering light of the fire.

"princess!"

Gu Cong's voice came from the other side, Ruan Yuan's breath stopped, and he turned his face to see that he was pressing Fang Shiyun to the ground with bloody hands.

"Throw over the torch!"

"quick!!!"

This was the first time he saw Gu Cong's serious expression in a long time.

In my impression, Mr. Gu always keeps his head down and his eyes down. He is so gentle and elegant, as if he has all the tenderness in the world at his fingertips.

But tonight, Mr. Gu, with red eyes, asked him to throw a torch.

Ruan Yuan shook his head, was shot by the painful eyes of the two people over there, subconsciously took a step back,

"no no…."

"Throw the torch, and you will all die..."

Gu Cong suppressed Fang Shiyun, and made a forbearing and ruthless voice, but the eyes that fell on Ruan Yuan were full of affection,

"Princess, I promised my lord..."

"I will definitely let you wait until he..."

Ruan Yuan met his gaze, and felt that the blood in his body was surging, and every blood vessel began to block.

He remembered Baguio saying "it hurts so much" before closing his eyes, Zhihua telling him "I want to live", and thinking of the blooming pagoda tree...

Can't die, can't die...

The blood vessels exploded, and the vision began to blur. The light of the torch faltered, and fell from the strange man's hand to the two fighting over there.

"what----"

Ruan Yuan yelled, facing the sky full of stars, fell to the ground.

The young master who held his hand and ran all over the courtyard, holding an umbrella for him.

The young man who followed him from afar and took out a flower from the bamboo basket.

Why all of a sudden, all disappeared.

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Under the locust tree, the tall figure of the prince stood in front of the stone table.

He was wearing that black moiré coat with his back to this side.

A Sophora japonica flower fell on the tip of his nose, and he stretched out his hand to twirl it gently.

Then he turned his head and looked at this side, his gentle and steady eyes aroused the obsession in his heart.

He stretched out his hand to the hem of the clothes and lifted it up, walking very fast, stepping on someone's blood.

Jin Lang, Jin Lang.

You're back.

The line of defense collapsed in front of this person, and the sobs gradually turned into wailing, with gradually heavy breathing coming out of his throat over and over again.

The prince opened his arms, and he took the initiative to enter his embrace, and the familiar smell surrounded his broken heart.

"You're back."

"you win."

"Are you going to pick me up?"

Every word was squeezed out from the sobs, with thoughts soaked by time.

The man's warm hand touched the top of his head.

"I lost."

Eyes open, breathing stagnant.

"I have nothing now."

"Are you still willing to come with me?"

Jin Lang lost, but the tears flowed, why did he feel relieved.

Yes, what does it matter if you lose.

What he has been looking forward to is to leave people and return.

Arms tightened, head rubbed against the man's chest,

"When you come back, I'll have everything."

"Jin Lang, you can go anywhere, a horse, a carriage, you and me."

The prince's chuckle came from above his head.

"Okay."

"I'll let Gu Cong go buy a carriage."

"The white horse is just outside."

Gu Cong... Young Master Gu...

A small corner of the heart suddenly broke open, and warm blood and tears flowed out.

"Ma'am, where is Gu Cong?"

"Let him protect you before I leave."

A pink mountain laurel flower appeared in the palm of the hand, and the clothes of the young man in white were suddenly stained with blood.

Struggling to regain consciousness, the young man's voice echoed in his ears again.

"I promised my lord..."

"I will definitely let you wait until he..."

Now the prince is back, what about you, what about you.

The nerves all over his body began to ache, and the prince's embrace gradually became colder, this unrealistic illusion was getting further and further away.

"Jin Lang—!"

Ruan Yuan shouted, opened his eyes, and the tears accumulated in his eyes burst out.

The young master sitting next to him was quite frightened by his voice, clutching a piece of cloth tightly, staring at his face nervously.

Ruan Yuan looked at him, and he looked at Ruan Yuan.

The strings of memory were suddenly plucked.

Their eyes widened at the same time.

"Young Master Ruan!"

"Prince Prince?"

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The author has something to say:

Author: "The prequel of Farewell to the Overlord, The Glory of the Disastrous Star, is now available for collection. After the update, this book will be seamlessly connected and short in length. Welcome everyone to read Chi Jinnian (bushi) who is the villain"

Gao Zhao: "Okay, I'll say it first!" [Unhappy]

Author:...

Liu Siye [laughs]: "He's always been like this, don't blame him."

Author Jun: "You are too tolerant of him."

Su Yulie: "I'm the other hero??? What's going on with Liu Siye?" [Unhappy]

Ruan Yuan: "Huh? I think I heard Liu Siye?" [Suddenly Probe]

The author is flustered.

In short, the scene was chaotic.

ps: This book is not going to end soon, I just want to make an advertisement suddenly)