"The Gate of Hell has disappeared, at least it won't appear again in the next few days."
"So, Lingshan, Heavenly Court will definitely turn the spearhead towards the capital."
"I want to know if Zhang Ziliang left any notes before his death."
All day long, Zhao Hai had been dealing with complicated official duties. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and looked at Li Xinghe and asked.
"Note?"
Li Xinghe was startled.
Zhao Hai had been carefully observing Li Xinghe's reaction. After confirming that the team leader had not been given a backup plan, he felt helpless.
Zhang Ziliang must be too protective of this team leader.
Since he was able to confidently strike out with that sword and go to death calmly, and even told Yang Chen to kill himself if something happened to him, it would prove that Zhang Ziliang was confident that even without him, Zhao Hai, these three times of Yongye Get through.
And all of Zhang Ziliang's plans seemed to completely avoid Li Xinghe.
In any case, Li Xinghe is also the number one expert in the Tian group.
Even Zhao Hai didn't know whether Zhang Ziliang simply wanted to protect him or if he really didn't need it.
To be honest, Zhao Hai is actually still a little confused.
The Immortal Emperor is indeed very strong. This extremely terrifying personal strength has indeed become the winner in wars.
But it's not completely unsolvable. You have to sacrifice yourself, one for one.
Therefore, Zhao Hai always felt that Zhang Ziliang did not take his own life too seriously, and his death was a bit sudden.
Li Xinghe seemed to see what Zhao Hai was thinking, and sat opposite him: "It feels weird, isn't it?"
Zhao Hai nodded lightly.
Li Xinghe glanced at this familiar office with a complicated expression, feeling a little lonely: "Do you know the pain that a sword keeper has to go through every day?"
"With just three to five years of sword training, you can kill the Six Imperial Guards. It sounds incredible. If everyone practiced it, wouldn't the Tian group be invincible?"
Li Xinghe smiled bitterly: "Raising a sword is a sharp energy in the chest. This sharp energy constantly absorbs the surrounding energy and expands itself, but every time it expands, it is the internal organs of the person who raises the sword that are damaged."
"Every day, their internal organs will be broken into pieces at least once, and then healed again, and the cycle repeats."
"That kind of pain is heartbreaking."
"And the kind I'm talking about are just ordinary sword keepers."
"With their progress, it can take up to one year. If this sword is not cut out, the person will die on his own."
With that said, Li Xinghe casually opened the drawer on Zhang Ziliang's coffee table. He seemed to be very familiar with everything here. He naturally found a hidden compartment in the drawer, which contained a box of low-quality cigarettes.
"This guy said he wouldn't be smoked."
Li Xinghe murmured to himself, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, held it in his mouth, and lit it.
Let the choking smoke flow down your throat and enter your body.
"The one I mentioned before is a simplified version improved after Zhang Ziliang's research."
"The kind he practiced by himself, the internal organs are in a state of being broken and healed all the time, without any time to breathe."
"I tried it once, but the pain was unbearable."
"But he has been enduring it for more than three years, and even has to work and eat in this state..."
After hearing Li Xinghe's words, Zhao Hai's expression finally changed.
because...
He had been staying with Zhang Ziliang for a long time, and during this period he had hardly seen anything wrong with Zhang Ziliang's expression.
This guy...
Be so cruel to yourself.
At least Zhao Hai thinks that he can never do it.
Moreover, what he endured was not even for himself.
"Everyone has a limit."
"Zhang Ziliang has reached this limit. If he doesn't strike out with this sword, he will be the one to be torn apart by his sharp energy."
Li Xinghe just looked at Zhao Hai with a smile and continued: "The most important thing is that Zhang Ziliang's sword can reach the world and directly point to the rules of the world."
Li Xinghe's expression gradually became serious, and his voice was solemn: "With one sword strike, you can see the fate of the human race. If the fate is approaching, you can change it!"
"So, when Zhang Ziliang kills with one sword and there is no follow-up, it means that the human race's luck is endless."
"This is his last sentence... After this sword is passed, the human race will have no worries."
"In the end, we are not sure whether we can keep the human race under this general trend. The three eternal nights are a good node. Therefore, at the end of his life, Zhang Ziliang took a look at the fate of the human race."
After saying that, the cigarette held by Li Xinghe's fingertips had burned out.
"It's so choking..."
At this moment, he knew why Zhang Ziliang kept pumping one penis after another.
Maybe...
Only this strong smoke can relieve the pain in his body.
Zhao Hai listened carefully to Li Xinghe telling all the secrets about Zhang Ziliang, and was somewhat silent.
It turns out that what I saw was just the side Zhang Ziliang wanted to show?
He always thought that his intelligence was higher than Zhang Ziliang's, but his emotional intelligence was slightly inferior.
but now...
He was questioning himself a little.
If I fall into that kind of absolute pain every day, can I really plot against the heavens without changing my expression?
Can't do it.
He already had the answer in his mind.
Before, I was still thinking that he was just taking over Zhang Ziliang's job and leading the team to move forward.
As for the successor...
As the inheritor of Xinhuo, he is on the same level as Zhang Ziliang, so what is there to inherit?
But now, he suddenly felt that maybe... he was really just an inheritor.
Inherit Zhang Ziliang’s will and spirit.
If Zhang Ziliang didn't have those constraints and fetters, how terrifying would he be if he were a complete person?
He silently picked up the low-quality, crudely made cigarette on the coffee table, lit one for himself, let the choking smoke inhale into his lungs, and coughed violently.
But even so, he didn't kill it.
Perhaps only when smoking can you immerse yourself in Zhang Ziliang and understand his every thought.
