"I'll give you a share of my power, go and fight against the cruel fate, don't give in." The man's long golden hair moved without wind, and the divine ring behind his head became brighter and brighter.
The big sword in his hand seemed to have its own consciousness. On one side, a golden divine light rose, reflecting and burning all the suffering in the world. On the other side, a blue-black demonic flame rose, as if it was going to burn the entire heaven to ashes.
The power of this god and one demon is so contradictory and distinct.
But it is full of a strange coordination.
"What do I need to pay?" Tian Yan looked up at the other party and asked.
This is a true god, a true strong man. Such a person is worthy of Tian Yan looking up to him today.
"It's up to you, as long as you can trade." God said compassionately.
The tone was obviously as cold as ice, but it inexplicably gave people a sense of compassion and peace.
"Why?"
"We are born into our clan, how can we abandon them so lightly?!" the god smiled.
That smile is so free and easy.
…
Xianyang, Luowang headquarters.
"Come here!" Zhao Gao said as he knelt down in front of the table.
The table in front of me looked plain and unremarkable.
A white jade cup stands on his table.
Zhao Gao raised his hand, picked up the jug, and quietly poured the blood-red liquid in the jug into the cup.
A spider slowly lingered in his hand, which was in sharp contrast to Zhao Gao's slender hands with distinct knuckles and weird blood-red nails.
But with a strange sense of coordination.
It is difficult for you to describe what kind of person Zhao Gao is.
According to history, he was just a clown who was pushed to a high position by the tide of the times. He eventually brought disaster upon himself, and the Qin Empire was also destroyed under his single-handed planning.
But under that black and red robe, that ghost-like figure, under that short blood-red hair, his eyes were unfathomable, like the abyss and the sea, but they made people think that he was not that simple.
A clown cannot overcome the trap and make it prosper.
He left his name in history.
It’s just that many shocking truths are passing by in the wind, unknown to anyone.
As Han Fei said: The ripples on the water will eventually dissipate, but there will always be people who remember that the wind once blew.
But no matter what, the ripples on the water eventually dissipated, and no matter how future generations remembered the gust of wind, it was difficult to fully reveal the entire ripples.
"Here is my subordinate." It was a middle-aged man with sharp eyes. He wore a long sword at his waist. Although it was not a famous sword, it was still a rare sharp blade. The man's name was Lu Goujian, and he was an extremely outstanding swordsman. After being forced to join the trap, he was used by Zhao Gao as a few messengers around him.
His first mission when he came to Luowang was to silence him.
Silence his ex.
He still remembers the last words left by his predecessor before his death: "Is this the end of the road?"
He also remembered how nervous he was before completing the task, and a trace of cold sweat flowed from his forehead.
But the task was completed surprisingly smoothly.
At that time, the leader of Luo Sheng was still Lu Buwei, and he happily told Lu Buwei that he had completed the task.
Only now did he understand why that happened.
The more he did the task of delivering information, the more he knew more than he should have known.
People like them will be silenced after they lose their use value, because they know too much, and once they are discovered by interested people, it will be a huge loss to the snare.
He will also be killed by a young man in the future...
Now think about how ironic everything is?
Surviving as a weapon in a trap, their life is monotonous and the end can be seen at a glance.
Live just for the sake of living.
Only by throwing away meaningless feelings can you go further.
The sword wielder's greed for anything other than the sword will become a swordsman's weakness.
Even the most powerful Black and White Xuanjian could not avoid the calamity caused by such a weakness.
Who is Black and White Xuanjian?
Among the killers who were at the same time as him at that time, no one was his opponent.
Even among the powerful "Tianzihao", it is one of the best.
The only people he knew who could suppress Xuanjian were Lu Buwei, the leader of Luowang at the time, and the extremely senior, powerful and mysterious Master Zhiri.
But even Master Xuanjian, who was so powerful, still died.
Died in a disaster caused by "love".
How about Lu Buwei?
The leader of Luowen, the prime minister of the Qin State, had power over the government and the public. When he was there, the power of the prime minister exceeded the power of the king.
But where is Lu Buwei now?
For an organization like Luowen, even the leader can be given up for the sake of profit.
His fate has already been arranged by Huanghuang's general trend.
Unable to resist, because resisting will only bring about a greater disaster...
The ruthless era has never given people like them the right to choose.
"Sir, what are your orders?" Lu Goujian stepped forward, held a sword in his left hand and bowed respectfully to Zhao Gao.
"Go to Yandu and tell Mr. Jing salamander that after completing this task, "his" next task is to go to the Little Saint Xian Manor in the land of Qilu to find out a secret for me. As for what the secret is, we will wait. He will find out when he arrives." Zhao Gao smiled sadly.
He held the jade cup quietly in his right hand and shook it slightly.
The strange hands with long nails and the blood-red liquid rippling in the cup formed an extremely strange picture.
"I understand." Lu Goujian heard this and did not dare to ask any more questions. He quickly saluted and then exited the door, preparing to go out.
Zhao Gao was left alone in the room.
Those abyss-like eyes stared quietly at his own reflection in the blood-red liquid in the cup...
It's autumn in a flash, and the wind is picking up...
Roll up a few fallen leaves from the horizon and float by.
When no one remembers...
…
Outside Yandu.
Concubine Yan is still wearing the beautiful blood red Yin Yang family costume.
In front of him, Wei Zhuang's face was light and cloudy. His black robe and white hair were fluttering in the wind. He looked evil and charming, and his domineering attitude was revealed.
"Mr. Wei Zhuang, when will you fulfill your promise?
If you fail to complete it, it will be a big blow to Quicksand’s reputation. "Concubine Yan ran towards Wei Zhuang Road with some yin and yang.
"I originally thought that killing Yan Chunjun and others and severely damaging Luo Sheng would make them take action. Now it seems that they are far more calm than I thought." Wei Zhuang ignored Concubine Yan and said indifferently.
Both hands were holding the shark-tooth sword standing in front of him.
"But it doesn't matter. Your prince assassinated King Qin Zheng. King Qin was furious and there was no way he would not pursue Yan Dan. When the time comes, the Frightened Salamander will naturally appear." Wei Zhuang said with a cold smile.
"Alas." Concubine Yan sighed, Luo Wang fought with the Mo family, no matter what the outcome was, Liusha just sat back and watched the success or failure.
