The sound of the copper bell was just a simple sound, a little crisp and a little ethereal, echoing in the courtyard, like the sound of a quiet valley.
No one felt anything strange, except Li Sizhao, who felt as if there were thousands of knives piercing his brain. He had never experienced such pain in his life.
All thoughts of resistance, escape, etc. were abandoned, leaving only endless pain in my mind.
The only thing he can do now is to instinctively injure his body and use the pain in his body to divert the pain in his head.
This didn't have much effect, but it was just his instinct, and it was impossible to tell whether it had any effect.
The ethereal sound of the copper bells, mixed with Li Sizhao's screams and wails, seemed to have turned into a body-fixing curse, firmly fixing Li Siyuan in place.
His whole body was shaking uncontrollably, as if he was struggling to break away from the curse.
The eyes that were no longer slightly squinted but widened showed that Li Siyuan could not calm down at the moment.
Except for the initial shrinkage of his pupils, they have remained in that state. The bright moonlight fell on Li Siyuan's body, and a little bit fell into his eyes, and the reflected light swayed slightly.
It seemed that the eyes in Li Siyuan's eyes were also trembling.
Li Sizhao's wailing screams and the ethereal copper bells filled Li Siyuan's ears, as if they had a special magic power that separated him from the world, and nothing outside could affect him.
Even the source of his fear, Li Keyong, drove the wheelchair towards him, turning a deaf ear to the increasingly louder sound of the axle turning.
"Boss, look, your brother is fighting for you, don't you want to fight back?"
It wasn't until Li Keyong's old and majestic voice, domineering and unwilling to refuse, that Li Siyuan woke up from his isolation from the world. He panted and turned his head to look at Li Keyong, his eyes still trembling.
Li Keyong used the wheelchair under him to get closer to Li Siyuan little by little, "Although your skills are not as good as mine, you are the Great Heavenly One after all. If you attack me sneakily at this time, you may not be unable to succeed!"
After the words fell completely, Li Keyong also came to Li Siyuan's side, but he did not take action against Li Siyuan. Instead, he handed over a sharp dagger to him.
"Maybe, you have a chance to escape?"
When Li Siyuan saw the dagger, his face suddenly turned pale and he opened his mouth in horror, as if he saw an ordinary person encountering a beast that chooses and devours people.
Maybe, you can escape?
Maybe, you will escape?
Maybe...
Li Keyong's voice continued to echo in Li Siyuan's mind. He raised his right hand tremblingly and reached for the dagger. He was struggling and fearful in his heart.
As Li Keyong's adopted son, how could Li Siyuan not understand what Li Keyong meant at this time? The real meaning of handing out the dagger was of course not to encourage him to sneak attack, but to let him kill himself.
Li Keyong killed him without even wanting to do it himself!
That's right, he was a majestic king, so how could he kill his adopted son with his own hands?
These traitors, they were all unworthy of the kindness of their adoptive father, and committed suicide because they had no shame in facing him.
Thinking of this, Li Siyuan couldn't help but feel cruel. He could hold the handle of the dagger and clenched it tightly with his palms, and his figure suddenly stood up.
But instead of attacking Li Keyong beside him, he ran in the direction of the Raojiang man who kept shaking the bell.
Does Li Siyuan want to save people?
No, to be more precise, Li Siyuan went towards Li Sizhao.
Li Sizhao trusted Li Siyuan very much and did not have any defensiveness. Not to mention that Li Sizhao, who was beating his head in pain at this time, had no ability to guard against others.
Just let Li Siyuan rush behind him, the sharp dagger glowed coldly under the bright white moonlight, easily piercing the outer layer of silk, breaking through the fragile skin of the human body, and plunged into the flesh. .
Li Sizhao's heart, which was beating fiercely due to pain, continued to expand and contract, and hit the sharp edge of the blade on its own.
**Every mortal body appears extremely fragile in front of a sword, let alone a heart wrapped tightly with fascia?
Without any suspense, the dagger pierced the heart, and the small tip of the blade came out of Li Sizhao's chest.
The heart that was beating vigorously did not stop immediately. It was beating slightly on the dagger, but the movements were getting weaker and smaller.
"Pfft~"
His heart was pierced, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from Li Sizhao's mouth.
Just like a flashback between life and death, Li Sizhao broke free from the witchcraft of the Raojiang people.
With difficulty, he turned around and saw that it was Li Siyuan. There was pain, shock, and unwillingness in his eyes, but there was no hatred.
"Brother..."
Li Sizhao used up the last of his strength to reach out to Li Siyuan, but in the end he failed to touch Li Siyuan and fell down midway.
His lips moved slightly, and he uttered the last whisper: "Run quickly..."
After hearing Li Sizhao's last voice, Li Siyuan's hand could no longer be as steady as when he held the dagger and stabbed Li Sizhao's body.
Li Sizhao's body fell, and Li Siyuan's hand trembled, unable to hold the dagger tightly. Although the dagger was pulled out of Li Sizhao's body, it fell to the ground with a "ding" sound.
Perhaps it was the crisp sound of the dagger hitting the ground that made Li Siyuan come back to his senses and consider his current situation.
Without caring about anything else, he casually wiped a handful of paste on his face, almost covering the blood stains from his sight. He quickly picked up the dagger, ran to Li Keyong and knelt down, crawled forward for a distance like a dog, and put his head on He was lying very low, but his hands were stretched high, holding the dagger that was still dripping blood.
"Father, give me a chance, give me..."
Li Keyong glanced at Li Siyuan with a condescending gaze, "When you hand this thing to me, do you want me to do it myself?"
Facing Li Keyong's cold words, Li Siyuan still wanted to beg, "Yi, foster father..."
Just as Li Siyuan spoke, Li Keyong suddenly drove the wheelchair forward. Li Siyuan quickly moved his knees to make way, but kept his movements unchanged in the process.
"诱辱辱辘~"
The axle rotated, and Li Keyong said slowly: "Rather than asking me to do it, boss, you'd better kill yourself!"
"My child, my child..."
Li Siyuan couldn't stop trembling and wanted to beg for mercy, but there was a voice in his mind that kept telling him.
This is impossible, Li Keyong cannot spare him!
Seeing that Li Siyuan was still hesitating, Li Ke held the dagger with his backhand and pointed it at Li Siyuan, "So, you must ask me to do it myself!"
While Li Siyuan was speaking, six Shang silently and slowly gathered around him.
But this extremely subtle footsteps sounded infinitely in Li Siyuan's ears, like a reminder from the Lord of Hell.
"slow……"
"well!"
Li Siyuan slammed his hands on the ground as if venting his anger, raising a slight dust and slightly changing the direction of the blood flowing on the ground.
"Thank you stepfather for helping me!"
Immediately, Li Siyuan looked up to the sky and let out a cry, raised his hand and used the Holy Qiankun Kung with all his strength, and suddenly slapped his head with a palm.
At this moment, an old voice sounded directly in his mind, "Fake death!"
"Bang!"
Although I hesitated for a moment with Li Siyuan's palm, he still slapped me hard on the forehead.
Maybe it’s people’s instinctive fear of death!
Although Li Keyong was aware of it, he didn't care.
The two Shang stepped forward to inspect the bodies of Li Siyuan and Li Sizhao respectively. After confirming their death, they nodded to Li Keyong at the same time.
After receiving Shang's confirmation, Li Keyong drove the wheelchair to slowly turn around and looked at Zhang Xuanling who was with everyone in Huanyinfang.
"The culprit Li Siyuan has been killed, and the grudge between Tianshi Mansion and Tongwen Mansion has been understood. However, the friendship between Zhang Zifan and Tongwen Mansion is still there. If Zhang Zifan wants to challenge both Tongwen Mansion and Tianshi Mansion in the future, I think it is all right for me. , what does the Heavenly Master think?"
