How could he not hate it!

"The person who ruined you was the old leader of the Xin Kingdom. He was the mastermind, but you used the pain you suffered as the sword of Shang Fang's legal corruption. Because of everything you experienced in the past, you have reasonable and legal reasons to do evil. In your opinion,

Come on, all your words and deeds are revenge on your enemies and compensation for your past self. What an arrogant and arrogant idea. Zheng Qiao, does your pain have any causal relationship with the world? You are just using pain as an excuse to squander wantonly

Use the power in your hands to satisfy your selfish desires."

Zheng Qiao laughed and sneered.

The peaks of my eyebrows gathered together due to the increasingly obvious severe pain in my body.

"You're trying to reason with a madman?"

Shen Tang crossed his arms and looked at Zheng Qiao, shook his head and said in a low voice: "Crazy? But, I think you are quite sober."

Zheng Qiao was clearly going crazy while sober.

"Haha - poof -"

Just as Zheng Qiao was about to sneer, he felt a sudden pain in his abdomen. The severe pain instantly spread throughout his limbs and bones. His throat spasmed and he vomited out a mouthful of thick black blood. His face was visibly pale, and his fingernails clenched tightly along with his clenched fists.

Embed in the palm of your hand.

He took a few deep breaths, trembling all over.

With a mute voice, he raised his eyes to look at Shen Tang. The veins on his forehead popped out, and he was struggling to hold back the painful moans that were about to come out.

He seemed to want to see the person who died in his hands through Shen Tang's eyes. Even in death, he was proud and determined: "That is, even if Gu is, he is a born bad person, a Jie and Zhou people - so what? Gu is not

Tingwei, what do you mean by saying that every injustice has its own owner and every debt has its owner? Hahahahaha, you are the king and you are the loser, don’t you understand this? In this world, pfft - if you work hard to govern, you can start well and end well?"

The last sentence was to ask Shen Tang.

Shen Tang also knew that he was asking himself.

She said: "I can! If I can't, I have a clear conscience."

Zheng Qiao was in so much pain that it was difficult to straighten up. He supported his knees with both hands and tried to straighten his back. His eyes were crazy and determined: "Gu, I have a clear conscience. Hahaha - death? What are you afraid of! Gu

What’s there to be sorry for!”

“I don’t regret being alone at all!”

"There is no regret and it is impossible to regret!"

There were big pools of black blood on the ground.

Many of them even got on the hems of clothes.

He took steps and staggered forward. The scenery in front of him was far away and close, real and empty. Sometimes there were Shen Tang and the four people, and sometimes there were longing figures. He couldn't see their faces clearly. Zheng Qiao couldn't care about them anymore.

, half-kneeling on the ground, grabbing the ground with his blood-stained hands, trying hard to crawl to the bamboo eucalyptus seat that was once exclusive to him. Enduring the severe pain, he reluctantly sat upright.

This little movement took up most of his strength.

He was in pain as if his internal organs were about to be twisted into bloody foam.

Zheng Qiao raised his head and looked at the countless phantoms walking towards him step by step, but his mood was unprecedentedly peaceful. He forcibly circulated the elixir palace that sent bursts of severe pain, and circulated his literary energy to compete with the poison spreading throughout his body, so that he could speak

Speak clearly: "Senior Sister Ning, if you want to avenge the death of your husband, take out your sword now! Remember to stab the right chest, don't imitate Senior Brother and stab the left chest."

He didn't see Ning Yan loosen her white knuckles.

He took off the sword from his waist and threw it to Jiang Sheng.

She said: "I don't want to leave you with a whole body."

Zheng Qiao was now so weak that her voice was weak.

He tried to laugh, but ended up vomiting more blood.

"Ahem - that's right... Gu Ye didn't leave Yan Xingning's body intact. It wouldn't be like you if you showed mercy!"

"You can't end well alone, Shen Youli, can you hope for a happy ending in this world? Haha, I'm looking at you alone!"

Ning Yan's eyelids sunk slightly as she watched her former junior brother being surrounded by the aura of death, and the vitality that should have been strong gradually withered.

"Junior brother, I don't even want to kill you with my own hands."

Ning Yan's words made Zheng Qiao tremble violently.

The dark eyes lost focus at this moment, and looked a little more innocent and confused, which made Ning Yan suddenly think that she saw her junior brother when she was young. She knew that Zheng Qiao was trying to find her with her eyes, but she still closed her eyes.

Opened his mouth.

"Go first and kill!"

Jiang Sheng quickly pulled out Ning Yan's sword.

A ray of sword light shot through the air and slashed across Zheng Qiao's throat.

Gulu——

That beautiful head rolled to the ground.

Blood shot into the sky and splattered everywhere.

Zheng Qiao's headless body fell forward and onto the bamboo eucalyptus.

The bamboo house was silent for a moment.

Ning Yan looked at the head that rolled to her feet, bent down and reached out, flicking it in front of her eyes that were still open: "Let's go."

Jiang Sheng held up the sword that was still dripping with blood in his hand, and looked a little confused: "He died like this?"

Wei Shou said: "What else?"

Suddenly pick up the corpse and fight with them for a hundred and eight rounds?

Wei Shou and Zheng Qiao have known each other for a few years, so they don't dare to say that they know him well, but he also knows his character and would disdain the trick of pretending to die to escape, not to mention the four of them are here. If Zheng Qiao really wants to escape, he can let Qi Qiao do it.

Cang fought hard.

Zheng Qiao is also strangely proud.

At this time, Qi Cang, who had been waiting outside, walked outside the bamboo house and knocked on the bamboo wall very politely.

Shen Tang and the others looked at him warily.

Qi Cang said: "The king is already dead. As an old minister, I would like to honor his past friendship and collect his body. Isn't it too much?"

Unless Shen Tang and the others still want to play with corpses to vent their anger.

Qi Cang didn't think they would be kind enough to collect Zheng Qiao's body, but it wouldn't be right to let the body rot and become food for wild beasts.

Shen Tang said: "Please."

Qi Cang took out the needle and thread from his arms.

Wei Shou stepped forward: "Why do you bring everything with you?"

The preparations were quite thorough.

Qi Cangwu went about his own work and retrieved Zheng Qiao's head and body and arranged it: "If you don't come, the king will also be buried here. The reason for bringing me here is for me to collect the body. To bury someone's body, these things are always useful."

I should have taken it with me... I thought I was going to make a cut on myself, huh, who knew it was beheading..."

The things he brought were quite complete.

He used his martial energy to stop the bleeding, and sewed it up with needle and thread. He also helped Zheng Qiao tidy up the body, not caring that there were four enemies in the bamboo house. After cleaning it up, he opened a deep pit with a burst of energy, and then carefully placed the body.

Into the pit.

Wei Shou asked him: "Where is his imperial seal?"
Chapter completed!