Zhou Tong struggled and crawled in the snow, his throat clattered, and eventually turned into weak, shouting with a crying voice.

"Save me...who will save me..."

His tragic roar and cry were somewhat disguised. However, from the Zhou Prison underground, to the sun-filled courtyard, to the long street full of cold snow, he kept running, chasing hope, but was disappointed again and again. Until this time, he finally became desperate, and his will collapsed like a dam washed away by the flood.

He cried in pain, some of the blood on his face was washed away by the old tears, and then condensed by the cold wind, turning into a paste-like shell, which was very ugly.

His crying was like a night owl, and it was extremely unheard.

As the most famous cruel official, Zhou Tong has never forgiven this world. He has had a little kindness to this world. If he saves this world once, then the world will naturally be absolutely cold for him. He will not forgive him, and no one will come to save him. The lights on the road of peace gradually fade away, and his road ahead is dark.

There are several mansions with doors open, and the closest to Zhou Tong is the Zhongshan Palace. The lights are brightly lit in the depths of the palace. The Zhongshan Palace is sitting on a chair, holding a frozen pear in his hand, recalling Zhou Tong's miserable appearance in front of the palace gate before, and feeling very happy. Even this pear is sweeter.

An official from the royal palace was beside him and wanted to speak, but stopped, "I always feel it's inappropriate."

"What's wrong? I've long wanted to tear this old dog apart."

The King of Zhongshan was silent for a moment and said, "And what Mo Yu said makes sense. No matter whether it is affectionate or not, I can live to this day, which is kindness."

The official was very surprised. He did not expect that the prince was really moved by Mo Yu's words.

You should know that among the princes who have been scattered in various prefectures and counties over the years, the one in the worst situation is the King of Zhongshan. Compared with those princes who were poisoned to death, he did survive, but was forced to eat shit and pretend to be crazy... This is a more terrible experience than dying.

"Is shit delicious? Of course not delicious, but have you ever thought that that woman could force me to eat shit, wouldn't she know I was pretending to be crazy?"

The king of Zhongshan said expressionlessly: "Of course she knew I was pretending to be crazy. The reason why she didn't point it out was because she liked to watch me eat shit, but at least, she didn't let me die. Compared with death, what is eating shit? We are born in the emperor's family? Who doesn't have the ability to eat shit?"

More than ten royal palaces closed the doors for different reasons, blocking Zhou Tong outside the door.

The most honest and timid King Lou Yang hid in the deepest part of the three-layer bedding. While worried about the safety of Mo Yu, he was acquainted with him, he silently said bad things about Zhou Tong in his heart.

The most mature and powerful prince is not in the royal palace today.

The door of the Prince of Xiang’s Mansion was opened, and the young King Chenliu stood in the light, with a calm expression and a hint of worry between his eyebrows.

Zhou Tong crawled over the snow, and Mo Yu then walked over.

King Chenliu ignored Zhou Tong and said to Mo Yu: "It's almost done."

Mo Yu ignored him and continued to hold the sword as a whip, rushing Zhou Tong, covered in blood, to move forward.

At the end of the Peace Road is a large and voluminous mansion, which is decorated in an extremely exquisite and luxurious manner, and even the newly built Prince's Mansion cannot match.

This is the Tianhai family. In the past two hundred years, the most powerful family in the entire continent. The great figures of the Tianhai family, such as the patriarch Tianhai Chengwu and several elders, naturally would not stay in Kyoto at such a sensitive opportunity tonight, and had already gone to the manor in the suburbs of Beijing.

The door is open and the lights are bright. Tianhai is better than snow standing under the lights, white clothes are better than snow.

Zhou Tong crawled through the snow in front of the door and looked at him with a resentful look, but he had no strength to say it whether it was asking for help or insulting him.

A string of silver bell-like laughter rang out, and then gradually turned into a cry.

Princess Pingguo was stopped behind by Tianhai Shengxue.

After the palace transformation, she was taken back by the Tianhai family. It is said that she might marry King Chenliu in a while.

Looking at Zhou Tong who was struggling and crawling in the snow, she smiled a little crazy, with tears everywhere on her beautiful face.

"You look like a dog today!"

She shouted to Zhou Tong, and it was like a curse.

Tian Hai Shengxue did not stop her, but just held her shoulders and prevented her from attacking Zhou Tong because of impulse.

He looked at Mo Yu covered in blood and said seriously: "It's almost done."

This is the same as the words of King Chenliu.

Mo Yu was the target that the court must capture and ranked first.

Mo Yu still didn't say anything. She returned to Kyoto and had never thought about leaving alive.

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...

Zhou Tong was already confused, and even despair and anger had withdrawn from his consciousness. At the last moment, there was only one question.

Why no one came to save me? President Shang only needed to touch a finger to make me survive, but why did I die?

Just like the giant beasts on the snowy field in the north, when they sense the moment they are about to die, they often subconsciously go to the most familiar place, waiting for the arrival of death.

For Zhou Tong, the place he was most familiar with was of course the small courtyard in Beibingmasi Hutong, so he was going there.

It is actually very close to Ping'an Road. When Xue's mansion set up a sacrifice, he was able to take his subordinates so quickly because of this.

But if you have to climb over the snow-covered street, the road will become very long, not to mention that the sword light will still illuminate behind him from time to time.

Mo Yu still waved his sword from time to time. Every time the sword fell, he would cut off a piece of flesh from Zhou Tong's body.

Zhou Tong's blood was about to finish, and his screams became weaker and weaker, until he was unknown, like an ignorant wooden man crawling on the snow.

The crowd of onlookers appeared on both sides of the street. They looked at Zhou Tong, covered in blood, and were constantly cut and humiliated. After the initial shock, it turned into a certain ultimate pleasure. Even every time Mo Yu waved his sword to cut off a piece of Zhou Tong's flesh, he would cheer from the crowd.

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The sky is still falling slightly with snow, and there are already stars in the night sky to the west.

The ground of the courtyard in Beibingmasi Hutong has been destroyed and has been cut into countless pieces by countless sharp swords.

Prison Zhou was truly destroyed. Whether it was the ground buildings, dungeons, or the prisons hidden in the deepest part of the ground, they all showed their true appearance.

Those torture instruments covered with residual blood and fragments of human body, those broken limbs and corpses formed a purgatory on earth.

Xue He opened the doors of all the prison rooms in advance, and the less injured prisoners fled in all directions. Only those prisoners who were seriously injured and about to die remained in their original place.

Those prisoners who have suffered countless tortures are the most direct proof of this hell on earth.

Starlight shines on Zhou Zhu, and the sacred beauty and purity form a sharp contrast with bloody, dirty and ugly.

There was a dead silence.

Xiao De and the military masters killed people like a lot of people. The assassins of Tianji Pavilion were extremely vicious, but they had never seen such a tragic situation. Even the officials of the Qing Lishu Department felt a little disgusting when they looked at the blood-covered prison rooms and strange-shaped torture instruments. They had obviously seen it many times and had personally tortured countless times.

Or because these bloody and ugly scenes have never been exposed to the sky as they are now.

No trace of Zhou Tong was found.

There were many noisy sounds outside the courtyard, but there was a strange sense of quietness.

Chen Changsheng was covered in blood, not knowing whether it was his or someone else's.

He walked out of the courtyard, all the swords had been sheathed, but no one stopped him.

The streets were full of people, and they were covered in darkness, but a large area was empty in the middle.

Zhou Tong was lying on the snow, dying, with wounds everywhere on his body, and no one could count the number clearly. It would be no exaggeration to say that he had suffered a thousand cuts.

Chen Changsheng walked to him.

Zhou Tong looked up at him with great difficulty, and actually recognized who he was, and had a lasting hope in his heart.

In his opinion, Chen Changsheng must hate himself very much, otherwise he would not have been so eager to kill him.

He was not afraid that Chen Changsheng would hate him, but he was afraid that Chen Changsheng would not hate him enough.

He firmly believes that he understands people's hearts very well. The more he hates them, the more he is reluctant to let the enemy die.

Come on, cut me a few more knives, torture me, humiliate me, castrate me, feed me lard, raise me into the ugly fat man, and then squeeze out my oil and light the light!

Anything is OK, as long as you don't kill me on the spot.

Please.

I don’t know if I heard Zhou Tong’s voice, Chen Changsheng drew his sword.

There is no humiliation or torture, no cold revenge, just a clear sword light and a clean murderous intent.

With a sniff, a thin blood line appeared on Zhou Tong's neck, and then it spread rapidly and widened, eventually separating his head and body.

Zhou Tong was dead, with his eyes open, very confused.

Maybe I wonder why it is so simple?

Chen Changsheng did not look at Zhou Tong's body again, walked to Mo Yu and said, "You are here."

Mo Yu said, "Yes, I'm here."

She felt a little tired and sat directly on the snow.

Chen Changsheng also felt a little tired and sat on the snow beside her.

The shadows on the corner of the street wafted slightly, and the folded sleeves showed his figure. He was also very tired, but he did not sit in the snow because he knew that there would be a battle next.

The earth was shaken, the cedar was scattered, and the sound of hooves was like wind and rain.

Hundreds of cavalry and Xuanjia Yulin Army came to the field.

Xiao De and other imperial masters stood around.

More than a dozen Taoist priests in blue came here at some time, and their realm was unfathomable.

Suddenly, another sound of hoofs sounded, and a little eunuch came on a horse, holding a bright yellow imperial edict in his hand.
To be continued...