Qin Xinglie's whole body was soaked, his long hair was disheveled, his fingertips were dripping with blood and bones, and with that hideous and terrifying mask, he looked not like a living person at all, but like an evil ghost who had just crawled out of hell.

Yuan Zhimei had heard rumors about King Li's cruelty and terror, but she had never seen Qin Xinglie killing someone with his own eyes.

Unexpectedly, Qin Xinglie would crush her personal maid Lu Yao to death in front of her today.

The key is that when Qin Xinglie spoke and killed, those red eyes were staring at Yuan Zhimei.

Yuan Zhimei is not stupid, so how could he not understand that Qin Xinglie's actions mean that what he really wants to kill is Yuan Zhimei! Lu Yao is just her scapegoat!

If Yuan Zhimei was not Qin Xinglie's biological mother, she would be the one lying on the ground with her neck broken.

Feeling the undisguised murderous intent on Qin Xinglie's body, Yuan Zhimei couldn't help but tremble all over when looking at Qin Xinglie who looked like a ghost in front of him.

The hot ginger tea spilled onto the back of her hand. Yuan Zhi's eyebrows were so painful that she let out a plaintive cry, and a tear overflowed from the corner of her eye.

It's a pity that no one here pities her for this.

Qin Xinglie's red eyes were full of murderous intent. Du Pinggu saw that something was wrong and hugged him risking his life.

Yuan Zhimei indeed deserves to die, but he should not die in the hands of the prince. Otherwise, if it is spread that the prince committed patricide, how can he stand in front of the world in the future?

Qin Xinglie roared angrily and flapped his arms, causing Du Pinggu to fly out and hit the wall of the car with a bang.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please think about Master Gu!" Du Pinggu got up and shouted loudly, regardless of the pain, trying to awaken Qin Xinglie's reason, "Gu Zhao, Gu Zhao is still waiting for you to save her!"

The familiar name made Qin Xinglie pause for a moment.

The next moment, he turned around, jumped out of the carriage, and stood in the pouring rain.

The lightning flashed and shone on the god of murder, who was feared by everyone in the world, while the rain washed away his face and body mercilessly.

Even in the mind tortured by toxins, pictures began to emerge frame by frame.

When I saw her for the first time on the pier, she was like a brave little leopard, facing several men who were taller and stronger than her without fear of death, resisting desperately;

In the Prince's Courtyard, Gu Zhao wore the same clothes as other noble ladies, but her eyes were always beating with blazing flames, as if she wanted to burn everything in front of her to ashes;

Later, he heard some stories about the name Gu Zhao and learned about her life experience...

Later, when he opened his eyes, he saw her kneading noodles in the kitchen, smelling like fireworks.

He hugged her tightly in the depths of the dark cave. From then on, a corner that had been missing in his heart was filled, and he felt the meaning of life.

In those days, staying by her side and being one of her bodyguards was the happiest time in his life.

But now, he has lost her and left her to face so many enemies alone... When she fell from the sky, she must have been disappointed because he did not protect her...

The pain spread from the bottom of my heart, this time not because of the poison attack, but because of the fear of losing her.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Qin Xinglie's tall figure was crumbling.

Du Pinggu and Jiang Yuan watched with their own eyes as their invincible coach walked forward step by step, and the long black hair hanging on his shoulders turned gray and dim.

"Your Majesty!"

The two of them exhaled in pain almost at the same time, tears mixed with rain rolling down their cheeks.

Qin Xinglie only had one thought in his mind, he wanted to find Gu Zhao, find her and bring her back.

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In the seventh month when the new king succeeded to the throne, the capital city was in chaos.

The death-seeking army was like a mad dog, wandering through the streets and alleys, picking out certain people and killing them on the spot.

The emperor, who had just held a coronation ceremony, looked very ugly when he heard about it.

Due to the heavy rains in the past few days, the river outside Shangjing City surged and flash floods flooded countless houses along the river. The court was already extremely busy, but at this time, King Li suddenly went crazy and killed people.

Those who were killed were not only some merchants and petty officials, but also high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

Including Mr. Shen Ge.

Mr. Shen Ge was cut in half by King Li, and he screamed in front of the Cabinet Office for half a day without dying.

But no one dared to go to rescue him, because King Li was standing aside with a ferocious look as if he wanted to destroy everything.

King Li also killed Zheng Lunru's entire family. Zheng Xi, who was in his seventies, scolded him for killing innocent people indiscriminately and was beheaded by him with the same sword.

At the beginning, the officials also impeached King Li one after another.

But when the death-seeking army took a few of the most cheerful officials to the street like chickens and chopped them into pieces with knives, they became quiet, no different from ducks that had been mute after being frightened by thunder.

As a result, folk legends about how King Li was terrifying and cruel, killing people like crazy, and even snatching and eating children began to spread wildly again.

Qin Xinglie didn't care at all about these comments and continued to go his own way, arresting several people every day and beheading them in the market.

"Your Majesty, can you really not control him? King Li behaves like this and everyone in the capital is in danger. It is really outrageous!"

The white-haired veteran cried to Qin Youzhen.

Qin Youzhen could only look gloomy and sigh helplessly, "It's not that I don't want to take care of him, but who should I let him take care of?"

The old minister, with only a few strands of white hair left shaking in the wind, was speechless for a moment.

King Qin Xinglie's martial arts skills were unparalleled, and no one in the court could defeat him.

His five hundred death-seeking troops were not afraid of death, and their combat power was astonishing. Neither the Hussars nor the Royal Guards were any match for them.
Chapter completed!