Chapter 411 Killing

"Master Fang, what did you say?" Murong Qing's voice was trembling violently, and Fang Zilan curled a cruel smile, "The prince is the son of Prince Zhongzheng of Miluo. He will sooner or later have blood on his hands. Why not start with Mr. Zuo?"

"Mr. Fang, you said that I am half a teacher, so how can I let my disciples kill my master in this world?" Mr. Zuo said furiously: "It's simply contrary to morality!"

"The prince hasn't spoken yet, why is Mr. Zuo so restless?" Fang Zilan had no intention of taking back the dagger. Murong Qing stared at the dagger in front of him, and the cold light reflected his eyes - a pair of eyes full of hesitation and fear.

"Master Fang..." Murong Qing heard his voice, as if he had used all his strength in his life to piece together a complete sentence, "I can't do it."

Fang Zilan grabbed his hand without comment and stuffed the dagger in, "I know, you can do it."

She said to know, not believe.

Murong Qing slowly closed her eyes. It was indeed her. A hundred secrets were actually going to take Mr. Zuo’s life...

"Mr. Fang, the prince is weak and sick, so I'm afraid he can't stand the fright." Wei Mao couldn't help but speak, and every word was hinting at Fang Zilan. If something happened to Murong Qing, Dajing would probably be in peace in the future.

"How could the prince of the Zhongzheng Palace not even be able to do something of this level?" Fang Zilan chuckled, "Master Wei, you are too underestimating the prince."

Murong Qing suddenly opened his eyes, his angry eyes facing Zi Lan's meaningful gaze above. He grinded his teeth but couldn't say a word of rejection.

He has heard this many times since he was a child. Yes, he is the prince of the Zhongzheng and the son of the Miluo God of War. How could he not do it?

He should be able to do everything in the eyes of the world when reading and practicing calligraphy, riding a horse and shooting archery. However, in fact, he is a sick child who cannot even lift a sword.

If it weren't for the damn prophecy, how could he have fallen to this point?

"Criminal Prince." Mr. Zuo's voice sounded in a deep voice, which was unexpectedly calm. "You are the noble Zhongzheng prince of Miluo, a man with a destiny. Your road is still long, and I am destined to die here."

"Sir..." Murong Qing looked up at the person who was firmly bound to the chasing frame and was righteous. He was like a statue, standing in his heart from beginning to end, supporting a sky for himself.

"Criminal, don't be afraid, I will always have such a day." Mr. Zuo softened his tone and said as if he was comforting: "If I could die at the hands of the prince, I would die without regrets."

"Sir..." Murong Qing was covered in tears, but he was still shaking his head desperately to refuse.

"Criminal, I'm not patient." Fang Zilan's voice was exhausted, and cold sweat dripped on her forehead on the dagger, mixed with Murong Qing's tears, blurred.

"Fang Zilan!" Murong Qing gritted his teeth, picked up the dagger and stabbed Fang Zilan. Unexpectedly, she was prepared and grabbed his wrist and pointed the sharp blade straight at Mr. Zuo.

"Criminal, this dagger is extremely sharp. Be careful not to hurt yourself." Fang Zilan said and pulled Murong Qing from the ground. "It's over, I might as well help the prince with another help."

"No..." Murong Qing struggled to the death. He caught bloodstains on Fang Zilan's arm, but he still dragged him with one hand and holding his dagger with the other, approaching Mr. Zuo step by step.

"Mr. Fang, you have promised King Zhongzheng that you will take care of the prince and keep him safe." Mr. Zuo said loudly: "If you break your promise, I will turn into a ghost and will drag you to hell."

"I will do what I promised." Fang Zilan seemed to comfort Mr. Zuo, and more like talking to herself, "The prince will have no trouble."

Murong Qing couldn't help but sneer.

Yes, how could he have something to do? If he stops, wouldn’t the humiliation and torture he suffered since his birth be in vain?

He Murong Qing was the prophetic person of the Miluo High Priest. If he was still unable to stand on the top of the unmanned people, wouldn’t it be a joke?

Hearing the laughter, Fang Zilan looked down and saw Murong Qing's face full of sadness, but he bent his mouth and showed an almost weird smile, which was creepy.

Sure enough, this is what Murong Qing really looks like. Under his delicate face, there is a demon hidden.

Seeing this, Fang Zilan couldn't help but stop. Murong Qing glanced at her sideways and said in a cold voice: "Let go."

He clearly looks like a child, and even does not have the stature of a young man, but the short words he said have the pressure that is not inferior to any adult superior.

Fang Zilan subconsciously let go and watched Murong Qing step by step to Mr. Zuo.

"Sir, I have learned everything you taught me."

Murong Qing did not make any sound, but Mr. Zuo understood his mouth and looked relieved on his face, "Criminal, take care..."

Before he finished speaking, the dagger in Murong Qing's hand had already pierced into his chest, allowing him to swallow the next half of the sentence "I can't walk with you anymore." He vaguely saw Murong Qing's lips moving, but he did not recognize that it was a sentence "I'm sorry".

Murong Qing suddenly let go. He stared at the blood on his hands blankly, feeling his mind full of blankness. He could not hear or see anything around him.

Fang Zilan held the fallen Murong Qing, a small body, as light as a feather, but it was weighed a thousand pounds.

"Master Fang." Wei Mao said slowly: "The show is over, you still owe me an explanation."

"I have nothing to explain." Fang Zilan held Murong Qing's hand tightened a little, and Wei Mao's eyes were sharp, "I can ignore the matters next to me, but Master Leyuan..."

"It's time to get over the water, so what's the point of asking about the cause?" Fang Zilan calmed her expression and said indifferently: "If Master Wei is worried about Master Yuan, you might as well think about the debate on the first day of next month, and whether there is any place to help."

Wei Mao's expression stagnated, and he watched Fang Zilan hugging Murong Qing and disappeared into his sight.

"Sister Lan." Mo Han breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Fang Zilan coming out. However, when he saw Murong Qing in her arms, he said in a daze: "What's wrong?"

Fang Zilan did not answer him, but turned to Zheng Yan and said, "Get me some bandages for me."

"Sister Lan, are you injured?" Mo Han anxiously wanted to check the wound on her body, but saw her wave her hand, her eyes always staying on Murong Qing's hand. Only then did he notice Murong Qing's injury.

Zheng Yan quickly brought the thing over. Fang Zilan helped Murong Qing bandage the wound and asked in a muffled voice: "Zheng Yan, do you still remember what happened to your first murder?"

"I don't remember." Zheng Yan answered without hesitation, and Fang Zilan said sadly: "I don't remember either."

She looked at the gauze wrapped in Murong Qing's hand and murmured: "When I kill someone for the first time, if I have no experience, most of them will easily hurt myself."

"Sister Lan, what did you say?" Mo Han looked shocked, and Fang Zilan sighed quietly, "He will remember what happened today for the rest of his life." After she said that, she picked up Murong Qing and walked out of the camp in the suburbs of Beijing, and handed him over to Meng Tingyang.

Meng Tingyang wanted to ask, but Fang Zilan didn't give him a chance and turned around and left. Fortunately, Murong Qing woke up soon, and then he calmed down, "Criminal, are you okay?"

Murong Qing's expression was empty, like a soulless porcelain doll, and she burst into tears and said, "It hurts so much..."

Meng Tingyang was so scared that he hurriedly said, "Criminal, where do you feel pain?"

Murong Qing pointed to his heart, then raised his hand and looked at the dazzling white gauze on his hand.

He pushed down the statue that stood up for himself with his own hands, and watched the statue be destroyed with his own eyes, and every fragment was pierced in his heart.

The heart-wrenching pain left only such a light wound, how ironic.

"Criminal!" Meng Tingyang had no time to stop him, but Murong Qing pulled off the gauze and bit off a piece of meat from the wound.

Meng Tingyang knelt on the ground in fear, and heard Murong Qing say word by word: "Don't worry, sir, one day, I will destroy Dajing and avenge you."

well……
Chapter completed!