"I'll give you a share of my strength. Fight against the cruel fate and don't give in." The man's long blond hair moved without wind, and the divine ring behind his head became brighter and brighter.
The big sword in his hand seemed to have its own consciousness. On one side, a golden divine light rose, reflecting and burning all the suffering in the world. On the other side, a blue-black demonic flame rose, as if it was going to burn the entire heaven to ashes.
The power of this god and one demon is so contradictory and distinct.
Yet it is filled with a strange kind of coordination.
"What do I need to pay?" Tian Yan looked up at the other person and asked.
This is a true god and a true strong man. Such a person is worthy of Tian Yan looking up to him today.
"It's up to you, as long as you can trade." God said compassionately.
Although his tone was as cold as ice, it inexplicably gave people a sense of compassion and tranquility.
"Why?"
"We are born into our clan, how can we abandon them so lightly?!" the god said with a smile.
That smile is so free and easy.
…
Xianyang, Luowang Headquarters.
"Come here!" Zhao Gao knelt down in front of the table and said.
The table in front of me looks plain and unpretentious, nothing special.
A white jade cup stands on his table.
Zhao Gao raised his hand, picked up the jug, and quietly poured the blood-red liquid in the jug into the cup.
A spider slowly lingered in his hand, forming a sharp contrast with Zhao Gao's slender hands with sharp knuckles and weird blood-red nails.
But with a strange sense of coordination.
It is difficult for you to describe what kind of person Zhao Gao is.
According to history, he was just a clown who was pushed to a high position by the tide of the times. He eventually brought disaster upon himself, and the Qin Empire was also destroyed under his single-handed planning.
But under that black and red robe, that ghost-like figure, under that short blood-red hair, his eyes were unfathomable, like the abyss and the sea, but they made people think that he was not that simple.
A clown cannot overcome the trap and make it prosper.
He left his name in history.
It's just that many shocking truths are passing by in the wind and are not known to everyone.
As Han Fei said: The ripples on the water will eventually dissipate, but there will always be people who remember that the wind once blew.
But no matter what, the ripples on the water finally dissipated, and no matter how future generations remember that moment, it is difficult to fully reveal the entire ripple.
"Here is my subordinate." It was a middle-aged man with sharp eyes. He wore a long sword at his waist. Although it was not a famous sword, it was still a rare sharp blade. The man's name was Lu Goujian, and he was an extremely outstanding swordsman.
After being forced to join the trap, he was used by Zhao Gao as a few messengers around him.
His first mission when he came to Luowang was to silence him.
Silence his ex.
He still remembers the last words left by his predecessor before his death: "Is this the end of the road?"
He also remembered how nervous he was before completing the task, and a trace of cold sweat flowed from his forehead.
But the task was completed surprisingly smoothly.
At that time, the leader of Luo Sheng was still Lu Buwei, and he happily told Lu Buwei that he had completed his mission.
Only now did he understand why that happened.
The more he does the task of passing on information, the more he learns about things he shouldn't know.
People like them will be silenced after they lose their use value, because they know too much, and once they are discovered by interested people, it will be a huge loss to the net.
He will also be killed by a young man in the future...
Now think about how ironic everything is?
Living as a weapon in a trap, their life is monotonous and the end can be seen at a glance.
Live just for the sake of living.
Only by throwing away meaningless feelings can you go further.
The sword wielder's greed for anything other than the sword will become the swordsman's weakness.
Even the most powerful Black and White Xuanjian could not avoid the calamity caused by such a weakness.
Who is Black and White Xuanjian?
Among the killers who were at the same time as him at that time, no one could be his opponent.
Even among the powerful "Tianzihao", his strength is one of the best.
The only people he knew who could suppress Xuanjian were Lu Buwei, the leader of Luowang at the time, and the extremely senior, powerful, and mysterious Master Zhiri.
But even Master Xuanjian, who was so powerful, still died.
Died in a disaster caused by "love".
How about Lu Buwei?
The leader of Luowen, the prime minister of the Qin State, had great power over the government and the public. When he was there, the power of the prime minister exceeded the power of the king.
But where is Lu Buwei now?
For an organization like Luowen, even the leader can be given up for the sake of profit.
His fate has already been arranged by Huanghuang's general trend.
Unable to resist, because resisting will only bring about a greater disaster...
The ruthless era has never given people like them the right to choose.
"Sir, what are your orders?" Lu Goujian stepped forward, held a sword in his left hand and clasped his fists, bowed respectfully and saluted Zhao Gao.
"Go to Yandu and tell Mr. Jingbao that after completing this task, "his" next task is to go to the Little Saint Xian Manor in Qilu Land to find out a secret for me. As for what the secret is, we will wait for you.
He will find out when he gets there." Zhao Gao smiled sadly.
He held the jade cup quietly in his right hand and shook it slightly.
The strange hands with long nails and the blood-red liquid rippling in the cup formed an extremely strange scene.
"I understand." Lu Goujian heard this and did not dare to ask any more questions. He quickly saluted and then exited the door, preparing to go out.
Zhao Gao was left alone in the room.
Those abyss-like eyes stared quietly at his own reflection in the blood-red liquid in the cup...
It's autumn in a flash, and the wind is picking up...
Roll up a few fallen leaves from the horizon and float across them.
When no one remembers...
…
Outside Yandu.
Concubine Yan is still wearing the beautiful blood red Yin Yang family costume.
In front of him, Wei Zhuang's face was light and cloudy, his black robe and white hair fluttering in the wind, he looked evil and charming, and his domineering attitude was revealed.
"Mr. Wei Zhuang, when will you fulfill your promise?
If you don't complete it, it will be a big blow to Liusha's reputation." Concubine Yan said to Wei Zhuang in a somewhat sinister tone.
"I originally thought that killing Yan Chunjun and the others and severely damaging Luo Sheng would make them take action. But now it seems that they are far more calm than I thought." Wei Zhuang ignored Concubine Yan and said indifferently.
Both hands were holding the shark-tooth sword standing in front of him.
"But it doesn't matter. Your prince assassinated King Qin Zheng, and King Qin was furious. It was impossible not to pursue Yan Dan. When the time comes, the Frightened Salamander will naturally appear." Wei Zhuang said with a cold smile.
"Alas." Concubine Yan sighed, Luo Wang and the Mo family fought fiercely, no matter what the result was, Liusha just sat back and watched the success or failure.