At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The sky was full of clouds.

Boom! ! !

There was a deafening thunder, and the sky was shaking with strange phenomena and dark clouds.

Xiao Ruolin was dressed in white brocade clothes, holding the Chengying sword, standing at the tip of the sword, looking down at the middle-aged man at the end of the darkness, and a tear slid down from the corner of his eye.

The scenes of the past appeared in front of him like a slide show, making him miserable.

A dusty past was opened at this moment.

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In the Ten Thousand Mountains, the King of Langya carried the seriously injured Xiao Ruolin on his back and shuttled through the vast mountains.

The trees here are towering, the ancient trees are winding, and the dense branches and leaves cover the sky and the sun, and also cover people's vision.

The King of Langya fled all the way. Once upon a time, he was full of vigor and vitality.

At this moment, his hair was disheveled and his face was covered with dirt. He was also seriously injured because he blocked the fatal blow of the eunuch Zhuoqing for Xiao Ruolin. He was already at the end of his strength.

But he did not give up Xiao Ruolin, and still carried him on his back and trudged through.

After making sure that the eunuchs of the previous dynasty did not chase him, he carried Xiao Ruolin to a waterfall, and his body could no longer hold on, and he fell down.

His lips were chapped, his throat was smoking, and his whole body was sore and weak.

When he was unconscious, he vaguely saw Xiao Ruolin's fingers moving slightly.

He raised his right hand with difficulty and gently stroked Xiao Ruolin's head, his voice was extremely hoarse: "Xiao Shisan, why is it like this..."

The things of their older generation eventually affected the new generation.

Because of them, Chu He, who was originally praised as the crown prince, was demoted to Qingzhou.

Because of them, Xiao Shisan, who was originally high-spirited, loved by the emperor's sister-in-law, and had never suffered, embarked on a desperate path of rebellion with him.

Even if the emperor could forgive Xiao Shisan, those important officials in the court, those who tried to cause chaos in Beili behind Tianqi, would definitely not let him go.

Reluctance and regret filled his heart. If he had listened to Mengsha's advice and lived in seclusion in Taoyuan and no longer asked about the affairs of the court, the ending would not have ended like this.

But he would never forget the kindness of his emperor's brother. If it weren't for his emperor, he would have died long ago.

For the people of Beili, for the emperor, what if he sacrificed himself?

However, in the end, he still dragged the younger generation into the quagmire.

As Mengsha said, he thought too much, and thought of countless ways out for others, but never left one for himself.

In the end, he would only reap what he sowed and end up with a tragic ending.

But if he is given another chance, he will still help his brother ascend to the throne.

Just because of the heavy snow that year, and the arrogant prince kneeling in front of the Imperial Hospital.

Secondly, he is the Langya King of Beili...

"Is this my destiny..."

He looked at Xiao Ruolin's tender face, his eyes gradually blurred, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

After an unknown period of time, Xiao Ruolin, who was lying on the ground, felt the cold wind blowing, and his body suddenly shrank.

In the middle of the night, the area around the waterfall was as cold as an ice cave. The bright moonlight shone on Xiao Ruolin's face, and he slowly opened his eyes.

What he saw was a middle-aged man with loose hair and a pale face. He was covered with wounds, and the bright red blood soaked his clothes, which was shocking.

Xiao Ruolin looked at him, his eyes moist: "Uncle Wang..."

He struggled to get up, and the pain of the dislocated internal organs in his body made him sweat coldly.

He had been cared for by his mother since he was a child and had never suffered. However, he ignored the pain of thousands of ants gnawing at his heart.

"Uncle Wang!" Xiao Ruolin hurriedly helped Uncle Wang up. Seeing the blood flowing from the corner of Uncle Wang's mouth, he quickly reached out to feel his pulse.

As a result, his pulse was disordered, his internal Qi was dissipated, and he was already dying.

In this deserted mountain, the only response to him was the roar of wild beasts and the biting cold night wind.

The breath of death and the boundless darkness made him panic, and loneliness and helplessness filled his whole body.

Strange but extremely familiar...

Xiao Ruolin gritted his teeth, tremblingly carried Uncle Wang on his back, and staggered slowly forward.

In the current situation, leaving this mountain is nothing but a fool's dream, but he just didn't want to compromise, and didn't want to compromise the inevitable death.

However, just as he had struggled to carry the King of Langya on his shoulders, his broken ribs pierced into his flesh.

The intense pain almost made Xiao Ruolin faint, but he did not dare to stop. Every time he took a step, Xiao Ruolin would spit out a mouthful of blood.

If Queen Hu saw this scene, she would be so heartbroken.

His little son, the little prince who was afraid of melting in his mouth, was tortured into his current state.

Xiao Ruolin's feet were dragging a patch of blood. After walking a hundred meters, he finally

He stopped, his body was exhausted.

Suddenly, a bloody aura and overwhelming resentment swept across the entire mountain.

This was the murderous aura of Wu Anjun!

This murderous aura was extremely strong!

Mixed with boundless hatred and anger, it seemed to be telling the injustice of heaven. After ten reincarnations and ten lives of loneliness, it still ended like this.

The murderous aura was so strong that even the bright moon was dyed blood red.

Awooo——

The shrill wailing echoed in the mountains and forests, accompanied by the terrifying bloody murderous aura, which frightened the creatures of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

At the same time, it also alarmed a black-robed man in the altar deep in the mountains.

Under this overwhelming resentment, the system prompt suddenly sounded.

[Ding! The host is on the verge of death, and now abandons all autonomous functions and activates the host protection mode.

A cold reminder sounded, and then a vibrant green light enveloped Xiao Ruolin.

A stream of light streaked across the dark night sky, carrying the breath of dawn, and headed straight for the Yellow Spring Waterfall.

The black-robed man flew to the waterfall on his sword. He checked around and found a pool of blood.

He followed the blood trail all the way north and met the boy who was stained with blood but still trying to stand up halfway.

Looking at the boy and the middle-aged man behind him wearing the clothes of the Xiao royal family, the black-robed man's eyes suddenly became full of hostility.

He raised his long sword and slashed at the two with one sword.

Puff...

A green light flashed and instantly pierced through the black-robed man's chest.

The black-robed man looked down at his pierced abdomen, his eyes wide open, full of shock and confusion.

Looking at the beast lying at the boy's feet, he suddenly understood something.

So, he raised his sword again, intending to test it.

As expected, with a flash of green light, there was another hole on his body.

The black-robed man covered his gurgling wound, wondering what he was thinking.

Then he put away his sword, walked forward and reached out to touch the boy.

But this time, the green light did not appear.

When he saw the face of the middle-aged man behind the boy, his body couldn't stop shaking.

"Lang... King Langya!" His voice was very light, with unconcealed excitement.

Then, he took the boy and the middle-aged man back to his residence.

It was a courtyard woven with bamboo. He took the middle-aged man back to the altar and tried to refine him into a corpse ancestor.

The boy stayed in the courtyard, taking care of him carefully every day, but he did something to the boy.

Strangely, the green light that protected the boy did not come out to stop him.

When the boy was about to wake up, the black-robed man took the middle-aged man back. Facing the strange middle-aged man, the boy did not notice anything unusual.

After a period of getting along, the boy called the black-robed man "Master", and the middle-aged man with a dead look on his face.

He called...

Uncle Wang of Langya!