Please ask me to be the emperor

Ren Guangrong didn't care. He was about to take action when he heard the man shout again: "I am King Shun. I wonder if you can trust me, little brother?"

Ren Guangrong was shocked when he heard this and had to put down his knife. He turned around and saw an extraordinary young man walking towards him.

He was accompanied by three beautiful women and a dozen strong men wearing iron armor and holding weapons.

Ren Guangrong has never met King Shun, but it does not prevent him from thinking that this person is King Shun.

He was not angry and proud, and there was no trace of murderous intent in his eyes, but it was so overwhelming that Ren Guangrong did not dare to look at him.

"King Shun?" Ren Guangrong bowed his hands honestly and said, "This thief has a blood feud with me, and he works as an aide to oppress the people. Please allow me, King Shun, to disembowel his heart and kill him alive!"

Then he explained what this guy had done on a daily basis and the humiliation he had caused to himself.

Zhang Shun pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "There is no basis for the law, but it is pity for the situation. Just wait a moment!"

Immediately, Zhang Shun turned around and asked, "Is there anyone who is good at painting?"

"I...I can describe a thing or two." Seeing that Gao Guiying, the princess, Wukong, and Wang Jinyi didn't respond at all, the princess responded weakly.

"Okay, this little hero will dissect this guy later. You can draw his internal organs in detail. I will be useful later!" Zhang Shun couldn't help but said happily.

After preliminary science popularization by Li Xiang and Liu Rushi, Zhang Shun discovered that although Chinese medicine in this era already had some simple anatomical knowledge, it was not sophisticated enough.

Although Zhang Shun believed that the old housekeeper deserved to be punished for his crime, there was no need to be so cruel.

But Ren Guangrong hates this person deeply, and there is no need for him to speak up for this kind of thing because of his personal mysophobia.

He is going to die anyway, why not let him die in a proper way and make some contribution to the medicine of the motherland?

Zhang Shun wanted to have the best of both worlds, but the little princess almost cried on the spot when she heard this.

What kind of tiger-wolf talk is this? What does "painting his internal organs in detail" mean?

She can't wait to give herself two words and let you talk too much!

Not to mention the remorse of the little princess, the old housekeeper was so frightened when he heard this that he peed and feces, and a foul smell of urine immediately came out.

"No, no, no~" The old housekeeper shouted several times in fear, and then the shouts turned into screams as Ren Guangrong stabbed the knife in.

Ren Guangrong's knife was quite good. It neither punctured his liver nor injured his vitals. It only scratched the skin on his chest.

Immediately, he pierced the tree with the sharp knife, stretched out his hands and pulled out the old housekeeper's internal organs.

The old guy screamed and fainted. For a moment, he didn't know whether he was dead or alive, only his internal organs were still squirming tenaciously.

"Ugh!" Everyone who had seen this couldn't help but bend down and vomited.

The well-dressed and well-fed little princess was so frightened that tears and runny noses flowed out. She kept lying there retching, almost vomiting out all the stomach acid.

"Don't be in a hurry, take your time!" Zhang Shun patted her back gently and comforted her.

Are you still a human being who can say such a thing? The little princess glanced at Zhang Shun as if she was seeing a devil, and then looked away in fear.

This "thief leader" is really cruel and tight, and he even has a terrible smile on his face.

Just looking at his expression, if someone said that he eats people's hearts and drinks human blood, I'm afraid the little princess would believe it.

Not only did the little princess have this idea, but Ren Guangrong, who did it himself, and the people around him were frightened by his gentle and smiling face.

The old housekeeper was tortured by their group of ferocious devils. He fainted and woke up, woke up and fainted again. He screamed for a long time and finally died.

Ren Guangrong still couldn't understand his hatred, so he cut off the same pieces and took them out to show to everyone.

"This is the heart!"

"These are lungs!"

"This is……"

Zhang Shun shook his head helplessly and asked in a low voice: "Is the painting finished?"

"Master..." The little princess couldn't speak clearly, and her upper and lower teeth kept chattering in response.

"Alas!" Zhang Shun sighed and gently held her trembling body in his arms.

The little princess's petite and limp body was like a trembling little quail.

"Are you scared? I didn't think well. I shouldn't have let you draw this!"

"No, no... I'm glad to be able to help you." The little princess said sternly. But the trembling, almost indistinct voice completely betrayed her mood.

Zhang Shun smiled and shook his head, raised his head and warned Ren Jirong: "It's time to let go of your anger, right? It's just this once, it won't be the same next time!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Ren Jirong was really convinced.

When he had his heart broken before, some people were trembling, some were hysterical, and some were speaking righteously, but I had never seen him react like this.

It was as if in his eyes, what he was dissecting was not a living person, but a frog.

Revenge has been avenged and anger has been vented, what else can Ren Guangrong ask for?

He couldn't help but kneel down, bowed three times to Zhang Shun and said: "From now on, Ren's life will be sold to the king, please take him in!"

"Get up!" Zhang Shun said calmly, "As long as you are willing to act according to orders, abide by our military laws, and fight the enemy bravely, I will definitely not treat you badly."

Ren Guangrong thanked him quickly and then stood up with Zhang Shun's support.

Before the monarch and his ministers could say anything, a familiar voice came over: "Xiao Ren, so you are here! We just caught a few women and are ready to enjoy them. Do you want to come with us?"

Ren Guangrong was startled, and turned around to see that it was indeed Old Hu who was holding the three or five women he was tied up with, and was passing by with seven or eight brothers.

Before Ren Guangrong had time to reply, Zhang Shun turned his head and glanced, frowned and said, "Who are you? Why are you so unjust and so worried?"

Although Zhang Shun believed that the soldiers under his command were not good birds, no one dared to do such a thing openly in broad daylight.

When Lao Hu saw Ren Guangrong's expression, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knew that this person was not someone to be trifled with.

He responded quickly: "This man has a blood feud with me, just like Brother Ren. I hope you will show your kindness!"

Zhang Shun took a closer look at the woman who was most well-dressed among the women, and saw that although the woman looked flustered, she was neatly dressed and had an extraordinary bearing.

He couldn't help but ask: "Tell me what's going on."

"Who do you think you are?" Lao Hu asked unhappily. He managed to catch these people with great difficulty, but he hadn't had time to enjoy them yet. How could he allow others to ruin his good deeds?

"If anyone under my command dares to speak to me like you do, a beating will be a light punishment. If he does such a thing, he will lose his head at least!" Zhang Shun sneered after hearing this.