Way of Choices

The injured beast will groan weirdly because it wants to keep its voice in the throat as much as possible, not wanting its weakness to be heard by anyone. But after the thigh muscles were cut off and fell in the snow in front of Xuefu Gate, Zhou Tong finally couldn't hold back and issued a scream with pain.

This scream was covered in the exclamation of Miss Xue's, but it was still very clear, and everyone in the room heard it.

Miss Xue's family felt even quicker, and the Xue family's stewards shook all over with excitement.

Logically speaking, Mrs. Xue, who should have reacted the most, was still able to keep her composure, and so quietly watched Zhou Tong falling in the snow.

In front of Xuefu's door was very quiet, only to hear Zhou Tong's heavy gasps.

Do not know how long after that, Zhou Tong climbed up from the snow, stumbled and continued to walk towards the west of the long street, leaving a blood stain.

Mo Yu walked to the stone steps, turned to look at Mrs. Xue, and nodded.

In the past few years, Xue Xingchuan and she are the most popular big figures in the Tianhai Dynasty, and there is naturally contact between the two parties.

Mrs. Xue responded very seriously to her and said, "Thank you."

Mo Yu said nothing, nodded again, and followed Zhou Tong away.

Mrs. Xue looked at the red warm but dark sky. Thinking about that day, she said thank you silently to Chen Changsheng who didn't know where.

At the end of the Tianhai dynasty, her husband became a traitor from the loyal minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and Zhou Tongming was clearly a traitor, but became a heavy minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

This is of course unfair. The question is, in this world where no one dares to rely on the traitor, who would be fair to a traitor?

At the National College of Education that day, she said that she only hated Zhou Tong for not dying. This was true hatred, hatred with despair, and hatred.

At that time, Chen Changsheng did not speak, no comfort, just looked at her quietly.

When sending her to leave the National College of Education, he asked her not to leave Kyoto.

This is the promise.

He will kill Zhou Tong and let her see.

So Mrs. Xue did not return home, but stayed in Kyoto.

She wants to see this scene with her own eyes.

At this moment, she finally saw it.

From Xue Xingchuan being poisoned to being exposed to corpses to offering sacrifices, she rarely cried until tonight.

But at this time, the two lines were hot and even some hot tears came out of her eyes.

She finally took a look at the picture of Zhou Tong crawling and struggling in the snow and told the steward: "Close the door."

Miss Xue's family was surprised, holding her arm and said, "Mother, I still want to watch, I haven't seen enough."

Looking at the enemies whose powers are fragrant, invincible, and seemingly invincible, no one has become a stray wild dog. Everyone wants to see, and no one can see enough.

"enough."

Mrs. Xue did not know whether she was talking about this or her daughter, and turned to enter the palace.

The gate closed slowly, blocking many things and memories from the outside.

...

...

There is snow everywhere on Ping An Road, and blood is everywhere on the snow.

There was more and more blood flowing from Zhou Tong's body, and even more toxins faded a lot, and the blood that was gradually reduced back to red.

There were more and more blood on his body, dense and dense, one after the other, looking miserable.

Those blood mouths are very particular, and the depth and position are enough to make him feel extreme pain, but he will not immediately cut off his vitality.

When the sword came out, Mo Yu's beautiful face did not have any emotions, indifferent to the extreme, plus the blood-stained palace dress, it looked like the maid of death.

From time to time, sword lights illuminate the dark snowy streets.

Zhou Tong has been struggling hard in the snow and has long been unable to stand up. He often uses his hands and feet to move forward a distance. It seems that he may fall at any time and can no longer stand up. He could no longer suppress the pain and fear, and kept the old wolf-like silence. Every time the sword light turned on, he could hear a wailing cry.

This is the most complete humiliation and torture of the body and mind, this is a torture that never seems to stop.

This was originally a late night.

If you switch to someone else, no matter how strong your will is, you may only collapse at this time. Even if you don’t kneel and plead for mercy from the enemy, you should try your best to commit suicide. But Zhou Tong did not, because he has tortured and humiliated too many people in his life, and tortured too many innocent people. He has seen the darkest and most painful pictures in the world. He has seen the real hell, and his heart Like a stone soaked in poisonous water for 70,000 years, every piece of moss born on it is an incarnation of sin. Even though Mo Yu's cruel means made his body and soul tremble, he still couldn't let him surrender, no matter to her or to destiny, he would never greet death by himself before death arrived. On the contrary, he was still like a beggar Very eager for the final victory.

——As long as you can climb this **** long street, you can win by yourself.

He screamed and said to himself in his heart.

The twilight became darker and darker, and it turned into night. The white snow on Pingan Road reflected the starlight, which was not enough to illuminate the world.

I don’t know when, suddenly a dim light fell on Zhou Tong’s body, and through the scary wound, the bones could be clearly seen,

The light in the distance is not warm, but Zhou Tong feels that his body has suddenly become warm. When he was in the small courtyard, his eyesight had been seriously damaged. I am pretty sure that the light is on my right hand side, which is the north side of Pingan Road.

That was the residence of Mrs. Cheng who stayed in Kyoto before returning to his old age. Recently he was captured by a powerful prince and turned into a royal palace.

He spent a quarter of an hour, suffering from almost late pain, climbed more than twenty feet, and finally left the range of Xue Fu and came here.

Patience is because there is hope. From the beginning, his hope is here.

His eyes were still blurred, but his eyes were bright, as if some kind of flame was lit by the lamp.

He still has some real elements, hidden in the deepest part of the meridian, no matter how sharp Mo Yu's sword is, no matter how cold the means, he is useless, because it is not enough to let him out of desperation.

At this time, the dew-like real elements burned up, driving his body to skim from the snow and flew towards the light!

He flew to the king's palace, no more strength, fell heavily under the stone steps.

"I am Zhou Tong! King Zhongshan save me!"

He shouted this sentence with his last energy.

He has never been desperate. For countless years, he has played with the minds of countless people in the palm of his hand. He knows clearly that no matter whether Mo Yu or the sleeves are folded, he will not let himself die immediately, especially when they are in full control of the situation. Because that way it is impossible to vent the tyrannical emotions and revenge wishes that everyone will have in the deepest heart.

This is his opportunity, and he must seize it.

He thought with anger and sarcasm, even if you lords want to pretend not to hear my screams, can you say that I can't hear my cry for help? He now said that it was difficult to say a word, but instead of calling out to save me directly, he called out the Lord to save me, and he did not even forget to call out the name of the Lord, in order to make the other party come forward.

I am Zhou Tong, the minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty!

I am going to die!

Please King Zhongshan save me!

...

...

The snow clouds in the sky don't know when they are closed, they block the starlight, and the light snow will do it again.

The doors of the Zhongshan Palace were opened. Many doors on both sides of Ping An Road were opened. Many lights appeared in the night, very bright and even dazzling.

The long street in the night turned into a galaxy.

Zhou Tong was no longer able to suppress his emotions in the river water, his face was intoxicated, and he laughed nervously.

Dozens of wind-breaking sounds sounded successively, and the masters of the palace came to the street.

Mo Yu walked out of Weixue, a few feet away from Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong looked at her, a fierce expression on his blood-stained face.

How do you kill me now? Now it's time for someone else to kill you.

His eyes made the meaning very clear.

Mo Yu didn't even look at him.

The night wind flicked the palace skirt, and Weixue fell between her temples.

She looked at the brightly lit Ping An Road, looked at the dozen or so royal palaces, and said: "The lady is bad for you, but at least has the same benefits."

This sentence is for the princes who have not appeared so far.

"The sons of Xiandi are still alive."

The lights illuminate her face, and she is more beautiful.

Her expression was still so indifferent, and her eyes were hard between her eyes, similar to that of the old one.

"No one left, you are still alive."

"It's a lady, let you live tonight."

"Tonight, I want you to return such benefits."

"I want him to die."

The slight snow fell quietly, just like the silence of Long Street at this time.

I don't know how long it took, someone waved his hand in the light.

Zhou Tong's vision was blurred, and he couldn't clearly see what the man looked like, except that the man was wearing a bright yellow shirt.

The Zhongshan King's Mansion was not closed, but everyone who walked outside the mansion retreated.

How is this going?

Zhou Tong thinks this is ridiculous. Isn’t it true that you are not afraid of Dao Zun?

Mo Yu walked behind him.

Fear enveloped his body again.

He gasped and crawled forward.

There are more than a dozen royal palaces on Pingan Road, as well as the Tianhai family and ministers. King Zhongshan is a lunatic. Are we all lunatics?

He climbed, climbed, and kept climbing, trying to climb to the next dim light.

However, he was still far away, and the lights there went out.

Even the royal palace closed the door.

Then, the sound of the heavy gate closing slowly continued, and the lights on the street went out in sequence.

The night is getting darker.

Zhou Tong is getting colder.

He climbed through the cold and wet snow, the **** long street, all the silence and perseverance, starting with hope, but finally... despair.

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