Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty Called Me a Demon? the Devil's Way Is the Devil's Way

With a wave of his robe sleeves, the gate suddenly opened. The two of them looked at each other across the door, and their eyes revealed the grudge and blood feud that had lasted for years. Zhu Yuanzhang walked into the temple without saying a word, his dragon robe stained with dust and his steps steady. "Yao Dao, you lied to me, and you did a terrible job." Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the man in front of him who he once respected as a national teacher and regarded as a god. My throat was slightly astringent, but there was no sign of tears, only a sense of deathly sadness. His wife died, his grandson died, the prince died, and the fate of the country was swallowed up... The great Ming Dynasty was shattered into pieces by Zhao Yu. Zhao Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone calm. "If Your Majesty is just here to ask questions, then all I can do is say sorry." "But even if I had to do it again, I would still do this. I am a demon, so why should I be soft-hearted?" Facing this old and pale emperor, Zhao Yu only had an understatement to apologize. Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slowly, as if he had expected this answer. "Yes." Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyes, his gaze suddenly as sharp as a knife, "But I just want to know one thing. Today, I can pull you, the demon, to die together." Before he finished speaking, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly raised his right hand, and a dagger with a cold glow was revealed from the dragon robe. When Zhao Yu saw this, a disdainful sneer appeared on his lips. A dying emperor wants to hurt him with a dagger?