The young man sat quietly on the dragon chair, expressionlessly listening to the sounds of fighting outside the hall, his eyes still dozing.
The young man's lips are getting whiter and whiter, and the sounds of fighting outside the palace are becoming clearer and clearer.
Finally, the blood of loyal soldiers was sprinkled into the hall, and drops fell on the marble floor like blooming red plums.
The visitor stepped into the cold and dark hall with blood all over his body. The sound of footsteps and the clash of armor echoed intertwinedly, giving people the illusion that he was coming back from a battle.
In fact, it is true, for those who win.
"Seventh brother, this world is not suitable for you after all." The fifth prince gently turned the silver gun in his hand and stepped up to the imperial court step by step.
The young man raised his eyes when he heard the sound. The only candle in the hall reflected in his dark eyes, flickering on and off like a will-o'-the-wisp floating on a country road.
All life will eventually be extinguished.
His pupils were still dilated, and the young man smiled softly, like the blooming Manzhu Shahua on the other side: "Then what is suitable for me... This world is always so boring..."
The sound became smaller and smaller with the young man's dilated pupils, until he could no longer hear it.
Can't hear the young man's breathing
Ye Gujun raised his hand, and the tip of the spear pierced his brother's heart mercilessly.