Murong Li looked at the person who was slowly falling in front of him in disbelief. He dropped the Yanzhi sword in his hand and hugged the person who was about to fall to the ground. "Your Majesty! No, wait any longer! Someone is here! Someone come and save him!" "Ah Li, I'm sorry. I shouldn't disbelieve Ah Li. Ah Li is still the same Ah Li. Can Ah Li blame me for leading troops to attack Yaoguang? Ahem!" Zhi Ming coughed out a mouthful of blood. "Your Majesty, stop talking. I have never blamed you." Murong Li was so scared for the first time. He was not so scared even when Yao Guang was killed and he planned to die. "A Li, Luo Min will definitely find a way to contact Zhong Kunyi after this king's death. Then A Li can do it, cough cough, cough cough!" Zhi Ming felt that he had no strength left, leaning on Murong Li's arms and looking back on the past of this life like a revolving door in front of his eyes. "It's a pity that I still don't know what A Li wants." Zhi Ming felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and the voices in his ears were getting farther and farther away. "No! That's not the case. Your Majesty, what I want has never been this world. What I want is just that I hope your Majesty can live a happy life. Zhi Ming, wait for me..."