It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Chapter 185 Killing and punishing the heart (2)

Zheng Li stepped onto the long steps paved with ice and snow.

Messy, like fragments of glass, splitting the mirror of memories into four pieces.

South Korea, Zhao State, Chu State.

Noisy, the past was a frozen lake. Once she fell in, the incoming water submerged her. The ice was biting and then penetrated into the bone marrow, making her tremble all over.

Ten years of confusion, ten years of alienation, and ten years of indifference.

What she forgets is what she holds tightly; what she lets go is what she is entangled with.

The night was thick and the cold air was sucked into his abdomen. Ying Zheng was covered in blood and trampled on the corpse of his enemy from the ruins.

The hair crown was still barely in place, and Tai A Jian could smell the bloodlust.

Gurgling, gurgling——

There were sharp marks on the ice, and we walked step by step to the deepest abyss.

Ying Zheng pressed his hands on the hilt of his sword, bowed and stood under the blood moon, his eyes sinking into the darkness.

Behind the black robe, one could see a dilapidated crimson street, with a few orange lanterns swaying constantly at the end of the road, almost trying to drag evil and sin to hell before giving up.

The red eyes were like the blood-colored pupils in a nightmare.

"Dead, dead?"

The man was shocked, and yellow liquid oozed from under his clothes, "Yes, yes."

He wanted to grab the hem of his clothes but didn't dare. When he saw Tai'a's sharp edge, he retracted his hand.

"Zhao, Zhao Zheng. We used to live in the same alley, and I... I was still your friend."

Ying Zheng glanced sharply at the man lying on the ground like a puddle of mud. How arrogant this big man was.

With a flick of his arms, the thin Zhao Zheng could only fly into the mud.

Nowadays, trampling him to death is as easy as trampling to death an ant!
"Friendly neighbor?"

Ying Zheng just smiled and asked scornfully.

"At this time, what did you think about today?"

Zhao Ren's face turned white.

Big beads of sweat formed into thin lines from his plump neck.

"No! It's not me, it's the king... No, it's Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian took the lead. I just followed him. I, I didn't do anything!"

This Zhao man has a good relationship with Zhao Qian. If Zhao Guo recruits troops, he can continue this relationship; if Zhao Guo guards the city, he can also not show up because of this relationship.

Normally, he would be even more domineering.

When King Qin brought up the past.

He doesn't remember anything.

The bully back then had long forgotten what happened in the past, and Ying Zheng only found it very funny.

And now.

He didn't know where he offended King Qin.

"Zhao Zheng, no no, King Qin, King Qin, please let me go."

Zhao Ren, who was kneeling on the ground with his body bent into a bamboo hat, felt the breath of death.

There was no pain in the excitement in his body, but the gallbladder in his abdomen had been cut by the sword energy. This fear and fear spread to the stinging pain in his head.

His whole body was like chaff.

Mistakes crucified him in his head.

Zhao Ren didn't think too much about the past at all, but the man standing in front of him had the breath of death approaching.

Only then will he feel afraid.

Cold light gushes out and makes a tingling sound, as if seeing the sun and moon hanging upside down.

"You, tyrant!"

"Tyrant?" Ying Zheng smiled deeply, "When you surrounded me, why didn't you think that I would be a tyrant?"

"...Back then, back then, it was because," he thought for a long time and found a reasonable answer, "because you are from Qin!"

"People of Qin? Is it reasonable to insult people of Qin?!" Ying Zheng glanced at him and spoke to him with the utmost patience. He held the hilt of his sword in his hand: "What do you want me to see? Called a tyrant!" "Zhao Zheng!"

Ying Zheng raised his sword decisively and rolled his head cleanly. The head rolled several times in the snow, melting the snow on the ground and drawing blood.

Zheng Li was already getting wet from the increasingly cold frost and snow.

Howling cries pierced the alley.

The long steps are stained with the blood of death, just like the bitter cold of Xuantian.

Frost and snow were coming in the distance.

"A Zheng!"

Zheng Li came running from the end.

Seeing that his face was covered in blood, he couldn't speak at all, only deep sorrow.

Ying Zheng stagnated and seemed to lose his strength immediately.But the sword held tightly in his hand did not loosen, and the more he held it, the more sweat he became.

The frosty wind blows on the body, like a knife slowly peeling off piece by piece.

He glimpsed the hidden darkness around the corner, and something seemed to be moving. It was a child, shivering and huddled in the corner.

He looked at Ying Zheng and the sword in his hand.

When Ying Zheng saw the child, he was obviously stunned. The fear and fear in the child's eyes seemed to be looking at a devil.

Ying Zheng doesn't mind turning into a demon.

Not far away, there were three people witnessing this scene.

"Did you see it?" Han An began to laugh sinisterly, "This is what Ying Zheng wants to do, is this the king who the princess said he wanted to unify the world?"

Han An's last words haven't finished yet.

Snapped--

Xu Zhi waved his hand and slapped Han An on the face.

"Ying Hehua!"

After all, Han An is a man with martial arts skills and his reaction is quite quick.He was once the King of Han, and he would not show any mercy or hesitation towards Ying Hehua when he was bullied like this.

At the critical moment, Li Xian pressed the hilt of the sword against the sword he was about to unsheath.

"Jing Qian."

She turned to look at Han An calmly, her eyes glowing darkly in the darkness, "You react immediately when you are humiliated."

"If this kind of humiliation lasts for seven years and lags for 20 years, how will you react?"

"I don't think it's right for my father to kill someone. It's just Han An. We haven't experienced other people's hell, so we are not qualified to judge right from wrong."

At this time, the snowflakes were flying to the ground, and the blood on the ground began to solidify.

Ying Zheng's voice rose and fell in the darkness. Once flat, it fluctuated several times.

Through the black screen, I could vaguely see the blue and white sleeves.

His temple hair was messy, blood spots spread from his face to the edge of his clothes, and everything was mottled.

"lady?"

"Why are you here?"

In the dark night, covered by clouds and moon.

Zheng Li didn't say anything and hugged him.

"A Zheng."

"you are too tired."

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the next morning

When Zhang Liang woke up, most of what happened last night had already passed.

He vaguely remembered that Ying Hehua brought one glass after another of drinks in front of him.

　Thanks to my book friend for taking off my real vest. It’s okay. I’m smiling. It’s Shi’an_
　　
　
(End of this chapter)