Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 323: The Peak of the Tang Dynasty! [Please subscribe, please vote for the monthly ticket, please vote for the recommendation ticket. ]

The fake Li calmed down, sat back down, avoided looking at Meng Fan, forced himself not to look at Meng Fan, and then looked straight at Li Xingyun.

Li Xingyun also looked at the fake Li with a calm expression and said, "I have something to ask you!"

"speak!"

The fake Li's palms were full of cold sweat, but he still forced himself to remain calm. He raised the teacup in front of him, took a sip of tea, and pretended to be nothing had happened.

But this one-word answer still revealed the fake Li's inner fear.

Li Xingyun asked meaningfully: "Today, who do you think will stay between you and me?"

"I!"

"Because I am Li Xingyun!"

The fake Li tightly grasped the teacup, watching Meng Fan's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

Li Cunxu was calm at this time and said with a smile: "A real Li Xingyun would not emphasize his identity, only a fake one would."

Fake Li also saw Li Cunxu's inclination and said in a deep voice: "I have always been like this!"

The four of them fell silent at the same time, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, Li Xingyun stood up, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea for the fake Li opposite him, and asked with a smile: "I am still really curious, what on earth have you been through to become what you are now?"

The fake Li picked up the teacup slowly, stroking it with his fingers. There seemed to be a look of reminiscence on his face, but hidden deep in his eyes was uneasiness, fear, and pain.

"Every moment you've experienced, I've experienced, and every moment I've experienced, you'll never be able to imagine, and you'll never have the chance to know."

In order to become Li Xingyun, the fake Li suffered a lot. Every scar on his body told of his past sufferings. And it was precisely because of these pains that the fake Li's hatred for Li Xingyun reached an unprecedented level.

A shadow is always just a shadow, without a real identity. If you want to stand in front of the world with integrity, you have no choice but to replace it!
"Why wouldn't I know?"

Facing Li Xingyun's question, the fake Li lowered his head to glance at the teacup, then suddenly raised his eyebrows again, and uttered murderous words with a smile on his face.

"Because...you will die here today!"

As he said this, the fake Li offered a toast with tea from a distance: "Please!"

Li Xingyun put down the teapot, picked up the tea in his hand, and said, "Thank you!"

After saying that, the two of them drank the tea in one gulp.

Meng Fan and Li Cunxu each waved their folding fans in their hands and looked at the two people calmly. However, Meng Fan looked like a person who was not in the play, while Li Cunxu's face inadvertently flashed a hint of evil.

After the two put down their teacups, Li Xingyun was about to pick up the teapot again, but was stopped by Li Cunxu with a folding fan.

"It's not nice to let the customers do it themselves, so I'll do it!"

Li Cunxu took the teapot from Li Xingyun and refilled each of the two, then held out the folding fan in his hand and said, "Please!"

Li Xingyun looked at the fake Li: "There is one more thing I want to ask you!"

"But it doesn't matter!"

"How do you want me to die?"

Li Xingyun asked this question calmly, as if he was not discussing his own life.

A smile suddenly appeared on the fake Li's lips, and then he waved his hand to the people behind him.

Ma Xiyue, the prince of Chu, clapped his hands, and countless archers appeared on the wall of Xuanwu Gate, drawing their bows and arrows, pulling their bowstrings to the full, aiming at Li Xingyun, Li Cunxu and Meng Fan at the same time. This scene also seemed to give the fake Li some confidence.

Li Xingyun looked around, as if he was unaware of the danger, and actually laughed, "I see. I've heard that the Chu people are very good at archery. It seems that I am really doomed."

Fake Li looked at Li Xingyun's expression, and his hand holding the teacup suddenly paused. He wondered in his heart if Li Xingyun had any other tricks up his sleeve.
He then glanced at Li Cunxu and Meng Fan, only to see that they were still calm, as if they didn't take him seriously at all.

However, to boost his own momentum, the fake Li still insisted: "Yes, it is also thanks to the person next to us who proposed to meet at Xuanwu Gate."

"Since ancient times, heroes have been crowned kings and their victories have been defeated. This time next year, I will burn a stick of incense for you and the Crown Prince Yin who died here."

The words have not yet fallen.

Li Xingyun shook his head and said, "Wrong!"

"Today, I will not die!"

Fake Li put down the teacup in his hand. He didn't know what Li Xingyun could rely on, so he snorted coldly and asked tentatively: "Why do you say that?"

"Because of you and me, there is a difference!"

"You mean the scars on my body?"

Li Xingyun shook his head and said: "No, although this is the difference between you and me, the difference is not between you and me..."

Before Li Xingyun could finish his words, the fake Li snorted again.

"It seems you know what I'm talking about."

Li Xingyun looked at the fake Li with burning eyes.

Fake Li smiled confidently and said, "You mean the people behind me? Yes, each of them has their own plans and no one is really helping me."

"Even if you die, or I die, or the two people beside me, or if both of us die here, they don't care."

"But at least, they are standing behind me obediently now. Where are your people?"

"Where is Zhang Zifan?"

"Where is Lu Linxuan again?"

Fake Li looked at the teacup as if it were a toy in his hand, and sneered: "Hahaha, I remember now, you asked them to go to Wu to ask for help, but now the King of Wu is behind me."

"Hum hum!"

Then, the fake Li suddenly raised his eyes, looked at Li Xingyun sternly and said: "In fact, your life or death is not that important to me. I actually hope that you can live, just like I once experienced."

"Live in pain!"

In this respect, the fake Li is actually very similar to Meng Fan. It can only be said that they are worthy of being twin brothers. They both like to kill people and destroy their hearts.

Death may be easy for a person, but never-ending torture is the greatest pain for a person.

Therefore, Meng Fan chose to let Li Xingyun live and spare him, but Li Xingyun's future path had already been clearly arranged by Meng Fan.

Replace the Bad Commander, and become numb with pain in the dark killing.

Even someone as strong as Yuan Tiangang, with such a strong character, who had experienced a hundred years of the Tang Dynasty and only sat on the position of the Bad Commander for a few decades, became extremely miserable because he had witnessed too much darkness and killing, and bluntly said that he was tired of living!
What he was fed up with was the repetitive intrigues and deceptions in the court, and what he was fed up with was the deaths caused by blood and screams. Yuan Tiangang had been performing and watching this for a hundred years, and he just felt that it was ridiculous.

Even Li Chunfeng once said that Yuan Tiangang was the only pitiful person in the world.

What about Li Xingyun?
Can he bear it?

(End of this chapter)