The years when I was doing things in another world

Chapter 361 His Majesty, He Should...

His life is bitter, but there are still a few happy days to speak of.

But what about that person?
From birth to death, he has nothing but his name behind him.

And the only thing left by him, because of his despicableness and selfishness, cannot be made public.

He is reluctant.

After that person finally died, he learned to be reluctant, but he was still selfish.

He hated the world to know how humiliating and unbearable he was in his short but splendid life.

The body of an emperor is a puppet.

Became a bird in a cage, became a subjugated king.

Selfishly concealing his scars, fearing that the world would know his crimes, so that he could not stay on the land he once lived on.

Thinking about the time when the body is dying and the soul is gone, he should be happy.After all, this world is a sea of ​​suffering for him, and only death can be his liberation.

Da Situ wanted to hate himself to death.

He certainly saved his life, but he also ruined his life.

That should have been a glorious character.

He should have seen He Qinghaiyan, he should have been admired by thousands of people in the temple, he should have lived a long life and prolong his descendants...

He was blindfolded by hatred, which made him fall like this.

Why, why wasn't he the one who died?

Dreaming back at midnight, how many times he questioned himself.

The answer seems obvious, he doesn't care about the world, nor is he kind.

His Majesty saved his people for him and sacrificed himself for benevolence.

Even in a situation where he could not protect himself, His Majesty never forgot his people for a moment.

It's ridiculous, when he was alive, no one knew that he loved the people like a son, let alone that he was amazingly talented and unparalleled in the country.

Even he... didn't know.

That's right, how did he care about him before he was alive?
Before he was alive, he was his prisoner and his puppet; after death, he was his majesty and his lover.

Da Situ closed his eyes in pain, but two lines of blood and tears flowed out.

He once hated the first emperor, hated fate.

But, the most hateful one is obviously him, isn't it?

At the same time, experiencing the sufferings of the world, His Majesty still has a heart like glass, pure and innocent, but he is full of resentment, hurting others and himself.

It was he who never wanted to get out of hatred and take a look at this world where there was still light and warmth.

It was he who broke the most flawless glass in the world with his own hands, and it was he who caused such a glorious person to be smashed to pieces, and he would never recover.

His Majesty committed suicide, sacrificing his soul for the sake of his thousands of people.

But...if he hadn't blocked all his paths, why would he be here?

His Majesty, at that time... only one life could be used as a bargaining chip.

He actually forced him to be so...

Tears of blood rolled down, Da Situ opened his eyes.

There was a blur of scarlet in his vision, but he didn't care about it.

He stretched out his hand and picked up the third glass cup.

The transparent liquid flowed in the mouth, tasteless, as if it was not wine but water.

In a trance, he saw a pair of clear and lingling pupils in the crimson eyes.

The owner of those eyes cast a glance at him after tens of millions of years, without hatred or love, as plain as water.

But with a dash of compassion, it seemed that he was pitying him, a poor guy who had been fooled by hatred for most of his life.

Da Situ covered his mouth, but couldn't stop sobbing.

He would rather he hated him.

This at least proves that he has left some traces in his heart.

Or, let him feel a little less guilty.

However, those watery eyes are so calm and indifferent.

As if he was just a plant, not the person who hurt him the most.

He used to hate his indifference, but now he hates his ignorance.

(End of this chapter)