The emperor's plan: to rule the world

Chapter 462 Dream Mirror ([-])

He stood in the heavy snow that was flying all over the sky, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and looked at the elegant and unparalleled girl in white clothes in the corridor, with a hideous wound in her hand, and bright red blood dripping on her robe, like the girl in front of her eyes. Blossoming red plums.

Caught off guard, he looked at the blood, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

she must be in pain...

For some reason, this thought crossed his mind, and he began to feel sorry for this girl, as if subconsciously felt that this girl was pampered and should not suffer any harm.

Thinking of this, the man in a black robe hurried over. Seeing this scene, the distressed expression in his eyes disappeared for a moment, and in the next moment, he returned to his unchanging meekness and humility.

He ordered people to suppress the captured assassin, and the man silently knelt in front of the girl to plead guilty. He lowered his head, only to feel that there was a clear and lingling gaze sweeping over him, and there was a ray of coldness that was even colder than the flying snow all over the sky. A voice sounded: "...Go back and kneel."

He watched the figure of the girl turn and leave, the long skirt sweeping the floor swept in front of him, and disappeared at the corner of the corridor, ruthlessly and decisively.

He pursed his lips and watched her leave silently. That ruthless figure was like a knife, gouging out his heart with scars and bloody pain, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

Holding an umbrella, Qin Shu saw the man knelt in silence for a long time before slowly standing up. Only then did his dark eyes reveal the sadness that no one could see. He pursed his lips, feeling the pain in front of him. The scene seemed familiar.

It seems that a long, long time ago, he also knelt down in front of a young girl like this, serving her submissively and carefully, taking care of every move, for fear of offending her.

But the girl's expression never softened in front of him.

He looked at the man standing under the eaves of the porch, and through the snow that filled the sky, he still couldn't see the man's face clearly, but the gloomy aura exuding around him made him feel the same, and felt heavy and uncomfortable.

It was like a boulder was pressing on his heart, making him unable to struggle, and he could only watch helplessly, letting it become difficult to breathe.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up in front of him, swirling frost and snow flying in the air, mixed with dazzling red petals, covering all his sight.

He subconsciously wanted to practice martial arts to resist, he remembered that he knew martial arts, but when he wanted to practice martial arts, he was surprised to find that his body was empty, without any internal energy.

He was so blown by the wind that it was difficult to stand up, and the oil-paper umbrella he was holding was lifted. He wanted to raise his feet to catch up, but there was an unbearable pain in his knee.

The pain penetrated into the bone marrow, piercing every inch of skin like countless sharp steel needles, and he couldn't move. The icy cold air poured into his body, freezing the temperature of his body inch by inch, and he shivered with cold.

He looked up blankly and looked around, and the familiar decorations came into view, and he finally knew where it was.

The previous scene appeared in front of my eyes, and the vague and incomprehensible things finally revealed their clues.

It turns out that the punishment to kneel down and reflect on... is what he was talking about.

The icy cold air came up from the ground, and he seemed to be in an ice cellar. There was heavy snow outside the hall, and it drifted in through the open doors and windows. Apart from the cold and bewilderment, he also felt a trace of sadness that came out of nowhere.

That's right, it's sad, when he's sad, he doesn't know where the strength comes from and gets confused.

The rules were engraved in his bones, he was extremely cold and tired, his legs were so painful that they became numb and gradually lost consciousness, but he always kept his posture unchanged and kneeling straight.

He is waiting for someone.

(End of this chapter)