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People's eyes turned red and they looked away, unable to bear to watch.

They felt ashamed, but they could do nothing about it. They could only mourn for this young man who had done so much for them with the cheapest emotion of sadness.

When Wang Zhongguang saw that Ji Gang had no life left, he also stopped.

But he didn't leave.

He then took out a plum from somewhere and started chewing it with a crunching sound.

Bright red plum juice flowed from the corners of his mouth, like human blood.

He looked at Ji Gang's body in front of him and ate with relish.

The crowd was silent, and the only sound on the noisy street was the sound of Wang Zhongguang eating plums.

Tao Yunjiang watched all this quietly from a distance.

The blood and energy in her body were still surging.

The girl never stopped trying to break through Uncle Zhang's bloody suppression.

Her eyes were red and she tried her best to squeeze out the blood and energy in her body.

But Uncle Zhang's powerful blood energy was like a mountain pressing on her shoulders, making her unable to move at all.

"Second Young Master, we..."

The attendant just now led the horse and walked forward cautiously and asked.

Wang Zhongguang didn't say anything and continued to eat the plums slowly.

The followers did not dare to say anything more and could only wait anxiously.

After a long time, Wang Zhongguang finally finished eating the plums, but he still didn't see the person he was waiting for.

Tsk, that's so boring.

"let's go."

He threw the plum pit aside, curled his lips and prepared to leave.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion among the crowd.

Wang Zhongguang was a little surprised, stopped and stood still.

The crowd in front of him automatically parted to make a path.

A young man in brocade clothes crossed the road and walked slowly towards them.

He remained silent and looked somewhat sad.

"Buzz!"

Uncle Zhang clearly felt that Tao Yunjiang's blood fluctuations had risen another point, and he could hardly suppress it anymore.

He had to use all his strength at the peak of the fifth level to barely control her.

"Hey, His Royal Highness Prince Guangling?"

Wang Zhongguang smiled as if he was meeting an old friend.

"It's been a long time since we last met. How have you been these days?"

Fang Weihan seemed to have not heard what he said at all.

Just now in Huanhua Tower, Mr. Zhao rushed into the private room and told him that Ji Gang and Wang Zhongguang had some conflicts.

Fang Weihan was very worried that something bad might happen, so he hurried over.

But unexpectedly, he was still a step late.

Why...Wang Zhongguang appeared in the outer city area?

Shouldn't he be in Huanhua Tower?

Could it be that Xie Lingwan's information was false...

He couldn't figure it out.

Fang Weihan walked step by step to Ji Gang's side and squatted down slowly.

There was a wound on Ji Gang's chest, which looked like someone had pierced him with a sharp weapon from behind.

There was a trail of blood more than ten meters long behind him, and it was obvious that he had struggled violently and crawled for a long time before his death.

Fang Weihan noticed that Ji Gang seemed to be holding something tightly in his hand.

He pried open Ji Gang's stiff fingers and took out the things inside.

A copper coin covered in blood.

This thing... should be very important to him, right?

Fang Weihan picked up the copper coin with trembling hands and put it in his pocket.

A few days ago, he solemnly promised himself that he would follow him to recreate the prosperous era of Emperor Gaozu.

I had even thought that I would find a way to get him a title in the future so that he could get rid of the label of a deserter and no longer be looked down upon by others.

Ji Gang died with his eyes closed, which proves that he died with a clear conscience.

Yes, he really deserves everyone.

For the people, he worked hard and was busy saving people until the last moment.

For his mother, he was willing to bear the infamy of being a deserter and rush back to see her off for the last time.

He has done everything he could for me.

To the country...

Oh, this country has nothing to repay him.

Such a person, now died in broad daylight in a busy street of Changming, inexplicably, killed in a conspiracy against him.

Fang Weihan closed his eyes in pain.

If it weren't for my intervention, Ji Gang might not have died.

He could have had a better future.

He has not yet married, he has not yet gotten rid of his status as a deserter, he has not yet made any achievements...

I was the one who dragged him into this.

Waves of regret flooded Fang Weihan's heart like a tide.

"Your Highness looks sad?"

Looking at Fang Weihan who lowered his head and remained silent, Wang Zhongguang kindly reminded him.

"Is it because you saw this man die?"

"Oh, this guy just tried to harm me with a sharp weapon, but I killed him because he was not strong enough."

"He really deserves to die."

Fang Weihan stood up and looked at him coldly.

"Why? Your Highness doesn't believe it?"

Wang Zhongguang was a little surprised, and then he burst into laughter.

"If Your Highness doesn't believe it, you can ask the people around here!"

"Ask them if this is really what the king said."

Wang Zhongguang opened his arms and looked around.

"Hey, tell me. Who saw me kill someone on purpose just now? Come out!"

He laughed wildly, bent over with laughter, and even retched a little.

The crowd was completely silent, as still as ashes.

Fang Weihan turned a deaf ear to him. He just looked at Wang Zhongguang quietly, with no sadness or joy in his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Your Highness?"

Wang Zhongguang wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at Fang Weihan with amusement.

"Could it be...Your Highness wants to kill me?"

He couldn't help but laugh.

"Come on, kill me! Kill me!"

When the guards around Wang Zhongguang heard this, they quickly stood between the two men, drew their swords and watched Fang Weihan intently.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Weihan.

Tao Yunjiang felt heartbroken as he looked at the silent Fang Weihan.

The girl could sense the deep sadness in him.

She closed her eyes, and two lines of tears slowly flowed down the corners of her eyes.

Uncle Zhang was also looking at Fang Weihan.

He was sure that Fang Weihan would not do anything.

Because he didn't dare.

Let’s not talk about whether he, a Mingwu third-level cultivator, can defeat the several fourth-level guards around Wang Zhongguang.

Even if he did, how would he resolve the subsequent impact of this incident?

He just glanced away and looked away.

Yi Yin, who had been silent from beginning to end, still did not speak, but judging from the direction of his body, he was obviously looking in Fang Weihan's direction.

The looks that the people around looked at Fang Weihan were much more complicated.

There are expectations, shame, and sympathy.

But no matter what the looks were, no one spoke from beginning to end.

They were all waiting for Fang Weihan, just waiting in silence.

Under the gaze of everyone, Fang Weihan finally took action.

He raised his hand, and the Lumen Sword appeared from the void and was held in his hand.

Fang Weihan lowered his sword and walked towards Wang Zhongguang step by step.

The tip of his sword slashed across the land that had just been stained with Ji Gang's blood.

Wang Zhongguang watched him walk towards him step by step, and he could hardly suppress the smile on his face.

That's right, attack me!

He could already imagine Wang Boguang being extremely worried and helpless about what to do after today.

"What? Are you really going to do it, Your Highness Prince Guangling?"