In a ruined temple on the outskirts of the city, it was silent and desolate. It had been a long time since no one had been here, but at this moment there was a figure in black carrying a sack quietly standing in it. After a while, the shadow opened the sack and opened his mouth. He fell to the ground fiercely.
Inside, a young man broke free. It was the young man who had committed troubles on the street during the day. In his own words, he was the real prince Lin Yang.
Lin Yang came out of the sack and looked at the man in black in front of him in horror. Fang Cun was completely gone: "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Haha..." The man in black laughed, and Lin Yang's voice was a little familiar: "Mr. Lin, you are frightened."
As he said, the man in black slowly took off his veil, revealing a face that made Lin Yang shocked and angry: "Housekeeper Chen, it's you!"
Lin Yang looked at this once loyal and friendly face, but his heart was filled with flames of remorse and anger. He stood up abruptly and was about to rush towards the steward Chen:
"It's you, and Chen Chaoge, you lied to me together! You stole my tokens and my identity, you crooks! I want to kill you!"
Steward Chen laughed, with some sneers.
He looked at Lin Yang's body holding his hands high, and flew a kick directly, kicking directly on Lin Yang's chest, kicking the latter directly upside down for several meters, and fell to the ground.
puff!
Lin Yang spouted blood, feeling a heart-piercing pain in his chest, but his angry eyes still stared at the slowly walking Steward Chen.
Steward Chen was still smiling, like a wild cat teasing a dying mouse. He squatted in front of Lin Yang and slowly said:
"His Royal Highness is kind, and I am afraid that your brother-in-law will not look down on you. When I come to send you on the road, I will explain everything to you clearly, and I will be a ghost in death."
"There is no Chen Chaoge in this world. The eldest son of the Chen family has suddenly died of an illness. There is only one prince, Lin Yang, who looks very much like you."
"You... shameless..."
Lin Yang opened his mouth, his mouth full of blood foam, and his breathing was getting harder and harder. Just now, Steward Chen's kick had shattered his heart and lungs.
"Don't blame Master Chaoge." Steward Chen gradually put away his smile, and murderous intent began to appear on his body: "To blame, you can only blame you for being too stupid and naive. You can only blame you for being like Master Chaoge. It's similar, I can only blame you for giving birth to a prince, but I don't have the blessing to enjoy it!"
"I, I hate... I hate you!"
Lin Yang on the ground almost hated that he was about to crush a mouthful of steel teeth. If Guo's eyes could kill people, I'm afraid this housekeeper Chen has already broken into pieces.
"Well, it's time to hit the road."
Steward Chen straightened up, looked at Lin Yang coldly, stretched out the soles of his feet again, and stepped heavily on Lin Yang's chest.
This time, Steward Chen used the power of the martial artist, and Lin Yang's chest collapsed directly, and his whole body spewed blood into the sky again, and suddenly became wilted, seeing that he lost his last vitality.
"In your next life, remember to be smarter."
Steward Chen raised his foot and flew Lin Yang's body into the ruined temple that collapsed halfway. Then, he took out a fire fold and followed the wind, and it was a flame that flew directly to the door of the ruined temple. Under the wooden door.
After a cup of tea, the entire ruined temple had turned into a sea of flames, and even the god Luo could not save Lin Yang's tragic fate.
It was only then that Steward Chen's figure disappeared in place...
Am I... going to die like this
In the ruined temple, Lin Yang at the time of his death has no sense of touch.
In front of him was a darkness of deep despair.
In his heart, he was unwilling to die with anger.