Recently, for some unknown reason, the atmosphere in the hall has become much weirder.
Manager Rong taught well, although it was quiet every day before, but there was still a bit of anger, but now, there is only lifelessness left.
There was no longer a smile on the palace man's face, and his demeanor was a little more cautious.
Jian Xiuyun was really curious, and after a few days of chatting with the palace servants who served him, he learned that the reason for his recent disorientation was because of Kan Wenxiao's sudden change of temperament recently.
After he unified the realm of comprehension, he no longer set up sects, but just like the world, he called himself the emperor, and the rest were all ministers.
Many senior elders from the Eight Gates Sect refused to accept it and went to discuss it.
Kan Wenxiao would have heard a word before, but this time he directly promulgated the decree.
Those who still came to persuade, without exception, were all beheaded, not only that, but also skinned and hung at the gate of the city as a warning to others.
For a while, everyone was in danger, and no one raised any objections.
Jian Xiuyun was startled when he heard this, and after he calmed down, he continued to ask: "Who was killed?"
The palace man lowered his voice immediately, with fear, "There are too many, I can't remember."
"Autumn waters are long, the heavens are too few people, the water is cold and the mountains are clear and the sky is shining, and the flowers and willows are bowed... National hatred is unforgivable, and selfish hatred is the most difficult to eliminate..."
The banquet tables with nanmu and bamboo inlaid waists were lined up from top to bottom, and everyone sat in order according to their status. Kan Wenxiao sat on the huanghuali chair full of dragon patterns at the top.
He looked a little drunk, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, his eyelids were half closed, and the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile.
Ruyu tapped the table lightly with her fingers, and an attendant immediately stepped forward, picked up the silver jug inlaid with jade and inlaid with dragon patterns on the table, and filled his cup with wine.
Although the huge room was full of people, there were only babbling operas and the sound of wine flowing into the cup.
"Why are you so cautious, gentlemen, relax a bit." Kan Wenxiao looked at the silent crowd, with amused tone in his tone.
"Yes." There was a neat response immediately below.
Then they picked up their chopsticks one after another, and began to eat the dishes without taste, even chewing very softly.
Seeing this, Kan Wenxiao sneered, and put the glazed cup in his hand on the table, the cup body touched the table, making a moderate collision sound.
There was another moment of silence on the court.
Hua Dan, who was singing Bai on the stage, was also affected by the atmosphere. She broke a note, then realized something, immediately knelt down, knocked her head heavily on the ground, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, forgive me."
The smile on Kan Wenxiao's lips faded.
He stood up and walked down slowly from above, his eyes wandering over their faces, and everyone he met avoided avoiding them.
Kan Wenxiao didn't care, and walked all the way to Huadan.
He lowered his head and looked at the thin shoulders of the woman in front of him shivering uncontrollably, with sweat dripping from his forehead.
Kan Wenxiao raised her head with his hand, and asked, "Am I a jackal or a tiger? Why are you afraid of this?"
The woman's eyelashes couldn't help trembling, her eyes dodged, she didn't dare to look at him at all, "No, I'm not afraid."
"Lie." Kan Wenxiao said, moving his fingers down, pinching the woman's slender neck.
The woman trembled like chaff in an instant, and she couldn't even utter her begging.
Kan Wenxiao let go of his hand, with a hint of boredom in his eyes, "It's boring."
Everyone fell silent.
Kan Wenxiao looked at the huge stage, thought for a moment, and seemed to think of something interesting, his brows and eyes widened.
"Go and invite Jian Xianjun."
As soon as Jian Xiuyun entered the hall, he saw Kanwen Xiao Yao sitting on a high place, holding a wine glass, with serious eyes.
The atmosphere in the hall was particularly dignified.
Obviously, it should be a scene of drinking wine, singing and dancing, but all of you present are like little widows going to the grave.
Kan Wenxiao didn't look at him, and no one led him to a seat. Jian Xiuyun looked around and only saw an empty seat beside Kan Wenxiao.
After hesitating for a moment, she walked over and sat down beside him.
Before he could open his mouth, he heard Kan Wenxiao say calmly: "Just now I thought of a good show, so I invite Master to watch it together."
Just as Jian Xiuyun said "Yes", he heard a wolf howl.
Jian Xiuyun froze for a moment, then turned to look up the stage.
At some point, an iron cage was raised on the huge stage, and the red cloth was lifted, revealing a snow wolf.
The wolf was robust, and it seemed that it hadn't eaten for a long time. Its eyes were shining with hunger and thirst, and it walked in the cage impatiently, hitting the iron cage with its head from time to time, making loud noises.
Jian Xiuyun looked at Kan Wenxiao in surprise, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.
Sure enough, in the next second, a man covered in injuries was thrown onto the stage.
After seeing who that person was, Jian Xiu suddenly stood up.
Subconsciously, he wanted to run to the stage, but before he could move, someone grabbed his wrist.
"Master, don't worry, the fun will begin soon."
Jian Xiuyun tried hard, but did not shake off his hand.
Then he looked at him in disbelief, his voice changed, "Are you crazy? You sealed his spiritual power, and he will be eaten."
Kan Wenxiao looked at him with indifferent eyes, and there was no wave in the ancient well, "Life and death are fate."
Jian Xiuyun was furious, "Damn life, you are sick! This is human life!"
Kan Wenxiao seemed to be aroused by this sentence, his eyes finally changed, and a little anger appeared, and he pulled Jian Xiuyun into his arms with force with his palm.
Then he said to the audience: "Throw it in."
As soon as his words fell, two guards stepped forward, one of them lifted Lin Liao Ting and threw him into the cage.
Lin Liaoting's mouth was sealed and he couldn't shout, but his actions also showed his fear and anxiety.
The injuries on his body were too serious, just barely standing up with the help of the ground, the wolf had already walked in front of him.
Lin Liaoting was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground in an instant, crawled to the door with all four limbs on the ground, beat on the iron door desperately, and let out a "woo woo" cry.
The snow wolf kept pacing around him, as if waiting for the best opportunity.
Jian Xiuyun only felt that his heart was being tightly pinched by someone, and he was so anxious that he wanted to rush over immediately, but he couldn't get rid of it no matter what. He was anxious and angry, grabbed the hand that was controlling him, and bit down hard .
Kan Wenxiao didn't hide, let him bite, and soon there were bloodstains winding down, but the hand that imprisoned him did not loosen a bit.
Jian Xiuyun opened his mouth, gripped his collar tightly, and shouted like crazy: "Kan Wenxiao, are you crazy! Get him released soon! It will be too late, he is your senior brother Ah! Kan Wenxiao..."
But no matter how he begged. Kan Wenxiao remained indifferent.
At this time, he suddenly heard a few suppressed gasps.
Jian Xiuyun loosened his skirt and turned his head away.
Many people in the audience lowered their heads, and some timid ones directly covered their eyes.
There was a trace of blood, and Jian Xiuyun looked up to the stage.
The people on the stage were lying straight on the ground, their necks were bitten off by snow wolves, and a lot of blood was sprayed out.
And the wolf was swallowing his flesh and blood, and the sound of greedy biting and chewing echoed in the hall.
"Liao Ting!"
Jian Xiuyun only felt that this sound seemed to have exhausted all his mental strength, and there was a pain in his throat, and there was a burst of fishy feeling.
Then, a mouthful of blood spit out.
It seemed that someone was calling him.
Jian Xiuyun turned her head away, only to see the lips of the person in front of her opening and closing, but she couldn't hear what he was saying.
His eyes began to blur, and Jian Xiuyun suddenly felt that he was gradually overlapping with Kan Wenxiao from the previous life.
The same hideous face, the same cold-blooded cruelty, the same tall and powerful, irresistible.
It was always like this, he gave orders from above, and he could make their lives worse than death.
Strong hatred suddenly gushed out uncontrollably.
Before he could react, the porcelain piece hidden in his hand suddenly stabbed at Kan Wenxiao.
In the end, it missed by an inch, slashing across his right cheek.
Kan Wenxiao didn't hide, but was just slightly stunned. He raised his hand to touch the blood on his face, then took his hand and put it on his neck.
"Master, this place should be cut off."
Jian Xiuyun's hands trembled slightly, but he never exerted any force. He just looked into his eyes, which gradually turned red.
"Wen Xiao." Jian Xiuyun spoke with a hoarse voice.
"Let them go, let yourself go too, your hatred, can I bear it all by myself?"
Kan heard Xiao Wenyan, laughed out loud, and before he could speak, Jian Xiuyun quickly withdrew his hand and slashed his neck open with a porcelain piece.
Blood gushed out immediately and splashed on his face.