"Who is she?" Jun Zhangyue asked in a daze.
"Changyue, I'll explain to you later, we are all under Jun Changsheng's control right now, what can you do?" Sikong Han asked urgently.
"Are you... Duke Qing's prostitute?" Jun Zhangyue looked at the woman's pregnant belly with a pale face, and immediately remembered this face.
The woman nodded, feeling a little afraid of the unknown situation, so she even hid behind Sikong Han.
This action irritated Jun Zhangyue's eyes instantly red, he gasped and staggered two steps back, the tears of joy suddenly turned into heart-piercing pain.
"You betrayed me? Sikong Han, you betrayed me! How could you betray me!" Jun Zhangyue screamed, without pain or despair, just full of unbelievable anger.
He did everything for Sikong Han, even forsaking his own conscience and dignity, what he got was his betrayal
"Changyue..." Sikong Han felt a stabbing pain in his heart, after all he loves Jun Changyue, and seeing his heartbroken like this makes him feel uncomfortable.
He took a step forward and wanted to hug him in his arms to comfort him, but he felt a pain in his stomach, and when he looked down, he saw Jun Zhangyue was holding a small knife in his hand, so hard that even the handle of the knife almost pierced into his flesh and blood.
"You're not Sikong Han, you're Du Yuxian. My Sikong Han is already dead." The emotion in Jun Zhangyue's eyes disappeared. After he finished speaking with empty eyes, he pulled out the knife quickly, and blood spurted out immediately.
The woman exclaimed and rushed forward to stop the bleeding of her husband, but she only felt a chill on her neck and lost consciousness instantly.
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Sikong Han staggered around in the deep palace at night, his chest and abdomen were covered in blood, soaking the cloth on his body in pitch black, like a badly injured leopard, leaning on the wall to search for life with difficulty and weakness.
There was a clang, and the sound of a blade came from the end of the palace wall.
Sikong Han wiped off the blood on his lips and looked up, only to see a tall and slender figure in the backlight, walking towards him step by step with a knife in his hand, every time he took a step, the sharp blade in his hand lightly bumped against the palace wall, The sound is life-threatening.
No need to look at his face, Sikong Han knew who that person was, since he was born again, he wanted to take his life all the time!
But it was such a person that he seemed to be able to crush to death casually, but he didn't expect that after his rebirth, he didn't even touch a single hair of him.
"You're still alive, I'm a little surprised that he didn't kill you," Nie Jia said.
Sikong Han knew that the time limit had come, so he finally gave up struggling, and sat helplessly on the base of the wall, staring at Nie Jia with resentment and hatred in his eyes, and said, "Do you think there is prosperity under the power? Even if you calm down In the Three Kingdoms, a tyrant is still a tyrant, but unfortunately I don’t have the life to live to see you be overthrown.”
"I am indeed a tyrant, so are you still the God of War?" Nie Jia stood in front of him and smiled contemptuously.
This was a humiliating sentence that only Sikong Han could understand. His face was already pale and colorless after he lost too much blood, but he could still see the embarrassment that spurted blood for a moment, and he couldn't hide his shock, "You...you know me..."
"Know that you are the reborn Sikong Han? That's right, I knew it from the very beginning." Nie Jia squatted down on one knee with his sword on the ground, his expression indifferent and cold, "Sikong Han, the one who is really scared is you. You are afraid Shi Chen, you are afraid of Xuanjia, you are afraid of me, and after you were reborn, you used Du Yuxian’s identity to make small moves. You have neither the ability nor the courage to confront me head-on. You can’t understand my cruelty, but I used it to win the country of Qi , forcing the Kingdom of Liang and Chu to cede land and surrender, you claim to be the God of War in the Kingdom of Yan, and in the northwest for a few years, besides guarding the triumphant city gate, what other achievements have you made?"
I heard that Zhao Wushang was also cut by him on the battlefield, he was indeed unfathomable, he underestimated the enemy.
Sikong Han was silent for a long time, knowing in his heart that he couldn't refute it, he just sneered with blood on his lips, "The peace and tranquility suppressed by brutality is just an illusion. When you die, do you think there will be Yan Kingdom in a hundred years?"
"If the future generations don't have the ability, the great mountains and rivers will be lost. This world has always been in the pocket of the strongest." Nie Jia sneered: "You are such a moron, you won't understand."
Mice? Sikong Han was out of breath, and spit out a mouthful of blood mist.
"Before you ordered the killing of Sikong's clan, I did my best for the country of Yan. You don't care about all of this and haven't reflected on what you have done so far!" He clenched his teeth angrily. Before the real rebellion, he was also loyal to the tyrant. He thought that the country of Yan had given everything, but in the end the tyrant didn't care at all.
"It's you who didn't reflect on yourself. It's the king's right to decide life and death. If you dare to question the kingship again and again or even want to replace it, say it yourself, should you die?" Nie Jia scolded.
Sikong Han was so angry that he almost gritted his teeth.
"Heaven has eyes and will make you pay the price," he said.
Nie Jia sneered: "There is no reward and punishment mechanism in this world. Sikong Han, in the end, if you admit defeat generously, I can make your death more comfortable."
Sikong Han crouched under the wall with red hatred in his eyes: "How do you know that I don't have a third chance to live?" After saying that, he slammed into Nie Jia's knife with all his might.
However, Nie Jia had noticed that he didn't let him get what he wanted, so he avoided it, "Suicide is not the same as being killed. If you want to die, I will fulfill you, but don't even think about killing yourself."
"Are you scared?" Sikong Han leaned on the ground and sneered.
Nie Jia pulled up his hair and put the blade on Sikong Han's neck, and said coldly, "Do you know why I just killed you last time?" His blade bit into Sikong Han's flesh, and instantly The blood flowed for a long time, but it didn't give him any pleasure, it just slowly cut his flesh and blood inch by inch to let him taste the pain.
Sikong Han struggled violently. The pain from his neck being cut slowly made him fearful and desperate. At this moment, he didn't want to argue about anything, he just wanted to die, but this tyrant just refused to give him a good time, and tortured him bit by bit with a sharp knife. .
The blood choked up into the trachea, Sikong Han was accompanied by severe pain and suffocation, he heard the voice in his ear whispering: "Because I know that I can kill you a second time. If you dare to live a third time, I will kill you." I can kill you for the third time, as long as you dare to come back, I can make you die with hatred in every life!"
Before he died completely, Sikong Han gave up struggling, his eyes were only filled with fear, even if God really allowed him to live a third time, at least the answer in his heart at this moment was that he would never dare to be an enemy of this bloodthirsty tyrant again .
Power can really suppress everything... If it can't, it just means it's not strong enough.
Sikong Han died outside Chiyang Palace, and Nie Jia was also covered in blood.
A Xuanjia came over and whispered something in his ear.
Nie Jia stood up and said, "Dead?"
"Yes, it was King Jing's hand." Xuan Jia said.
"If you die, let's die. Send Du Yuxian to Lord Qing, so that their family can be reunited." Nie Jia ordered and entered Chiyang Palace with a knife in hand.
Xuanjia had already cleaned up the body before Nie Jia did it. As soon as Nie Jia entered the inner hall, he saw Jun Zhangyue kneeling on the ground covered in blood, with no sadness or joy on his face. He only looked at it when Nie Jia came in. Looking at his blade that was still bleeding, he said slowly, "Is he dead?"
"Dead." Nie Jia said.
"It's fine to die, he should be a dead person." Jun Zhangyue touched the blood on his robe, and couldn't help but burst into tears until this moment, and burst into tears.
Nie Jia stood at the door and watched Jun Zhangyue's heartbreaking sadness and despair unmoved.
"I don't understand why, why should he!" Jun Zhangyue couldn't breathe, he accepted the status quo, almost suffocating with pain in his heart.
"Both he and Duke Qing need power, and you can't give them the benefits of their marriage." Seeing Jun Changyue's frustrated and desperate appearance, Nie Jia didn't bother to do it himself.
Jun Zhangyue suddenly fell silent, looked at Nie Jia with a puzzled expression for a moment, and then laughed dejectedly, "In the end you still won."
He and Sikong Han lost at the beginning, but they didn't realize it. Now, even though Brother Wang is still brutal, he is the true dragon emperor respected by everyone. Even if the world knows that Sikong God of War is resurrected at this time, they will probably only point at his nose and scold the traitors.
"I never thought of fighting you." Jun Zhangyue said.
"I know, you idiot don't have such a brain." Nie Jia threw the blood-stained knife over, turned and left Chiyang Palace.
Jun Zhangyue is a person whose mind is full of Sikong Han, and Sikong Han has let him down, not to mention what kind of splashes he has made, even if he is alive, he may not be able to motivate him. Not long after Nie Jia left, King Jing fell to his death from the observation platform.
"They're all dead?" Shi Chen was still drinking under the pavilion, seeing Nie Jia came back, he smiled and opened his arms to him.
"They're all dead." Nie Jia took off his blood-stained robe while walking, and returned to Shi Chen's side in a thin long gown.
"Are you happy?" Shi Chen sipped the wine dish to his lips and asked softly.
Nie Jia was taken aback, and said in a daze, "There's nothing to be happy about."
"Once Duke Qing dies, Jun Changsheng's wish will be almost fulfilled. The rebels will all die, and the fate of Qi will be miserable. It is expected that Liang and Chu will not dare to act rashly in our lifetime." Shi Chen said.
Nie Jia took the wine glass he handed over, suddenly a little dazed, "Am I right?"
Shi Chen didn't speak, just patted his head and gave a light laugh, then said slowly in a low voice: "You are right, there really is no reward and punishment mechanism in this world."
Nie Jia nodded, and put his arms around Shi Chen's back.
That night, a big fire broke out in Duke Qing's mansion. No one came out and there were no screams for help. When the fire was extinguished, the officials found that the entire mansion of Duke Qing had their necks touched by knives and died of before the fire.
The Empress King abandoned the people of the next city, dismissed the courtiers, took the former Qi Palace as the royal city, and completely abandoned Zhuolu, leaving the people at a loss.