The wounded and dying beast will make a weird low growl, that is because it wants to keep as much sound as possible in its throat, and does not want its weakness to be heard by anyone. But when his thigh muscles were severed and he fell into the snow in front of the Xue residence, Zhou Tong finally couldn't hold back, and let out a painful cry.
This miserable cry was covered up by Miss Xue's exclamation, but it was still very clear, and everyone present heard it.
Miss Xue's family felt even happier, and the steward of Xue's family trembled excitedly.
Logically speaking, Mrs. Xue, who should have reacted the most to this, was still able to maintain her composure, just quietly watching Zhou Tong who fell in the snow.
It was very quiet in front of the Xue residence, only Zhou Tong's heavy breathing could be heard.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Tong got up from the snow, stumbled and continued to walk west of the long street, leaving a trail of blood behind.
Mo Yu walked up to the stone steps, turned around to look at Mrs. Xue, and nodded in greeting.
A few years ago, Xue Xingchuan and she were both the most popular figures in the Tianhai Dynasty, so there was naturally contact between the two parties.
Mrs. Xue returned her salute seriously and said, "Thank you."
Mo Yu didn't say anything, but nodded again, and followed Zhou Tong.
Mrs. Xue looked at the red warm but dark sky, thinking about that day, she silently thanked Chen Changsheng who was nowhere.
At the end of the Tianhai Dynasty, her husband turned from a loyal minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty to a traitor, and Zhou Tong was obviously a traitor, but became an important minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
This is of course unfair. The question is, in this world where no one dares to honor a traitor, who would seek justice for a traitor
At the Orthodox Academy that day, she said that she only hated Zhou Tong for not dying. This was true hatred, a hatred that tinged with despair, and a deep-rooted hatred.
At that time, Chen Changsheng did not speak, did not comfort her, but just looked at her quietly.
When sending her away from the Orthodox Academy, he asked her not to leave the capital.
This is commitment.
He will kill Zhou Tong and let her see it.
So Mrs. Xue did not return to her hometown, but stayed in the capital.
She wanted to see this scene with her own eyes.
At this moment, she finally saw it.
From the time Xue Xingchuan was poisoned to death, to the exposure of his body, to the offering of sacrifices, until tonight, she seldom cried.
But at this time, the two lines were very hot and even some hot tears flowed from her eyes.
She took one last look at the picture of Zhou Tong struggling for his life in the snow, and ordered the steward, "Close the door."
Miss Xue's family was a little surprised, she hugged her arm and said, "Mother, I want to see more, I haven't seen enough."
Seeing the powerful, invincible, and seemingly invincible enemy turned into a wild dog covered in bruises, everyone would want to see it, and no one could get enough of it.
"enough."
Mrs. Xue didn't know whether she was talking about this matter or her daughter, so she turned and entered the mansion.
The door of the mansion closed slowly, blocking out many things and memories.
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There was snow everywhere on Ping An Road, and there was blood everywhere on the snow.
More and more blood flowed out from Zhou Tong's body, even so much that the toxins faded a lot, and the dwindling blood returned to some red.
There are more and more bloody mouths on his body, densely packed, one here and one here, looking extremely miserable.
Those bloody mouths are very particular, the depth and location are enough to make him feel extreme pain, but not enough to cut off his vitality immediately.
When she drew the sword, Mo Yu's beautiful face showed no emotion, she was extremely indifferent, and with her blood-stained palace attire, she looked like a maid of death.
From time to time, sword lights illuminate the dim snowy street.
Zhou Tong was struggling to move forward in the snow. He had long been unable to stand still. He often used his hands and feet to move forward for a certain distance. It seemed that he might fall down at any time, and he would never be able to stand up again. He could no longer suppress the pain and fear, and kept silent like an old wolf. Whenever the sword light came on, he could hear a miserable howl.
This is the most complete humiliation and torture to the body and mind, and this is a torture that seems to never stop.
This was originally a delay.
If it were someone else, no matter how strong their will was, they would probably collapse by this time, and even if they would not kneel down and beg for mercy from the enemy, they would probably try their best to commit suicide. But Zhou Tong did not, because he has tortured and humiliated too many people in his life, and tortured innocent people too much. He has seen the darkest and most painful pictures in the world, he has seen the real hell, and his heart is full of pain. Like a stone soaked in poisonous water for 70,000 years, every piece of moss growing on it is the embodiment of evil. Even though Mo Yu's cruel methods made his body and soul tremble, he still couldn't make him surrender, whether it was to her or to fate, before death came, he would never meet death on his own, on the contrary, he was still like a beggar Very eager for the final victory.
——As long as you can crawl through this bloody long street, you can win.
He screamed, and then said to himself in his heart.
The twilight is getting thicker and thicker, turning into night, and the white snow on the safety road reflects the starlight, which is not enough to illuminate the world.
Suddenly, a dim light fell on Zhou Tong's body. Through the terrifying wound, the bones could be clearly seen.
The light in the distance has no temperature, but Zhou Tong felt his body suddenly warmed up. When he was in the small courtyard, his eyesight had been severely damaged, it was blurry, and he could only see some general outlines. I am very sure that the light is on my right, which is the north of Ping'an Road.
It was the mansion that Grand Master Cheng stayed in the capital before he passed away. It was recently taken over by a powerful prince and turned into a palace.
It took him a quarter of an hour, enduring almost Ling Chi's pain, climbing a distance of more than twenty feet, and finally left the range of Xue's residence and came here.
He can endure because he has hope, and his hope has been here from the very beginning.
His vision was still blurred, but his eyes lit up, as if some kind of flame had been lit by that lamp.
He still had some real energy left, hidden in the deepest part of the meridian, no matter how sharp Mo Yu's sword was, no matter how cruel his methods were, it was useless to him, because it was not enough to get him out of the desperate situation.
At this time, those dew-like primordial essences ignited one after another, driving his body up from the snow and rushing towards the light!
He skimmed in front of the palace, and without any strength, he fell heavily under the stone steps.
"I am Zhou Tong! King Zhongshan save me!"
He shouted the words with the last of his strength.
He has never been in despair. For countless years, he has played with the minds of countless people in the palm of his hand. He knows very well that neither Mo Yu nor Zhe Xiu will let him die immediately, especially when they are fully in control of the situation. Because that would not be able to express the tyrannical emotion and desire for revenge that everyone will have in the deepest part of his heart.
This is his opportunity, and he must seize it.
He thought with anger and sarcasm, even if you princes want to pretend not to hear my screams, can you say that you can't hear my cries for help? It is difficult for him to say a word now, but he didn't directly call for help, but called for the prince to save me, and he even didn't forget to call out the name of the prince, just to make the other party have to come forward.
I am Zhou Tong, the minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty!
I am dying!
Please save me, King Zhongshan!
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The snow clouds in the sky closed at some point, covering the starlight, and the snow fell again.
The door of Zhongshan Prince's Mansion was opened, and many doors on both sides of Ping'an Road were opened, and many lights appeared in the night, very bright, even a little dazzling.
The long street in the night has turned into a Milky Way.
Zhou Tong was in the river, unable to suppress his emotions anymore, with an intoxicated expression on his face, he laughed nervously.
Dozens of breaking winds sounded one after another, and the masters of the palace came to the street.
Mo Yu walked out from the light snow, and Zhou Tong was separated by a distance of several feet.
Zhou Tong looked at her with a stern expression on his blood-stained face.
How can you kill me now? Now it's time for someone else to kill you.
His eyes expressed the meaning very clearly.
Mo Yu didn't even look at him.
The night wind blew the palace skirt lightly, and light snow fell on her temples.
She looked at the brightly lit Ping'an Road, looked at the dozens of palaces, and said: "Your Majesty treats you badly in every way, but at least there is one good thing."
This sentence is for the princes who have not shown up so far.
"The sons of the first emperor are still alive."
The light shone on her face, making it more and more beautiful.
Her expression was still so indifferent, her brows and eyes were full of toughness, and she was vaguely similar to the deceased one.
"There is not one left, you are all still alive."
"It's the empress who kept you alive tonight."
"Tonight, I want you to return this benefit."
"I want him dead."
The light snow fell lightly without making a sound, just like the silence of the long street at this time.
After an unknown amount of time, someone waved in the light.
Zhou Tong's vision was blurred and he couldn't see the person's appearance clearly. He could only see that the person was wearing a bright yellow shirt.
The Zhongshan Prince's Mansion was not closed, but those who walked outside the mansion all retreated.
How is this going
Zhou Tong thought this was absurd, and thought to himself, aren't you afraid of Dao Zun's anger, my lord
Mo Yu walked behind him.
Fear enveloped his body again.
Panting, he crawled forward.
There are more than a dozen palaces on Ping'an Road, as well as Tianhai's family and ministers. King Zhongshan is a lunatic, is everyone lunatic
He climbed and climbed, and kept climbing, wanting to climb to the next dimly lit place.
However, he was still far away, and the lights there went out.
Even, the palace closed the door.
Then, the sound of the heavy door closing slowly sounded continuously, and the lights on the street were turned off one by one.
The night was getting darker.
Zhou Tong is getting colder and colder.
He crawled through the cold and wet snow, the blood-stained long street, all the silence and perseverance started from hope, but finally... despair.