Chapter 670

Song Ci shakes twice and falls to the ground heavily.

The sound of his falling to the ground seems to be magnified infinitely, hitting everyone's heart heavily. Although he has fear, he is still more fortunate.

At the same time with Song Ci, the eunuch who fell to the ground was the eunuch. Looking at the person in front of him, he was very weak. He couldn't stand up. After several efforts, he simply gave up.

The messenger was frightened by this series of accidents. He blinked for a long time and asked, "you, this is the following offense!"

Powerless turned to look at him, eunuch chuckled and asked, "the following offence? So what? Is it hard to wait for him to go crazy? Wait until all the people die in his hands to make a move? "

Because of his words, the messenger recalled the performance before Song Ci again. His body trembled and had nothing to say.

Still some dispirited squat to sit down, murmur to say, "can, Ling Tianwang send of letter want how reply?"

No one cared about his self talk. The ministers quickly stood up and looked at Song Ci with complicated eyes.

Eunuch hard to accumulate strength, efforts to support the stand up.

Looking at Song Ci's thin, sunken face, the ministers looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Why not."

Someone sighed in a low voice. It took a long time to disperse in the dirty air of the prison.

Calm down, the ministers soon made a decision and began to implement it without hesitation.

"Are you going to guard him here?" At the moment of turning to leave, they suddenly thought of the eunuch standing next to them and turned to ask.

The eunuch glared at them, and immediately understood their plan.

Do you want to keep Song Ci? The eunuch asked himself in his heart, but he hesitated for a long time and could not get any answer.

Time is urgent, ministers have no time to spend here all the time, Song Ci is not qualified to let them take risks.

Pointing to the outside direction, someone said, "now it's stormy. He's not your majesty. Good birds choose trees. In this way, you can also choose."

After that, he did not see the eunuch's reaction, and his colleagues turned away without hesitation.

Their backs soon disappeared in front of the eunuch, so fast that people could not recover.

As the eunuch closed his hand, Song Ci, lying on the ground, spilled out of his throat, and his eyelids blinked quickly, as if he was about to wake up.

Looking at his beating hand, the eunuch's eyes were bigger and bigger, and his body was slowly stiff.

Countless miserable faces of death kept changing in front of his eyes, while all the dead people had his face.

"Ah The fear in his heart made him scream uncontrollably, and then he rushed out without looking back.

The messenger who shrank beside him was stunned for a moment. He looked at the empty cell and Song Ci lying on the ground.

He trembled and disappeared in front of Song Ci.

Everyone is gone, Song Ci can only vent his anger! He doesn't want to die here for no reason!

So, when Song Ci finally opened his eyes, he found that the people around him had disappeared.

"Is this God's test for me? Is it a mirage? " Song Ci murmured in a low voice and then called out tentatively, but he could only hear his own echo.

But soon Song Ci recovered from the absurd speculation.

Embarrassed, helpless, bloodthirsty impulse in Song Ci's heart constantly alternating, let his face more ferocious.

"I'm going to tear everyone to pieces, and let Ling Tianwang go through 18 levels of hell, suffering day by day..."

The victims in prison can't see the outside, but they can simply analyze the situation through the jailer's attitude.

It seems that the outside has reached the stage of white heat, the leader thought in his heart, his eyes are amazing.

"One more time," he whispered, "there will be a God coming down from the sky to save us soon."

He was comforting himself, as well as the victims who were imprisoned with him.

For the victims, the so-called God is not what they care about. They only care about who can bring them a good harvest and who can feed them.

Because of this, after listening to the leader's words, someone immediately asked, "can he give us food?"

It was too dark in the cell for the leader to find out who had spoken.

He chuckled and said firmly, "naturally!"

"The so-called natural disasters are all caused by God's dissatisfaction with the disasters brought down by the emperor at this time! If the new emperor is the emperor of Ming Dynasty, the weather will be good and the grain harvest will be good! "

The victims were so hungry that they didn't hesitate to believe it, and sincerely expected that Mingjun would overthrow the rule of HunJun.Song Ci staggers back to the palace alone. After standing at the palace gate for a long time, he slowly walks in.

He always felt that the wide open palace door was like a huge mouth, waiting for the prey to fall into the trap!

For a long time did not get Song Ci's reply, Ling Tianwang under the hand of the soldiers gradually some impatient.

"I don't know when we will attack?" Someone came up and asked with uncontrollable excitement.

Song Ci took a look at him and suppressed the words that made them wait again.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, and you must be a little tired," Song Ci said. "Why don't you get a trumpet and talk to the guards on the wall."

His eyes were very meaningful. The visitor's eyes lit up and immediately nodded.

"I'm afraid they are more afraid of the speech than the confrontation between real swords and real guns, your majesty." His true feelings, if let Lingtian look cheek slightly red, some uncomfortable.

God knows he didn't think so much at the beginning!

"Now that you know the importance of speech, go quickly," Song Ci said solemnly.

The other side nodded hard, then left in a hurry.

Before long, Ling Tianwang clearly heard the high voice from his side.

"Now all the cities have belonged to our majesty, you only have the capital, and you have no chance to turn over! In this case, why not just give up? If you take the initiative to surrender, it will make the people in the capital feel better. It will also save them from worrying about food and tea every day, and they are always afraid that they will die in the flames of war next. "

"What's more, your majesty is a real king! In the future, it will last forever! Why do you have to hold on to that fatigued monarch who is doomed to be infamous for thousands of years? "

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