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She lowered her head to look at Shang Qiuyuan, who was crawling on the ground. In her eyes, a man like Shang Qiuyuan should be a descendant of the world, like a snow lotus soaring in the sky on the peak of a snow-capped mountain, standing proud and high in the wind, laughing at life and death.

He was originally like a snow lotus on top of a snowy mountain, unbending rather than bending. But now, like a vine, he prostrated himself in front of the White Horse Emperor's horse, prostrating himself in the mud. He was so humble and respectful. For the sake of his life, he begged for mercy without any dignity.

If Shang Qiuyuan were to suddenly leap up and pull out the treasured sword under his ribs and continue thrusting, he would not be the least bit surprised. However, he could feel that Shang Qiuyuan's invitation was genuine and sincere. It was not because of Shang Qiuyuan's respectful attitude, but because of the deep sadness and helplessness in his eyes.

In silence, Shang Qiuyuan lay prostrate on the ground. He did not receive the answer from the Fire Lin, sighing in his heart. He knew that the debts he had owed the Southern Champion Kingdom could not be repaid in several lifetimes. The Southern Champion Kingdom hated him beyond compare, wishing that they could eat him alive.

It was not like he had not thought that the reverse scale would not accept an invitation to surrender. They only had five thousand people, and facing a hundred thousand or so Southern Champion armies, they were like a small boat in a great wave, instantly engulfed. Only for the sake of the five thousand or so sons and daughters behind him, they would not die here because of an undeserved conspiracy, and even have the chance to live. He did not hesitate to humiliate himself at all and only hoped that the Southern Champion, Huo Ni Lin, would give his warriors a chance to live.

Shang Qiuyuan slowly straightened his body and raised his head to look at the Fiery-Reduced Scale. He unsheathed his sword from beneath his ribs and raised both hands above his head. He asked His Majesty to use a severe sentence to punish the guilty officials. Even if they were dismembered and chopped into pieces, the guilty officials would not complain in the slightest. It was just that the five thousand men behind him had listened to his commands, and were not at fault. "We hope that Your Majesty will be merciful and that the sinners and the others will feel the same. They're willing to serve Your Majesty like a dog or a horse."

The treasured sword was drawn from its sheath, and a touch of the cold autumn water reflected on Shang Qiuyuan's calm and indifferent face.

"As His Majesty has promised, this subject is willing to cut off his own flesh and blood to apologize."

"Swish …"

Shang Qiuyuan untied his shirt, revealing his sturdy chest, which was originally covered in wounds. With a slash of his sword, a chunk of flesh and blood was cut off from his chest muscles. As the meat was falling, Shang Qiuyuan stretched out his hand and caught that piece of muscle. Blood flowed out like a fountain, turning his clothes completely red in an instant.

Ji Tian Ning took a deep breath before turning his head to look at the Fiery-Scaled Beast, "Killing is just a piece of cake. Can't you feel a little pity for the five thousand lives you've killed? Furthermore, they have already requested for a surrender. Since ancient times, killing has always been an ominous event.

"Shut up! If you continue with this nonsense, we will throw you over and live and die with them." According to the rules of the Southern Champion, a woman cannot be involved in politics, and those who are involved in politics can be killed by the rod. "

"A staff's death, what's a staff's death?"

Ji Tian Ning didn't seem to understand this new noun. However, it was definitely not a good thing to have the word 'Die'.

"To be caned is to beat someone to death with a stick. Many thanks to the lady for pleading for mercy for me. I, Shang Qiu, am unable to beg His Majesty for forgiveness for my original sin. I beg Your Majesty to show mercy and surrender, leaving the sinners to His Majesty's punishment."

"Bang, bang, bang …"

Shang Qiuyuan kowtowed to the ground, and his forehead ruptured. Blood flowed down from his jade-like face.