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Without that damned cooperation, the balance of victory seemed to tilt towards Feng Qing Cheng. However, Feng Qing Cheng still did not dare to look down on his opponent.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and had a vague feeling that it was going to wrap around the entire palace. As his feet stepped on the snow, a rustling sound could be heard, as well as the sound of death.

Just then, the emperor suddenly laughed out loud, he roared towards the sky, it was so carefree, the laughter came from the bottom of his heart, needless to say Feng Qing Cheng, even the guards beside the emperor, had never seen the emperor laugh so happily.

"I remember the last time, the Emperor was so happy because he found Feng Qing Cheng. This time, it was also because of him." Are you crazy? You're about to die and you're still smiling so happily. " Feng Qing Cheng, finally, could not hold it in and asked. At this time, his eyes revealed the curiosity of a child, and in that instant, he recovered completely.

When the emperor heard this, he stopped laughing, and then looked at Feng Qing Cheng. His expression was full of gratification, and only a little bit of sadness remained between his brows. The guards took advantage of the triangular formation and surrounded Feng Qing Cheng.

"Don't hurt my son!" Seeing that the guards were ready to attack Feng Qing Cheng, the Emperor quickly stopped them. He thought to himself, if I die, it doesn't matter, I can't let Qingcheng get hurt at all.

At this moment, the guards started to hesitate. Their duty was to protect the emperor, but they didn't dare to disobey. Swish! His dagger had sliced through the neck of a guard and severed his arteries. Until the moment of his death, he had never imagined that his master would be so confused.

As a vassal, the king wants the vassal to die, but the vassal has no choice but to die.

Looking at Feng Qing Cheng's cold and heartless appearance and arrogant expression, the emperor was especially happy.

His life was ruined by a single word: love. What the Emperor liked the most was that whenever his son revealed such a merciless expression, he didn't want his son to be like him, trapped by feelings and hurt by feelings.

Feng Qing Cheng didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt. Even if the person he was going to kill was his royal father, wasn't he also the one who wanted to kill him a long time ago? Moreover, he was determined to win the throne.

The snowflakes were drifting about in the air, as though they were the witnesses of a tragic scene. After today, the history of the kingdom was destined to be changed. Only one person survived here.

This man died defending himself, but where was he when I was a child, when I lived like a beggar, when we were threatened?

The sharp dagger had absorbed enough blood today, but it hadn't eaten its fill yet. At this moment, the dagger pierced through yet another guard. Warm blood gushed out, evaporating layer after layer of heat.

Perhaps today, the final victor would be Feng Qing Cheng.

"Qingcheng, don't be moved by my death, and don't miss me one day. Continue to sit on that unmoved you, don't be entangled in emotions." While the guards and Feng Qing Cheng were fighting, the emperor was by their side whispering to each other. The east wind blew his words into a mess.

He was from the bottom of his heart. He could even pull out his heart, that red beating heart, and not lie.

Feng Qing Cheng moved his hand extremely quickly, and as long as he held on, there was only one thing he could do, and that was to become an overlord. He could then meet the thinking Jiu Er, and in this emotionless world, everyone wanted to kill him, and only Jiu Er could make him feel warmth.

That devastatingly beautiful smile, that neat green skirt, that slim waist, with such difficulty one could see that smiling face. Feng Qing Cheng, his eyes were indifferent.

The white silk clothes were draped over Feng Qing Cheng's body, like a white crane that was about to fly away with the wind at any time. When Feng Qing Cheng finally stood still again, only five corpses were left on the ground.

"You're going to die." Feng Qing Cheng lifted his eyes. Those eyes were deep and complicated, and the words that came out were still as cold as ever.

"I am not afraid. To be able to die in the hands of my beloved son, I can finally rest in peace." The emperor, looked somewhat old, but he was still resolute as he looked at Feng Qing Cheng with a smile.

"There shouldn't have been any interaction between us." He glanced at the corpse on the ground and continued, "I treat you as a stranger."

Feng Qing Cheng raised his dagger and arrived in front of the emperor. Under the pressure of the dagger, the emperor still did not make a move. At this moment, the emperor seemed to really be a father who was wholeheartedly trying to help his son. This made Feng Qing Cheng mutter in his heart.

"Why are you pretending?" The emperor, however, did nothing. He just stood there quietly, waiting to be killed.

Feng Qing Cheng had killed him, and he was not a good talker, instead, he was more like a Confucian gentleman. He did not know how to express his feelings, and could only use his most passionate, sincere, and personal feelings, hoping that his son would understand him.

"As long as you are well, it's fine. You want this, I'll give you the title of emperor." The Emperor took off his dragon robe. However, he was afraid that he would say too much. Feng Qing Cheng gave up.

The strong wind whistled, bringing with it layers of snowflakes. Feng Qing Cheng and the Emperor looked at each other speechlessly, both wanting to see the other's heart clearly.

Feng Qing Cheng was even colder than snow. He had anticipated this day for a long time already, and the boundless rage he felt just now had finally found the place to vent.

"What else can I do?" The dagger pierced into the emperor's arm, the emperor just gritted his teeth and remained silent. Feng Qing Cheng then pulled the dagger out.

"You deserve it." With that, Feng Qing Cheng pointed the dagger at the emperor's head, then stopped in front of his nose. Ignoring the fact that his white robe had been dyed red by blood, Feng Qing Cheng's white robe fluttered in the wind. The two were still in a stalemate, the last thing Feng Qing Cheng wanted to hear was the Emperor telling him that he was wrong.

The dagger slid down, and in the next second, with a plop, it stabbed into the emperor's stomach. Dark red blood flowed from the corner of the emperor's mouth, and he let out a whooshing sound before he laughed.

I like it best. Your ruthlessness will not change even when you die.

Snowflakes fell. The blade did not pierce the vital parts, and Feng Qing Cheng would not let the emperor die so easily.

He pulled out the dagger, fresh blood dripping from it. The Emperor held his stomach and took a step back. At this moment, the old man who had been sitting in the great hall with his majestic body had already entered the normal state of an old man. His back was hunched, and he couldn't withstand a single blow.