Chapter 85： The protagonist must die

"Who is she?" Jun Changyue froze.

"Chang Yue, I will explain to you later that we are all subject to the rule of King Changsheng. What can you do?" Si Konghan said anxiously.

"Are you ... Qing Guogong's daughter-in-law?" Jun Changyue looked at the woman's pregnant belly pale, and immediately remembered this face.

The woman nodded, fearing some unknown situation, so she hid behind Si Konghan.

This action stimulated Jun Changyue's eyes to red for a moment. He gasped for two steps in a gasping pant, and the tears of joy suddenly turned into heartaches.

"You bear me? Si Konghan, you bear me! How can you bear me!" Jun Changyue cried, no pain and no despair, just full of incredible anger.

He did everything for Si Konghan, not even his conscience and dignity. What he got was his disappointment?

"Chang Yue ..." Si Konghan felt a tingle in his heart. He really loved Jun Changyue. It was uncomfortable to see him in such a pain.

He stepped forward to try to comfort him in his arms, but felt a pain in his belly. When he bowed his head, he saw Jun Changyue holding a small knife in his hand, so hard that he even stabbed the knife handle into his flesh.

"You are not Si Konghan, you are Du Yuxian, and my Sikonghan is already dead." The emotion in Jun Changyue's eyes was gone. He finished his eyes hollowly, pulling the knife away, and the blood spattered.

The woman exclaimed, rushing to stop the bleeding for her husband, but only felt a cold in her neck, and she lost consciousness.

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Si Konghan stumbled through the night in the deep palace. He had blood on his chest and abdomen. He dipped the cloth on his body into black, as if he had been seriously injured by the leopard, leaning on the wall to find life with difficulty.

There was a loud clang, and there was a chirp of the blade at the end of the palace wall.

Si Konghan wiped the blood from his lips and looked up, only to see a long and slender figure in the backlight, walking toward him step by step with a knife, and each time the blade in his hand gently hit the palace wall, The sound is life-threatening.

No need to look at his face, Si Konghan knows who that person is and returns from rebirth. He always wants to take his life!

But it was such a person who seemed to be able to pinch him to death, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't even touch his hair after rebirth.

"You're still alive, he didn't kill you, which made me a little surprised." Nie Jia said.

Si Konghan knew that the limit had arrived, and finally gave up struggling, sitting weakly at the root of the wall, and staring at Nie Jia with unwillingness and hatred, he said: "Do you think there is a prosperous age under power? Even if you calm down The Three Kingdoms, the tyrant is still a tyrant, but unfortunately I have no life to see the day you are overthrown. "

"I am indeed a tyrant, so are you still the God of War?" Nie Jia stood in front of him, scornfully sneered.

This is a humiliation that only Si Konghan can understand. His blood loss is too long and his face is pale and colorless, but he can still see the embarrassment of the blood in a moment, and it can be concealed. "You ... you know me ... … "

"Knowing that you are the reborn Sikong Han? Yes, I knew it from the beginning." Nie Jia squatted down on one knee and looked indifferently cold. "Sikonghan, you are really scared of the courageous person. You are afraid. Shi Chen, afraid of Xuanjia, afraid of me. After rebirth, he took the role of Du Yuxian to make small moves. Both of you have no ability and courage to confront me positively. You do n’t see my brutality, but I won Qi Guo with brutality. In order to force Liang Guochu to cede his surrender, you claim to be the **** of war in the Yan Kingdom. In the northwest for a few years, in addition to guarding the gates of Triumph, what other achievements can you get? "

I heard that Zhao Wu injured him on the battlefield as well. He was indeed unfathomable, and he underestimated himself.

Si Konghan remained silent for a long time, and knew in his heart that he could not refute, but only sneered with blood on the corners of his lips, "The calm and the waves that have been crushed by the brutality are all illusions, waiting for you to die. Guess if there is a Yan Kingdom after 100 years?"

"If future generations don't have the ability, the great mountains and rivers will be lost, this world has always been the bag of the strongest." Nie Jia sneered: "You will not understand the generation of rats like you."

Rats? Si Kong was cold and spurting a blood mist.

"Before you ordered the killing of the Sikong family, I did my best for Yan Guo. You don't care if you haven't reflected on what you have done so far!" He gritted his teeth angrily. Before he really took off, he was also loyal to the tyrant. He thought that Yan had paid everything, but in the end, the tyrant didn't care.

"It is you who have no introspection. It is the right of the king to die. You dare to question the kingship and even want to replace it. You said, should I die?" Nie Jia scolded.

Si Konghan rushed to his heart in anger, almost crushing his teeth.

"Cangtian has eyes, and will definitely make you pay." He said.

Nie Jia sneered: "There is no reward and punishment mechanism in this world. Si Konghan, if you can generously admit defeat in the end, I can make you die more comfortably."

Si Konghan's eyes were full of crimson hatred in the eyes of the roots of the wall: "How do you know that I have no chance to live a third time?" After all, he struggled to hit Nie Jiadao.

However, Nie Jia did not find him as early as possible, and avoided him. "Suicide and being killed are different. You want to die and I will complete you, but don't want to commit suicide."

"Are you afraid?" Si Konghan sneered on the ground.

Nie Jia grabbed his hair and rested the blade on Si Konghan's neck. Senseng said coldly: "Do you know why I killed you last time?" His blade bit into Sikonghan's flesh. The blood ran for a long time, but he didn't give him pleasure, but he slowly cut his flesh from inch to inch to make him taste the pain.

Si Konghan struggled violently, and the pain of his neck being slowly drawn open made him afraid and desperate. At this time, he did not want to argue, but wanted to die, but the tyrant just refused to give him a happy, tortured him with a sharp edge. .

The blood was choking in the air intake pipe, and Si Konghan was accompanied by severe pain and suffocation. Hearing the sound from his ear, he said: "Because I know I can kill you a second time. If you dare to live a third time, I will I can kill you for the third time, as long as you dare to come back, I can let you die with hatred every life! "

Before completely dying his breath, Si Konghan gave up struggling. There was only fear in his eyes. Even if it was true that Cang could make him live for a third time, at least at this moment the answer in his mind was that he would never dare to fight this bloodthirsty tyrant .

Power can really suppress everything ... if not, it just means that it is not strong enough.

Si Konghan died outside the Chiyang Palace, and Nie Jia also got blood stained.

A Xuanjia came and attached two ears.

Nie Jia stood up and said, "Dead?"

"Yes, it is Jing Jing's hand." Xuan Jia said.

"If you die, die, and send Du Yuxian to Qing Guo Gong to reunite their family." Nie Jia ordered Wan Dao to enter the Chiyang Palace.

Xuan Jia had cleaned the corpse before Nie Jia started his work. As soon as Nie Jia entered the inner hall, he saw Jun Changyue sitting on his knees bloodlessly on the ground, his face sad and unhappy, only when Nie Jia came in Looking at the blade where he was still bleeding, he slowly said, "He is dead?"

"Dead." Nie Jia said.

"Good death, he was supposed to be a dead person." Jun Changyue touched the blood stains on his robe. It was not until this moment that he could not help the tears splashing and crying in tears.

Nie Jia stood at the door and looked at Jun Changyue's heartbroken sad despair unmoved.

"I don't understand why, what is he for!" Jun Changyue couldn't breathe, he accepted the status quo, and his heart was choking with pain.

"He and Qing Guogong both need rights. You can't afford the benefits of their marriage." Nie Jia was too lazy to look at Jun Changyue's frustrated look.

Jun Changyue suddenly muttered and looked at Nie Jia with a puzzled expression for a moment, then smiled dejectedly, "In the end you still won."

He and Si Konghan lost at the beginning, but they didn't notice it. Now Brother Wang is still the awe-inspiring Son of God even though the brutality is still alive. At this time, even if the world knows the resurrection of Sikong War God, I am afraid that he will only point at his nose and scold the anti-thief.

"I never thought of fighting you." Jun Changyue said.

"I know, you idiot has no brain." Nie Jia threw the blood-stained knife over and turned away from Chiyang Palace.

Jun Changyue is a man with only Si Konghan in his head. Sikong Han has failed him. Not to mention that he does n’t stir up any splashes even if he is still alive. Soon after Nie Jia left, Jing Wang fell from the viewing platform.

"Everyone is dead?" Shi Chen was still drinking under the pavilion. When Nie Jia came back, he smiled and opened his arms at him.

"It's all dead." Nie Jia took off his blood-stained robe and walked away, wearing a thin gown and returning to Shichen.

"Are you happy?" Shi Chen asked softly as he sipped the saucer on his lips.

Nie Jia froze for a moment, and said in a daze: "There is nothing to be happy about."

"Jing Guogong's death, Jun Changsheng's wish is almost the same, all the thieves are dead, Qi Guo's ending is terrible, it is expected that Liang Guo and Chu Guo will not dare to act rashly in your lifetime." Shi Chen said.

Nie Jia took the wine glass he handed, suddenly suddenly at a loss, "Am I right?"

Shi Chen didn't speak, only touched his head with a chuckle, and then whispered slowly: "You are right, there is no reward and punishment mechanism in this world."

Nie Jia nodded and stretched his arms around Chen Chen's lower back.

In the evening, a fire broke out in the Kwong Kwok Mansion. No one came out of it and there was no scream for help. When the fire was extinguished, the official found that Kyung Kwok Mansion was covered with a knife and touched his neck. Before the fire.

The late king threw the people out of the city, dismissed the courtiers, and used the Qi Palace as the king city to completely abandon Zhuolu, leaving the people at a loss.