virtuous king

I am dead.I ate and drank in the underworld for many days before I realized that I was really dead this time, terribly dead.Fucking hell, young General Wen Chewen, didn't I just admit that the wrong person gnawed on him when I was sleepy, and this buddy also wanted to avenge his own private revenge, and shot me into a sieve while taking advantage of the chaos?

They are all seven-foot-tall men, so why hold grudges like this?

I sighed and sighed in the underworld, and King Yan Luo followed me to scratch his heart and liver in worry.King Yan Luo looked at me with my hands behind my back with a bitter face, and said softly like a mosquito for a long while: "Mr. Xing, you said that you have suffered nothing in this mortal life, and your merits have been cultivated again. Sooner or later. What are you worrying about? Why don’t you want to go back to heaven?”

Good question, I also want to figure out what I'm worrying about.If this was decades ago, I would have wanted to go back so high, but now I don’t know what is wrong with my brain, and I am so reluctant to part with the mortal world.

After turning around a few more times, I breathed a sigh of relief, raised my head and stared at King Yan Luo quietly and said, "Brother, please ask me, can we see what's going on in the other side of the mortal world?"

King Yan Luo smacked his lips, leading the way and leading me to the bank of the Forgotten River to stand still, with a wave of his sleeves, the bottomless river wrinkled.I lowered my head and took a closer look, and I could vaguely see figures swaying back and forth inside and a high-quality nanmu coffin. Judging from its style, it seemed to be exactly the one that Wen Che gave me when I married Chu Xiao.

It looks like everyone has already returned to court.

I stood and watched for a while, feeling tired, so I simply squatted down.I pointed to the person at the front of the line and shouted to Lord Yan: "Please zoom in the camera closer." King Yan waved his sleeves according to his words, and the distant view turned into a close-up, and a face as big as a cart wheel appeared on the water. It was Wen Che .

Wen Che was riding on a horse with a bandage on his left arm. Occasionally, he would glance back at the nanmu coffin containing my body. Not only did he not see any joy on his face, he was even a little melancholy.

Hey, he was the one who killed, and I was the one who was killed. Why is he melancholy looking at my coffin now?No, wait a minute, why do I feel that Wen Che's expression is somewhat familiar at the moment?Vaguely seems to have seen it somewhere?

Isn't Wen Che's current expression exactly the same as the day he drew his bow and shot me like a sieve?

That day, I brought a few elite soldiers into the enemy's camp at night to make trouble, the fire was lit and chaos was caused. The fireworks exploded with enough time for two sticks of incense.

At first I didn't have any doubts, I only thought that the large army was delayed by something, and when they were fighting with all their strength, there was a sound of sword feathers breaking the wind in my ears.I turned my head to the side, and a wooden arrow with a tail feather painted with cinnabar barely scratched past my ear. I looked closely, and it was the red-feathered arrow used in Wen Che's military camp.

When the reinforcements arrived, those who were still in the future and surprised were shot by another arrow.At that time, I thought that I was wearing barbarian clothes, and with my back view, ordinary soldiers would probably not recognize who I was, so I wanted to turn around and shout to stop.So I turned my head, and I saw a pair of very familiar Lang Xing eyes.

Wen Che stands on a high place, draws his bow and nocks his arrow, the arrow is pointed straight in my direction, and his face is now full of tears and smiles.And then I was so shocked that I forgot to dodge, I was shot right in the heart by his arrow, my eyes were blacked out, and then I was politely taken down by the bull head and horse face.

Neither sad nor happy, either crying or laughing, could it be... Could it be that Wen Che didn't want to kill me?

In a dazed effort, when the army marched to the place, Chu Hong went out of the city to meet him as usual.As the official saying goes, Chu Hong got off his horse and walked to the front of my coffin and bowed deeply, his eyes were slightly red.

I looked at it, pondered for a while, turned my head and stared at King Yama and said, "Dude, can you watch replays with this thing?"

King Yan Luo twitched the corner of his mouth, hesitatingly said: "Yes, Mr. Xing thinks, which part do you want to watch?"

I gritted my teeth, and said in a gloomy voice, "I just want to see what that bastard Chu Hong did when I went north!"

As soon as the words fell, the surface of the water rippled again.I rubbed my eyes, and I clearly saw that just as I left, Chu Hong sent Wen Che an urgent secret letter of [-] miles. There were not many words on the secret letter, only four.

King Qi died in battle.

King Qi died in battle, King Qi died in battle.It turned out that the person who wanted to kill me was not Wen Che, but Chu Hong.

I sighed, suddenly feeling a little tired.

King Yan Luo squatted down next to me, and patted my shoulder twice: "Xing Jun, look away." Halfway through feeling, he paused, and then said: "Speaking of which, the matter of the little emperor It’s really unreasonable, if you really can’t swallow this breath, you, you go to cheat a corpse?”

I rubbed my chin, tilted my head and said with a sneer: "Fake a shit! I've been dead for almost a month, tens of thousands of eyes are watching there, my body is smelly, what can I use to cheat?"

King Yan Luo choked on me for a while, rubbed his hands with a smile on his face and said, "Then, then, either, or you go to show your spirit?"

I:"……"

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Update, the day after tomorrow at the latest, there will be a 5000 plus ending that I played badly, and then I would like to mention that there will be a few episodes after the article is finished, but the specific form of writing has not yet been decided. Whose episodes do you really want to see? You can leave a message, and I will choose to write here as appropriate, okay.

After writing for so long, I still get stuck every time I reach the end, I can’t be shaken, I am also very desperate...