Proudly follow your heart

Thick smoke rose with the flames.Almost before the blink of an eye, the fire spread, burning the hanging curtains and burning the beams and pillars in the temple. The fire was gorgeous, and in the beautiful and beautiful palace, it was like fireworks in full bloom, burning everywhere.

Huang De laughed with his face up, and sat down on the jade steps with his severed wrist in his hands in satisfaction, "God's will, this is also God's will, if I die, Xia will die too! This palace, and all of you, will be buried with me! "

"Idiots talking about dreams!" How could Nangong Cang Ao accept his fate just like that? The sword was raised, and the curtains that were rarely moved fell to the ground one after another. He planned to block the source of the fire.

Jun Zhanran rushed to the gate of the palace, the gate was open, surrounded by fire, and through the burning fire, he could still see the open corridor outside the gate, "We can't stay here for long, let's go now!"

"Where are you going?" His wrist was pulled by someone, and when he turned around, it was Huang De.

Huangde walked down the jade steps, ignoring the bleeding from his severed wrist, he held onto Jun Zhanran tightly, "Want to leave? It's not that easy! Since I can't be the emperor, don't even think about it, Daxia is mine! It's Huangde's!" "

Panting like a beast, his eyes were reddened by ambition and desire, full of madness.

Jun Zhanran looked at Huangde and thought of himself, did he also have such eyes when he was full of hatred?If it wasn't for Nangong Cang Ao...

No time to think about it, he raised his hand like a knife and cut it down without hesitation. He removed one of Huang De's arms, "If this is the case, what else can you use to stop me?"

The broken arm fell to the ground with flesh and blood. Huang De screamed and prostrated himself on the ground. The splashed blood gave off a scorching smell in the firelight. He raised his head, his hair crown was messed up, and his royal robe was stained with blood. He could not tell that he was an emperor. respect.

"...It's nice to say, revenge. In fact, you are no different from me. Back then, I wanted your life, but now you want my life. What's the difference? Huang Zhan! Come, kill me! Born in the emperor's family, this It's life—hahahahaha—"

Nangong Cang Ao kicked him away, and said with concern: "Don't talk to him too much, the fire is fierce, how are you doing?"

"It's just staining the sleeves." Jun Zhanran looked at his blood-stained sleeves, turned around, lowered his head and said to Huang De who was on the ground: "Could it be that you still expect my heart to be kind, and I will let you say something about the past?" It passed?"

"Huangde, today, you and I don't talk about revenge and brotherhood. There are only four words - winners and losers!" He lowered his head, his black eyes reflected the firelight, and the corners of his lips slightly raised, it was the smile of a heartless person .

Huang De froze, suddenly realized that he had been wrong all along, Huang Zhan was more tolerant and cruel than he thought.

No matter whether he is his elder brother or not, no matter whether Xia Guo prospers or declines in his hands, Huang Zhan will come back to avenge his past.Xia Guo's decline is just an excuse, no matter what, he will die in his hands!Sooner or later!

Not only did he want him to die, but he also wanted him to be in fear every day, having trouble sleeping and eating, and he wanted him to be tortured to death.

A chill rose from his back, and he finally felt the approach of death.

There was a buzzing in my ears, and I looked up, surrounded by fire and smoke, the palace was completely destroyed, and outside the wall, the Xia army fell apart, and there were no soldiers to use. The name of Emperor Pingkang was just a faint king in the mouths of the people. Just for nothing...

When his eyes went dark, Huang De fell to the wall, and the ball of fire falling from the curtain fluttered and flew towards him.

Burned by the flames, when he woke up screaming, there was a fog in front of his eyes, and he vaguely saw two figures standing side by side in the fire.

"You don't need to do it, play with fire, this is the best place to bury him." The hall is spacious, Nangong Cangao's words echoed in the fire, as if he was not in the world.

He took Jun Zhanran away, and they no longer cared about his life or death.

Huang De muttered to himself, "Don't leave, I... I am the king of a country..." Before he died, he muttered to himself, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked around. spread.

This hall is finished, the main hall is finished, "Huang Zhan, you are also finished...you can't escape! You and Nangong Cang Ao are both finished! This is also your burial place—"

The hissing sound was full of resentment, Jun Zhanran turned his head, a broken beam was pressed down in his sight, and Huangde was instantly engulfed in flames.

A human figure could be vaguely seen in the fire, and Huangde's unwilling roar could be heard. Nangong Cangao turned a blind eye, patted off the sparks on the corner of Jun Zhanran's clothes, and turned his face, "We are trapped in the fire, why don't you To see what a dead man does?"

Huangde died, a terrible death. Jun Zhanran watched with his own eyes that the fire that burned Huangde gradually spread and burned in front of them.

"Huangxuan does things in an orderly manner. I don't think he's just a random piece of lamp oil. It's not that easy to get out of trouble. You want me to leave dead people alone and talk so briskly. Is there any good way?"

"There is no good way, but you and I have avenged our vengeance. Are you still crying if you are not happy? This matter has been resolved, so I naturally want to be happy." Nangong Cangao's words always seemed to be full of hope.

"Even if we are trapped by the fire, you are not worried at all?" Jun Zhanran walked around, the best time had passed, they were really besieged by the fire, trapped in this hall.

Nangong Cang Ao wiped the blood from the Zhiri knife and put the knife back into its sheath, "What are you worried about? You are right in front of me, safe and sound, what else should I worry about? No, I have nothing else to worry about. "

Jun Zhanran stopped, turned his head slowly, and looked at him without blinking, "It counts as death?"

Nangong Cangao blinked, "I'll tell you a secret, I was only worried that you would not be by my side when I died, or that I would not be by your side when you died."

"Is this a joke or the truth?" Jun Zhanran still looked at him.

"Joke and truth." He walked towards him, unbuttoning his blood-stained red cloak, watching his loose black hair fluttering behind him.

"This joke is not funny at all. I never thought that I would be buried with Huang De!" As soon as I flipped my hands, a strong air flow surged up, setting off fireworks all over the place.

Jun Zhanran flew out with his palm, and the wall collapsed. Seeing this, Nangong Cangao yelled "Okay", "This is Wushuang Guishou!"

"Where is the Wushuang ghost hand, where is Yingshuai's sun-shielding knife!" Jun Zhanran asked him with a big laugh.

"Wind and Thunder -" Nangong Cang Ao shook his wrist, as if thunder and lightning struck down, red light flashed, and the momentum was astonishing. The air current caused his hair to soar into the sky, and the flames burned and jumped around him. If this is the underworld, he is the demon god .

"It's not the first time we were trapped in the fire. Last time we were able to get out, what's the difficulty this time!" Half of the palace collapsed, Nangong Cang Ao took advantage of the situation and waved, "Come on!"

The two of them hid into the side hall the moment the ruins fell.Jun Zhanran never planned to be buried here for Huang De, and Nangong Cang Ao was not someone who was waiting to die. They never worried that they would be buried here.

As long as you avoid the main hall that is about to collapse and find a way to get rid of it from the side hall, it shouldn't be difficult.

However, the reason why an accident is called an accident is because no one has ever expected it.

"Cang Ao!" The moment they escaped into the side hall, half of the wall collapsed, Jun Zhanran pushed forward violently, Nangong Cang Ao turned his head, and saw the bottom of the wall collapsed, pressing down together with the fire. Jun Zhanran——

"No——" The roar pierced through the thick smoke, passed through the flames, and spread into the air. Together with the flying ashes, everyone who rushed to the front of the temple stopped.

Outside the palace gate, everyone saw the thick smoke, so everyone hurried over, but saw the whole hall surrounded by raging fire.

"King Zhan?! Commander Ying?!" Whether it was Wulou or Yingxiaomeng, Shangguanyu or Rong Ziru, they were all shocked by this roar, and the anxiety and despair in it made them even more shocked.

"Hurry up to fetch water! Go fetch water! The host and Yingshuai are still inside!" Xiao Hu was in a state of anxiety. There were water tanks around the main hall to store rainwater, just to guard against large shipments.

A water tank taller than a person was raised to extinguish the flames, and a burst of black smoke came out. However, the hall was almost completely destroyed, and the raging flames burned half the sky red.Soon, with a bang, the entire palace fell down.

The building collapsed and the fire was still burning.

The cry seemed to be still reverberating in the air, but the figure was never seen. No matter how strong the skill is, water and fire are merciless, but human power cannot stop it. Could it be...

No no, absolutely not!No one dared to stop, for fear that the fear would come true.

All the water that could be poured was poured, and the fire did not weaken until the entire hall was completely burned. People from the back of the hall ran out one after another. Everyone was overjoyed and looked closely, but it was the ministers and concubines who were avoiding the fire in the imperial garden, covered with It's ashes and mud, and I escaped in embarrassment.

"Where's King Zhan? Where's Yingshuai?" They asked one by one, but they only got a burst of panic and shook their heads.

"Maybe, maybe it was burned to death. Who can survive such a big fire? Look, this building has collapsed!" A minister stammered.

The whole building collapsed, and the fire destroyed everything. Unless it was a god, no one could survive such a fire.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe that they just died in the sea of ​​fire! Absolutely don't believe it..." Ji Nantian staggered out from the crowd, muttering repeatedly, his disheveled beard and hair made him look like an old lunatic.

"For how many years, I have been ordered by the late emperor to protect the crown prince. Seeing that he is about to ascend the throne as emperor, how can I fall short here?!" His hand inserted into the ruins and dug up directly.

"That boy must be alive! He is destined to be the emperor, how could he die in his own imperial city! The former emperor protects and protects the crown prince!" He seemed crazy, and kept chanting, "King Zhan, why call you King Zhan?" That's enough, King Zhan still has to ascend the throne, and the commander-in-chief of Ying still has to be a general! The whole Great Xia is still waiting for you to stabilize the country!"

Someone squatted down without saying a word, it was Xiao Hu, joined Ji Nantian, and dug up with all available things.

"I don't believe it either! I don't believe that the host can let go of Daxia! The host can let go of Wulou! The host has suffered so much and finally made it to this day. Could it be that all the suffering that year was in vain?! The pain of being expelled from the palace, alone The pain of building a fog tower, the pain of being persecuted and framed by siblings..." He said while digging, he didn't know whether he was talking to Ji Nantian or himself.

"Xiao Hu, I saw with my own eyes that the poster was trapped in a wheelchair, reading the Poison Sutra every night. No one dared to talk to you, and you didn't want to talk to anyone. The poster has always been alone... Hate, nothing else... Although the landlord was alive at that time... but I don't know if the landlord is still a person... facing the wall and the account book every day, except for three meals a day, all that is left Poisoned, thinking about how to count people, why not be counted... Is this still a living person? Is this still alive? Then the host met Yingshuai... The host would laugh... The host said he was just using him, But I kept checking his whereabouts day by day...At that time, Xiao Hu, I was really happy...Even if Yingshuai is a man, so what, as long as the host can put it in his heart..." His hands were dirty Dirty, Xiao Hu said, unknowingly his face was full of tears.

"The Yingshuai has entered the landlord's heart, and the landlord has also occupied the Yingshuai's heart. You have overcome so many difficulties, and finally reached today, how can you, how can you die—" Lowering his head, Xiao Hu is such a strong man I couldn't cry.

The others stood silently, some were crying, some were frowning, the night owls' eyes were wide open, they were trembling all over and clenched their teeth tightly, it seemed that only in this way could they restrain themselves from doing anything.

No one could accept it, and those two people just died here.

If this is the price that needs to be paid to bring down the Pingkang Dynasty, then this price is too high.

No one can accept the high price.