Chu Chen Kee

Silence, the whole world is in a deathly silence.

The land eroded by the flames of war was devastated, dilapidated banners were planted under the collapsed city walls, and the embers of the flames of war that had not been extinguished emitted bursts of black smoke, which were quickly blown away by the wind.

The fine rain began to pour untimely, moistening the entire earth finely.

Li Chenhuan stood awkwardly and proudly at the head of the messy city of Chang'an, his formerly clear eyes were covered with a strange dark color.

It never occurred to him that his pride, his empire of power, and his great ambitions would be destroyed before they took shape in the hands of those sorcerers who were so powerful that they almost had no chance of resisting.

In just half a month, the witch god swept the land of Kyushu with an absolute advantage, eroded most of the Great Tang's territory, and made the Great Tang empty.

And now, they finally reached Chang'an.

Or rather, their patience had finally run out, tired of playing cat-and-mouse with him.

Li Chenhuan stood alone at the top of the city of Chang'an, looking at the outer city full of floating corpses, with an indistinguishable gloomy look on his overly handsome face, as if he hadn't thought about anything, yet seemed to be thinking of a place far away.

In half an hour, those witches and gods, which even the Heavenly Demon Sect could not resist, were about to invade Chang'an.

Li Chenhuan stood there motionless, holding the long sword firmly in his hand, as if holding his own destiny.

Through the rain curtain in front of him, Li Chenhuan's eagle eyes, which were no longer sharp, looked at the distant horizon.

After a long time, he looked away, feeling a little disappointed in his heart, although he didn't know what he was expecting.

Slowly pulling out the long sword in his hand and pointing to the sky, Li Chenhuan's voice was hoarse but determined: "Get ready..."

In the frightened eyes of the few remaining archers at the top of the city, a smoky figure descended from the sky, quietly appeared beside Li Chenhuan, and then quickly knocked him unconscious.

The sky was a little dark, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. The soldiers couldn't see the man clearly, but the man's voice came clearly: "Those witches don't kill the surrendered generals, so you surrender, abandon the city and die!" It doesn't matter if you run away, don't resist anymore. You are not their opponents..."

There was a bit of unconcealable sadness in this man's voice, and then he left the city with Li Chenhuan, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, without looking back.

The soldiers below looked at each other, then looked at each other hesitantly, and finally chose to withdraw from the city.

The Wu people do not kill surrendered soldiers, nor do they kill innocent people, they are very clear about this.

What they want is to rule the world. If they kill all the people, only a group of witch gods will be left in this human world. What is the difference between being sealed in the realm of witch gods?

"That person's voice just now sounds a bit like a national teacher." After a long time, a lieutenant whispered softly.

Another person also echoed: "It seems to be the national teacher? People like them can't deal with those terrible witch gods. How can we be their opponents?"

"Don't speculate, now that His Majesty's whereabouts are unknown, we must preserve our strength as soon as possible, first withdraw from Chang'an, order everyone to travel lightly, discard unnecessary things, and withdraw from Chang'an!" A majestic voice shouted at the audience everyone.

"Marshal Xia Yi!" Those people immediately quieted down obediently.

Xia Yi has been in Li Chenhuan's hands for many years, and now he is the Generalissimo of Soldiers and Horses, and he has reached the peak of military generals.It's just that if he only talks about fighting power with the Yue clan, he is confident that his subordinate Erlang will never lose to the warriors of the Yue clan.

But when they are facing a group of witch gods who have no human emotions but possess endless spells, even he can only choose to save his strength and retreat as soon as possible.

How can a human being beat a god?

Although the strategic retreat sounds nice, all the soldiers understand that they are just retreating and escaping.

This kind of thing is undoubtedly a shame to the brave and good fighters of the Tang Dynasty.

They lost the territory of the Tang Dynasty that they guarded with their lives, the city of Chang'an that their ancestors guarded for generations, and the people who trusted them...

No matter who the opponent is, this is a great shame for them that cannot be washed away in a lifetime.Perhaps only the blood of the enemy can alleviate this sense of shame.

On the other side, after walking for a long time with Li Chenhuan in the rain, Su Xun found that the person on his back had finally woken up, so he found a simple cave nearby and went in temporarily to avoid the rain .

"You, are you willing to come back?" After Li Chenhuan opened his eyes, he hugged Su Xun's neck tightly, refusing to let go.

Without saying a word, Su Xun stretched out his hand and pulled Li Chenhuan's hands away, but Li Chenhuan's strength was exceptionally strong, and he refused to let go of his hand.

It's just that Su Xun is a monk after all, even if Li Chenhuan is unwilling, he can't match Su Xun's power, so he has no choice but to let go of his hands.

Su Xun broke free from Li Chenhuan's arms, picked up some firewood not yet soaked near the cave, and brought it to the entrance of the cave to ignite it.

Li Chenhuan sat on the spot without saying a word, but his profile, illuminated by the flickering firelight, seemed a little fragile.

Su Xun finally realized something was wrong, his eyes were slightly fixed, he looked into Li Chenhuan's eyes in disbelief, and then reached out and shook his hand in front of him.

Li Chenhuan didn't respond to the hand in front of him.

Su Xun felt his throat dry for a moment: "Your eyes..."

Hearing this, Li Chenhuan showed a somewhat ferocious smile: "It's okay, I was just bitten by my own dog!"

Not allowing him to refuse, Su Xun grabbed his wrist to feel his pulse, then frowned: "You have voodoo residue in your body, who gave you the medicine?"

Li Chenhuan asked without answering, "Why did you leave?"

Su Xun froze for a moment, then turned his head away as if nothing had happened: "I'm tired..."

He was tired of waiting for Li Chenhuan's occasional meeting in the cold harem, he was also tired of being cautious like a woman, and even more tired of the infamous schemes and tricks those women in the harem used against him.

It's not that he's afraid that he will be framed, but those women remind him of his identity all the time.

He is the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, and he is also a man, and Li Chenhuan is the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. There may be a relationship between them, but it is definitely not the ambiguous relationship that they can't explain clearly now.

Because I was bored, I chose to leave.

The expression on Li Chenhuan's face became a little ugly. After a long time, he nodded slowly: "Really? Tired of me?"