Kite falling into red dust

Ling Jiao's expression was as cold as ice, he stared at him, and said slowly: "Back then, Ling Jiao was the head of the Shendaotang, the number one gang in the north, and no one dared to say no to me in the five hundred miles of Guantenglong Town here. Until later His Highness came down, Ling Jiao voluntarily surrendered to His Highness, and dedicated his allegiance to His Highness. In the past three years, he has been born and died for His Highness, and quelled countless turmoil. His subordinates have never planned anything, and they can no longer be as powerful and powerful as before. Yu also has no regrets, as long as he can see His Highness's smiling face and get His Highness's affirmation, he is very satisfied. Now His Highness actually said that he wants Ling Jiao to leave?"

Murong Mingshuo didn't see that there was a chilling and heartbroken look in his eyes, and he maintained his usual arrogant posture of His Highness Shuo, looking straight into his eyes with his head raised, and said indifferently: "So what? I, Murong Mingshuo, always only look at the results, not the process. You did do a lot for me, but you failed to accomplish the most important thing, which shows that you don’t have the ability and value to do things for me .”

He tilted his head, and the proud smile appeared on his face again, and said: "And as you said, you used to be the master of the Divine Sword Hall who dominated one side, and now I give you freedom, so you can go back It’s back to your original life, you should be happy!”

"So, life..."

Recalling Murong Mingshuo, a 16-year-old boy three years ago, although he offended his father and was demoted here, he was not depressed or abandoned at all. On a pure white horse, he is full of vigor and arrogance.

In just six months, the 16-year-old sixth prince led his troops to wipe out the bandit gangs that had made the people in the border areas miserable for many years, and the imperial court had sent troops to encircle and suppress them to no avail.

Next, he aimed his spearhead at the Shendaotang, known as the No. [-] gang in the north—he could not allow such a powerful force to exist within his sphere of influence.

He took the soldiers trained by himself all the way to the chief rudder of the Divine Knife Hall. He had always regarded him as a young and frivolous brat, and Ling Jiao, the master of the Divine Knife Hall who did not take him seriously, was finally forced to come forward.

Looking at the childish, white and handsome young man in front of him, Ling Jiao said contemptuously and jokingly: "As long as you can catch my three moves, I will offer both hands of the Divine Sword Hall, and I am not the hall master!" Now, I will be your slave!"

As soon as this remark came out, the members of the Divine Sword Hall in the hall burst into laughter.They all thought it was a mockery of Murong Mingshuo, because their hall master had gone through countless bloody battles and stepped over the corpses of countless people to take this seat.What is that prince who is still wet and pampered since he was a child?How could he be the hall master's opponent?Not to mention three moves, he might not even be able to catch one move from the hall master.

"How did you catch it?" He actually took it seriously.Ling Jiao smiled playfully, and said: "My three strokes are executed, as long as you can still stand, you will win." "Okay, I will bet with you! Then you must be willing to admit defeat!"

Ling Jiao never thought that he would have the possibility of winning, "Once a man speaks out, it's hard to follow!"

However, Murong Mingshuo caught it.

Ling Jiao's third move came out, Murong Mingshuo was holding a silver spear, still standing upright like a pine tree.

Even though he was surprised and unwilling, Ling Jiao still had to admit, "I lost. Okay, I am willing to admit defeat! From now on, the Divine Sword Hall will belong to you, and I will belong to you too!"

Murong Mingshuo proudly smiled and said: "Okay, as long as you can keep your word!" The second word "Okay" came out, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face became as pale as paper, and then fell down.

After he recovered from his injury that time, there was a man dressed as a barbarian by his side, and the name "Shen Dao Tang" disappeared from Tenglong Town.

"When I saw you lying on the ground with blood dripping from the corner of your mouth, but with a triumphant smile on your face, you were the only one left in my life. Where is the original life?" For more than three years, For the first time, Ling Jiao spoke out what was in his heart, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, faint tears in his eyes, with a desperate and reckless determination.

Murong Mingshuo was stunned, "You, what do you mean?"

Ling Jiao sneered and said, "Why, doesn't Your Highness understand? Then this subordinate will let His Highness understand." As he spoke, he approached him step by step.