However, he still didn't feel anything abnormal, he just felt a warm feeling of intoxication from the whole body.

He wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't.

Just watch a person slowly walk over.

The man was blurred, his body was as confused and erratic as if wrapped in blue smoke, and he couldn't see clearly. But he felt that his whole body was so grand at the foot of the mountain, with a tall crown... majestic... solemn...

However, that face was so young, even his voice was young.

His body was almost flying, moving over.

"Father...Father..."

A faint voice sounded in my ears.

Full of deep resentment and anger.

"Father...you give me my life back, you kill me...you killed me..."

He was shocked.

Subconsciously, you must be awake, or pull out the sword from your waist.

This knife has accompanied him for a long time - it was his rebellious elder brother who usurped the throne after killing his father. He was supported by a group of ministers and raised an army at the age of 13 to chase the world. This sword

It was the dagger left by the father when he was on the rise.

After he used it to kill the first enemy, he never got rid of it again.

Now, this dagger cannot be pulled out.

This is different from inducing King Jingzhao, you can control it yourself.

However, this time, I can't control it myself.

Living.

Just like a helpless person, watching the flood over his neck, he had no choice but to do anything. He was anxious.

Looking at the man coming over slowly - his face was still hidden under the crown, and he could only see the dark and dead spirit - like the impermanence of seeking life.

He and him looked across.

Luo Jia suddenly noticed the smoke - it was the smoke!

It's not a miasma, but someone is artificial.

The voice was also gloomy: "Are you scared?"

He can't speak.

"There are the queen mother and the little emperor on this mountain...Who do you want me to kill first?"

He was so panicked that he could not help himself. He was even more afraid than being killed. His eyes turned and looked around. What about the guards? Fangfei was not a careless person. She couldn't have brought the guards. Moreover, after so many things happened,

, She naturally has her careful preparation.

That laughter, who was very arrogant, and at the same time, was strangely low-key: "Your Majesty Luo Jia?? You are Your Majesty Luo Jia?? Hahaha, you hope, between the Empress Dowager and the Little Emperor, which one is better to die first

?”

Seeing the deep fear in his eyes, the laughter became even more proud: "I think you would rather the little emperor die first?"

Luo Jia couldn't speak, but he knew very well in his heart.

Looking at him, what kind of person will make the guards listen to him? Why won’t the guards stop him?

However, he couldn't see his expression clearly, and only saw the misty face, which was still like a bat, and even his tone was surprisingly old, as if he had suffered all the hardships.

A strange feeling suddenly surged in Luo Jia's heart: This person is not that old.

Not even as old as he looks.

However, he was indeed old--for some reason, he grew old quickly.

who is he??

Luo Jia's mind was twisting.

The man stared at him hard, only seeing his eyes, occasionally turning. It was a kind of deep thought, a solemn thought. However, he was not afraid. Even though he could not move, he felt no fear.

Your Majesty Luo Jia!

This is His Majesty Luo Jia!

He didn't feel scared!

Not even panic.

A deep jealousy appeared in that person's eyes - an incomparable jealousy and panic.

Yes, it is this kind of damn death of the king.

It seems that he will always be the strongest person. He will always stand at the highest top and will never be intimidated by him at any time, even if he is alive or dead.

A bat-like face gradually showed great resentment, and suddenly a sneered. The laughter was filled with incomparable resentment. Just like the kind of creepy resentment that a person who was worried and overly frightened for a long time was terrified.

Luo Jia listened very carefully and did not even let go of even the subtle expression on his face.

However, he couldn't see clearly.

That might be a human skin mask.

Maybe it was his original color. But when he felt that under the layers of folds, he was like a dead person who had not completely died and his skin had soaked.

Luo Jia's lips slowly twitched, his eyes so strange: "Who are you?"

Although the sound was subtle, the man heard it.

A look of pride suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He asked back: "You don't know who I am?"

When he spoke, his lips opened and closed. His thin lips also experienced incredible torture and turned into folds layer by layer.

He suddenly sighed softly: "Your Majesty, look, I am older than you. Alas."

Luo Jia was shocked.

It was like a pot of boiling water suddenly dripped from the heart, and the heart and lungs were burnt with holes.

His body also trembled slightly.

The man was as happy as if he was watching it strangely. From the inside to the outside, almost every pore was happy: "Your Majesty, you are even afraid? You really didn't expect it."

Luo Jia's body was trembling even more - like a yellow leaf aging in the wind that was about to fall off.

The man looked at his silver hair and for a moment, he almost lost the silver brilliance - only white was left, a piece of endless white, in the wind, bumping, trembling, and infinite fear.

He smiled, so proud and so happy, an indescribable pleasure, and it was overwhelming.

"You are afraid of the powerful His Majesty Luo Jia, haha, you are afraid of it too."

His resentment, the resentment that cannot be vented, has not been relieved slightly: "Do you know the taste of fear? Always in the shadows, suffering from the fear of being foolishly chased? The fear that can never be escaped?

When it is the most joyful time, the trembling fear that is bumped down?"

Luo Jia closed his eyes miserably.

His face was as white as hair.

"Your Majesty, do you want to die now?"

His laughter became even more gloomy: "But, I suddenly don't want you to die again, what should I do?"

Luo Jia suddenly opened his eyes.

He stood up, and when he stood up, he could see his thinness, his incomparable weakness. But it was like a balloon that was expanding.

The weak body suddenly became full of strength, like an invisible powerful aura.

With every move, it seemed as if everything in the world was stepping on his feet.

"Your Majesty, I will give you two choices. You can tell yourself, should the Empress Dowager die first, or the Little Emperor die first?"

He said to himself: "Fangfei? Honger? You said, it's better for them to die first?"

Luo Jia's teeth trembled slightly, and his lips were trembling.

He smiled, very arrogant, like an endless force, firmly grasped by himself.

"Your Majesty, you really have no chance of winning. Wei Chen? Zhang Jie? Grey Knights? No, no, they are only three thousand people, not enough to fight against the army. Besides, Zhou Hong? Tens of thousands of imperial guards?"

Like a game, people are analyzing the situation.

"It's not a big deal to kill the little emperor first. No matter how big it is, Empress Dowager Feng immediately creates another emperor. Her woman has a heart like a stone, and even if she is her son, she can remain unshakable. However, if she kills Empress Dowager Feng first, she will be killed.

…” He paused and continued, “If Empress Dowager Feng was killed first, the little emperor would have no support, and those men and officials would have no leader. Perhaps, this would be much easier…”

Between chatting and laughing, it is like everything, in his control.

His eyes even became a little pity: "Your Majesty, if you weren't so powerful! Alas, if you were so scared earlier...or, you might have just died and never woke up, how nice would it be?"

At some point, Luo Jia really hoped that he would die.
Chapter completed!