Although the following words were not spoken, how could Long Qingyue not understand them.
Because they could not be used by Nangong Shiwen, they were killed together.
What a cruel heart indeed!
After revealing the secret that he had held in his heart for more than ten years, Nangong Shiwen suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. He closed his eyes and said in a weak voice, "I know that now...it's useless to say anything...you...kill me."
Let's... take revenge for your father and... them..."
Long Qingyue's clenched fists were unclenched, then clenched again.
"I won't kill you." Killing him also dirty her hands. Now he has received the retribution he deserves. He was tortured to death by his own son, and brothers killed each other for the throne. What could be more cruel than this?
The palm of his hand flickered, silver light flashed in the hall, and seven silver needles appeared in his hand, and they were quickly inserted into the seven important acupuncture points on Nangong Shiwen's head, including Shenting and Baihui points.
All seven needles were inserted, leaving only the needle heads outside.
Ye Xiaosheng was startled and wanted to step forward to stop him, but it was too late. However, he saw that Nangong Shiwen's face, which was originally ashen, suddenly became brighter and full of energy.
"This..." Ye Xiaosheng's eyes widened in surprise, what was going on? The emperor was already dying, how could he suddenly become like a normal person?
Nangong Shiwen felt refreshed and sat up. His strength was restored, and he no longer felt the pain of coughing to death. He turned to look at Long Qingyue, "Thank you."
"You only have one day to live." She just used the seven-needle life-sustaining method to force all his life energy together. There was only one day. After one day, all the energy would disappear and he would die.
She didn't want to help him, but she didn't want to disappoint her grandfather. If her father was still here, he didn't want Qinglong Kingdom to fall into a bloody storm.
"One day is enough." Nangong Shiwen said with a solemn expression. He wanted to clean up the evil obstacle with his own hands.
The sun is shining brightly and there are no clouds in the sky.
Three huge bells suddenly sounded above the splendid palace, resounding throughout the palace and the entire Qinglong.
For a moment, everyone who heard the bell stopped what they were doing, and involuntarily looked up at the tall golden palace. This was the death knell, and the emperor had passed away!
Nangong Mo was startled, and a sinister sneer flashed across his face. He died so soon? He thought he would have to wait until tomorrow.
When the remaining four princes heard this death knell, they also took action. Although Nangong Mo had the best chance of winning, the four of them joined forces and had the power to compete with Nangong Mo.
In the huge palace, various armored guards and imperial guards poured in from all directions, approaching the door of Nangong Shiwen's bedroom.
The sun is shining brightly, but it is cold to the bones.
Nangong Mo glanced at the other four princes across from him with disdain, and sneered, "You four want to fight with me? I advise you four not to waste your efforts. If you four are willing to surrender now, by then
When I become the emperor, I can make you a prince. Haha..."
"Nangong Mo, you think too highly of yourself, don't you? Although the four of us are not as good as you, if we join forces, you won't be able to get any benefits." The four princes replied coldly.
Murderous intent flashed through Nangong Mo's eyes, "But there is only one throne. Which of the four of you will take the throne?"
"Don't try to sow discord. The four of us have already discussed the matter of the throne. We will kill you first, and then we will have a showdown."
