Whether to stay or not to stay is just a matter of thought.
But Heaton saw that the minister seemed to be quite happy, so he could only follow suit.
Everyone was happy, except for the height, which made me wet my pants.
"Hey, hey, it stinks, minister."
Heaton's little green tea opened its mouth.
"You have behaved inappropriately in front of His Majesty, disturbed the order of the meeting hall, and disregarded the imperial authority. Pull him out!"
The minister spoke.
The heavily armored guards outside the door pushed open the door and entered, each holding an arm and dragging them out of the meeting hall.
"Follow up quickly!"
Heaton called to Gorzi and followed him out in a bound.
The minister was not in a hurry, so Gozichi naturally would not go around the minister. He waited for the minister to leave first before he started.
"Just start functioning normally in a while."
The minister said something, and Gozci immediately understood what it meant.
If it's performed normally, wouldn't it be torture?
But it seems that just killing is not enough, the focus is on torture.
Can the little emperor get used to seeing bloody scenes?
This is something that Gozici is worried about, but judging from the minister's reassuring expression, he doesn't seem to have to worry so much.
Isn't it easier to kill a piece of trash than to kill a pig?
From the meeting hall to the outside, a distance of tens of meters, Gozic thought a lot, but when he saw the height of being dragged in front of him, he felt that his thoughts were superfluous.
Your Majesty wants to see the effect of the Teigu, so let Your Majesty see it clearly!
Everyone made a clear space.
Geziqi stood up, holding Murasame in his hand, with gloomy eyes.
He was so high that his legs and feet were weak, his pants were still wet, and a long sword was stuffed in his hand. This was a special order given by Heaton because he was afraid that Gao Ziqi would accuse him of bullying him.
You know, there is no chance of a rematch.
He used his sword as a crutch and held on to the hilt of the sword. Before he could stand still, he heard Heaton yell.
"The competition begins, Wuhu."
"By the way, Gorzi, please be merciful, I still want to see the effect of the Teigu."
"Gozzi, the torture is a little bit long, just finish it with the Teigu in the end."
Gozi turned around, saluted Heaton and the minister, and then pulled out Murasame.
"Bang"
Goz stepped on the ground and quickly approached the height with one step.
A flower growing in a greenhouse might not even be able to beat a farmer in the field, so how could he possibly see Gozic's movements clearly?
"puff"
A horizontal kick in the stomach sent him flying five to six meters, and blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth.
"Clang."
The sword in his hand remained where it was.
Gozzi stayed put.
With his strength, it would be easy to kick him dozens of meters, but if he did that, his body, which had not been trained to a high degree, would be shattered into pieces.
"Your Majesty, my Murasame is a demon sword made from the blood and bones of a super-dangerous species, mixed with meteorite iron, and then an alchemist extracted the resentment of the dangerous species and cursed it."
In order to let Heaton understand more clearly, and in order to prevent the battle from ending so quickly, Gozici explained.
"As long as a wound is caused on the body of a creature, the curse will quickly spread throughout the body and directly annihilate the human soul."
Step by step, Gozzi approached the height where he was lying on the ground and rolling.
"Whoa!"
For a moment, Goszczy's hair seemed to have come to life, stretching instantly, restraining his limbs and lifting him up.
"Chu."
The distance between the two was only more than two meters, and Murasame swiped lightly, scratching every trace of skin on Gao Gao's face.
A trace of blood squeezed out and slowly flowed down his cheek.
But faster than the blood is the curse.
Strange black runes spread from the wound one after another.
"Ah~"
Before the scream of high pain was completely released, there was no breath.
Because of the restraint of Goziqi's hair, he couldn't even struggle.
"Your Majesty, please look!"
Goziqi's hand Murasame gently cut open his high-rise top, revealing his white upper body.
It is estimated that at the current height, Murasame is not afraid of accidental injuries, but Goziqi's control is very high, and there is no wound on his body.
Baihuahua means superficially, and the white body is covered with cursed patterns.
The curse spread throughout the body and finally gathered at the heart, giving it a strange beauty.
"Tsk, no matter how many times I see it, I never get tired of it. Such a Teigu, such a tool, this is art."
The minister sighed.
Heaton couldn't help but agree with his idea.
The long flowing hair is like an iron rope, the victim's head is drooping and lifeless, and there are strange patterns on his body. Opposite him is a middle-aged gentleman holding a knife, with a little blood on the knife.
Maybe you should find a painter to record the situation at hand.
Heaton is of course not a pervert, and he deeply sympathizes with the suffering of heights.
At least from his perspective, he probably feels quite innocent.
"So...so awesome."
Heaton took a long time to respond.
"Adjourn, adjourn." The minister waved his hand and dismissed the officials who were stunned.
It doesn't matter what they are thinking. Anyway, when tomorrow comes, they will do whatever they have to do. Such an episode will not make them change.
Unless the sickle of death is swung over their heads, they will never know how to repent.
Just like the minister, he is still looking at Heaton with a smile.
"Hungry!" Heaton said to the minister.
"Okay, then let's go have a meal. It's been a while since I've had a meal with His Majesty."
"Going to go?" Heaton turned to look at Gozic.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, but forget it about being a minor minister. The assassination team is still waiting for me." Goziqi is not a person without eyes.
"Oh, okay, let's go, minister."
Heaton laughed, as if he had just watched a boring drama.
...
night.
Heaton sat beside the bed, looked at Qiao Na who was putting on his slippers, and put his hand on her head.
Qiao Na's body was shaken and her movements stopped.
"How about it? I said I'll help you get revenge."
"Your Majesty." Qiao Na's body was shaken again. She didn't know whether it was fear or emotion.
"Hurry up, I'm sleepy."
"yes!"
Qiao Na continued her movements, taking off her shoes and putting them away, fetching hot water, testing the temperature, washing and wiping her feet.
Everything was still so orderly until I exited the bedroom and closed the door.
Heaton was lying on the bed. The moon was busy tonight, probably having a date with the sun, and the whole house was dark.
There were a few stars shining in the night sky outside the French window.
Perhaps it was on King's Heights, because it was too far from the ground, and the stars were much brighter than in previous lives.
Starting from tomorrow, the world will become different~
But Qiao Na is really a cute little girl.
Go to sleep...
I miss the previous world a little bit.
Height, you are the first person in this world to die in my hands, but you are definitely not the last one.
My only belief is to survive, and I will never make the same mistakes again.
...
A few days later.
Heaton looked at the small children in front of him, no, maybe a few years older than him, and smiled.