Anecdote of sword three crossing the bureau

Chapter 188

At the very beginning, no one recognized who the person in front of him was, Chu Cichao subconsciously raised his pen, and then Gong Jiu firmly blocked him behind him.

The moment that person appeared, everyone lowered their guard slightly just because that person was simply too miserable.

"King Zhenxi." Gong Jiu frowned slightly, her voice was a little cold and surprised.

King Zhenxi described that he was old and looked like a living dead. He raised his cloudy eyes to look at the people in front of him, and then laughed dryly: "Good fortune makes people, good fortune...cough..."

He started to cough, and the heavy handcuffs and shackles were dangling, which made people feel a little frightened.

Obviously, none of the people present expected to encounter such a situation.

Qi Mingyuan looked at him for a long time, then asked calmly: "Are you okay?"

"Heh," King Zhenxi smiled, with blood dripping from the corners of his lips, he was holding the little monkey carefully, as if he was holding the last support of his life, "Look at me like this Is it?"

Qi Mingyuan, who knew what to ask, turned his head away silently. No matter what this person has done before, at this moment, he is just a dying old man.

Not to mention a threat, it also makes people feel hateful and lamentable.

"Stay away from me, Xiaomao, it doesn't matter, you stay close, I'm afraid that the poison of that evil animal will be transmitted to you." King Zhenxi swallowed the bloody smell in his mouth, and said every word.

He said every word as if he was going to exhaust all his strength, every word was stained with blood.

Such a situation made Chu Cichao look terrified. He looked at King Zhenxi for a long time, and finally asked: "Maybe Chu can show you."

Gong Jiu subconsciously clenched Chu Cichao's wrist, with a bit of force, causing Chu Cichao to frown calmly.

King Zhenxi was silent for a long time, and finally laughed out. His face was too wrinkled, and he looked a little stiff when squeezed together. Even his tone became strange: "No need." He looked at Chu Ci for a while, and finally slightly She twitched her lips: "Good boy, you are all good boys, take pity on my bastard...cough..."

The only one who had this memory, Guo Qingtian, when he heard his voice, seemed to have a sudden consciousness, and he flicked up hard.

This movement was too big, startled Sikong Zhaixing beside him, subconsciously leaned over: "Qingtian?"

Guo Qingtian closed his eyes tightly and seemed to be struggling.

Sikong Zhaixing guarded carefully, for fear of disturbing people a little.

However, King Zhenxi walked over slowly when he saw him. Every step he took was very strenuous. The shackles on his feet were too heavy and too solid. He dared to cut it down easily, so he could only listen to the depressing voice resounding through the entire secret passage, and watch King Zhenxi walk towards Guo Qingtian step by step.

"Let Gu take a look at him." King Zhenxi said, but also seemed to be a little self-deprecating.

Sikong Zhaixing looked at Zhenxi Wang for a long time, and finally stepped aside silently.

Instead, Lu Xiaofeng stretched out his hand to gently stop him: "Prince Zhenxi, I have a question to ask."

"You're doubting me..." King Zhenxi smiled wryly, "You say it."

"Why did your son bind you here?" Lu Xiaofeng looked into King Zhenxi's eyes, no one's eyes wouldn't reveal the secret when they were lying, and King Zhenxi was the same.

The little monkey on his body was sleeping naively, showing no signs of defense.

King Zhenxi looked at Lu Xiaofeng for a long time, and finally smiled slightly: "Because he wants to make Gu a puppet, and make Gu a puppet, and he will always be at his mercy from now on."

It seemed that it took King Zhenxi a lot of effort to say these words, he just looked at Lu Xiaofeng steadfastly, as if he wanted to give up everything he had.

Lu Xiaofeng asked: "Is there any help?"

A Xuanhu family like Chu Cichao is best at seeing, hearing and asking. At this time, there is no way to directly feel the pulse, so I have to go closer and look at King Zhenxi's face. "

King Zhenxi smiled, as if he had expected such a result: "Let Gu see, maybe there is a way, otherwise he will be in a coma like this for the rest of his life."

Gong Jiu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Does King Zhenxi know about the whereabouts of the son?"

King Zhenxi was slightly taken aback, there was still hesitation between his brows.

"That's what I know," Gong Jiu sneered, drew his sword out of its sheath, and stood in front of King Zhenxi, "I think you are a spy sent by the prince."

Zhenxi Wang's cloudy eyes stared at Gong Jiu for a long time, and finally he laughed in a low voice. The laughter was small at first, and then became sharper, which sounded a little frightening.

After a long while, he had just had enough of laughing, and slowly stretched out his hand to signal: "Gu is about to die, his hand is already black, and his bones and blood have been worn away." He looked at the person in front of him, his eyes seemed a little sad: "Even if you tell him , if you catch up, it will be impossible.”

Gong Jiu raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.

On the other hand, Qi Mingyuan slowly clenched his fists, and there was some faint anxiety in his eyes, which was hidden under that calm and breezy expression, and he couldn't see it clearly.

King Zhenxi said slowly: "He will follow this road. All the roads marked with flames are his roads. There are many obstacles on the roads. Without him, you can't drive."

"So what about you?" Chu Cichao asked, he looked at Zhenxi Wang for a long time, and finally said lightly: "If you give us directions and tell us Guo Qingtian's detoxification method, maybe I can give you Continue to live for the first half of the year."

King Zhenxi looked at Chu Cichao with a sigh in his eyes: "Half a year is nothing to Gu."

"No," Gong Jiu suddenly smiled, his smile didn't reach his eyes, and finally became so cold: "You need to do some things, and these six months are enough for you to complete these things."

King Zhenxi hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded silently: "Yes, I still have my wish unfulfilled, so it's a pity to die like this." He paused before laughing wildly: "It's just that the one you want this king to deal with is my son. !"

"You also know that it's just an evil animal. He didn't regard you as his father at all." Gong Jiu's brows and eyes were full of sarcasm, and his scabbard was pressed in the palm of his hand, always on guard against King Zhenxi's attack.

However, King Zhenxi didn't, because he kept looking at Guo Qingtian with an extremely weird expression, and walked over after a while, as if he wanted to touch Guo Qingtian's face as if he had been enchanted: "You ..."

Sikong Zhaixing almost wanted to knock his hand off, just because Guo Qingtian's face was no longer the appearance of the former prince of Zhenxi, he couldn't figure out why this person would look at him with an almost nostalgic gaze. The man of his own family!

It's a pity that things became interesting at this time, because Guo Qingtian moved.

His movement was not big, but it was enough to wake up the people who had been guarding him. He looked around, and finally turned his gaze on the man in front of him, and smiled wryly: "Father."

The voice was still very weak, with a feeling of unhealed illness, but it was enough to startle King Zhenxi.

Obviously, Sikong Zhaixing and the others were even more shocked.

Sikong Zhaixing almost threw the things in his hands out, he stared at Guo Qingtian in front of him, as if this person was possessed by a ghost.

Oh no, this situation may be due to ghost possession.

"Father... I'm sorry..." Guo Qingtian's lips moved, but tears slowly leaked from his eyes.

"You..." King Zhenxi could hardly control his movements: "What do you mean?"

His voice trembled with death, but he refused to speak clearly.

Guo Qingtian's eyes didn't look like his usual one at all, his unruly and domineering eyes were exactly the same as Prince Zhenxi's, which made Sikong Zhaixing feel so strange that he almost crushed the things in his hands up.

"Father," Guo Qingtian stood up slowly, his movements a little erratic: "I'm going back."

However, at this moment, the more strenuous his movements, the more cramped King Zhenxi felt. He wanted to stretch out his hand to pull his son, but he remembered that the poison on his body did not reach out, so he had to carefully put the little monkey on the ground. On Guo Qingtian's shoulder: "Where are you going back, this is not your body, you are going to make a puppet again?"

"This is me, I am him," the prince smiled indifferently: "I want to go back with my father, and we will find a place where no one is around, and we will die together."

King Zhenxi's beard almost flew up, he looked at his eldest son, and suddenly felt that the old things were coming back, too many memories were brought back, and he was caught off guard with emotion: "Then what about you who went to the palace? "

Shizi tilted his head slightly, as if he was a little puzzled.

King Zhenxi continued in a hurry: "A group of your puppets have already gone to the palace to implement your previous plan."

"Father?" Shizi interrupted him, his eyes full of suspicion: "Aren't we at home?"

"Have you forgotten? Then the King Father's appearance is thanks to you, and you also forgot?!" King Zhenxi suddenly raised his voice, with a little hatred in his eyes.

The prince shook his head, he looked at the old and decrepit King Zhenxi in front of him, tears slowly welled up in his eyes: "Father, let's go and kill that bastard, and I will support you until old age, I'm sorry...Father, I'm sorry."

King Zhenxi thought about too many possibilities, but he never thought that after his son had done so many sins, he actually entrusted his soul to a stranger, and such a soul was inexplicably pure. .

Too many coincidences were mixed together, making it almost impossible for King Zhenxi to bear the sudden fact.

He stared at his son who had been forgotten for so many years because of love and hatred for a long time before slowly nodding his head: "Okay, my father will follow you to kill that evil."

He walked ahead slowly, but a slight smile appeared in his cloudy eyes, and he looked back at his eldest son, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, from time to time.

The prince with Guo Qingtian's body followed slowly, his face was pale, obviously he was greatly stimulated.

The people who had been more stimulated no longer knew what expressions to make, only Sikong Zhaixing's face remained gloomy, showing no emotion.

King Zhenxi walked very slowly, but Shizi suddenly took Sikong Zhaixing's hand, and lightly stroked his palm a few times.