Creation Color Master

The weather was still cloudy and rainy. Sima Yi, wearing a cloak, left Tang Tianshi's Mingzhou camp, took a walk around, and then went to Tang Tianlong's Xunzhou camp.

He wanted to use the same method to drag this person into the water and make them turn against God's punishment.

As for the divine punishment, Sima Yi naturally had arrangements as well.

In the imperial capital, inside the magnificent palace, Tang Chengyun was still immersed in a life of drunkenness and debauchery. The daily life of wine and women had already drained the prince's body.

At this moment, Tang Chengyun, with a weak face and pale lips, was leaning in the concubine's arms, enjoying a comfortable massage.

Below, a group of dancers were dancing in thin tulle that was barely visible, and the atmosphere of luxury echoed in every corner of the hall.

"Crunch--"

The door of the hall was pushed open, and the clanging sound of armor seemed so abrupt and out of place amid the sounds of stringed instruments.

Tang Chengyun frowned and stood up, saying sternly: "Who are you? How dare you disturb my pleasure? Get out immediately."

Wei Wentong, wearing a green armor and holding a Crescent Moon Cold Star Knife, walked forward slowly with murderous intent.

The dancers were so frightened that they hid in the corner of the hall and trembled. The concubine who was hugging Tang Chengyun was so scared that her face turned pale.

"Your Highness is about to die, don't you know it?"

Wei Wentong's words made the prince's face gloomy, but he was very aware of his situation and burst into laughter again.

"General, you are joking. Ever since I was supported by God to take the throne, there have been so many people in the world who want to kill me. I should have died long ago."

Tang Chengyun's answer surprised Wei Wentong, so he couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Why doesn't the prince want to resist?"

Tang Chengyun laughed, and his crazy laughter echoed in the silent hall and took a long time to subside.

Then he looked at Wei Wentong and said, "General, you'd better leave quickly. Isn't my life good now? I have fine wine, beautiful women to accompany me, and I live a life of luxury and debauchery. Great, haha, great."

Looking at Tang Chengyun, whose hair was disheveled because of his wild laughter, Wei Wentong's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and then he said coldly: "Haha, the brothers of the late emperor and the prince are all ambitious people, but the prince is an outlier. It's okay for him to have no ambition, but he doesn't even have a trace of blood. It's really a waste of my hard work."

"Since you are such a good-for-nothing waste, you might as well just die."

After saying that, the Crescent Moon Cold Star Knife in his hand burst out with layers of knife light, like a crescent moon, like a scimitar, the cold moonlight turned into a sharp moon wheel, and the stars turned into a ray of light, shooting out in all directions.

“Puff, puff, puff—”

The sound of knives cutting flesh and blood was endless, and soon all the dancers and concubines in the palace fell in a pool of blood.

Tang Chengyun watched a strand of his hair fall in front of his eyes, and blood gushed out from the knife wound on the concubine's neck behind him.

Wei Wentong killed everyone in the hall except Tang Chengyun.

From the conversation and observation just now, Wei Wentong already knew that the palace maids and concubines here were sent by various forces to monitor Tang Chengyun. Tang Chengyun had no ability to resist and could only obey.

"Your Majesty, can we have a good talk this time?"

Wei Wentong's voice sounded cold, with a hint of coercion.

Tang Chengyun calmly stood up from the concubine's body and sighed faintly, "He is a warrior after all, and he behaves so rudely."

"General, what exactly do you want me to do by forcing you like this?"

Tang Chengyun knew clearly that the other party had gone to great lengths to find him, and their purpose, like that of divine punishment, was to use him.

He had no choice but to do so. His experiences of escaping death time and again told him that he could suffer less if he obeyed the orders.

Wei Wentong did not expect Tang Chengyun to be so aware, and said calmly: "Doesn't the prince hate divine punishment? You, an idle prince, have been dragged into the vortex of the symbol of the throne. How about I give you a chance for revenge?"

"From now on, Your Majesty, just obey. Someone will take action to deal with the divine punishment when the time comes."

Tang Chengyun knew he had no choice, so he just nodded resignedly.

Wei Wentong thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I will stay here during this period and ensure your safety."

Tang Chengyun looked up at Wei Wentong for a long time, then asked calmly: "Whose are you, Fourth Brother, or my two cheap uncles?"

Wei Wentong shook his head and did not answer.

He just left a few words and walked out.

"Your Highness, it's better not to ask. The more you know, the more dangerous it can be."

After saying that, the figure walked out of the hall and the door was closed again.

Only Tang Chengyun was left facing the empty hall and corpses all over the floor.

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In Mingzhou, the outstanding people here have also stepped up their pace of occupation.

The Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts led by Cheng Yu was like ghosts hidden in the dark, demanding the lives of the officials of the Underworld.

During this period, news of officials' deaths continued to come out. At first, everyone was in a panic. As such cases gradually increased, when the pattern of death was summarized, people gradually began to learn to accept it.

Of course, Cheng Yu was not killing innocent people indiscriminately. He just took the opportunity to kill some diehard and evil officials, and also to reduce the burden on officials in governing Mingzhou.

The soldiers under Cheng Yaojin's command had been well trained, and he led 10,000 troops to start the siege.

And in Cheng Yaojin's army, there was another person walking alongside him.

This man had delicate eyebrows and eyes, white teeth and red lips, a fair face, and a handsome appearance. He wore a silver crown, a headband with a pattern of two dragons fighting for a pearl, his hair in front reached his eyebrows and the back was draped over his shoulders. He wore a white robe and a fish-scale armor on the outside.

He was riding on a cold moon white dragon horse, holding a five-hook magic flying spear, with a stern face.

Name: Luo Cheng

Weapons: Five-hook flying spear, Cold dragon rolling silver spear

Skill: "White Dragon Cold Spearman's Manual"

Faction: Human (Military)

Potential: Condensing the Military Spirit

Cultivation: Peak of the Third Realm Purple Mansion Stage

Introduction: Luo Cheng, he is handsome and delicate in appearance, but brave by nature and proficient in spearmanship. He is known as "Cold-faced and Handsome Luo Cheng with a Cold Spear". He is the seventh hero of the Sui Dynasty, the son of Luo Yi and the cousin of Qin Qiong.

Luo Cheng became sworn brothers with Qin Qiong, Cheng Yaojin and others at Jiajialou, and later helped the Wagang Army break through the Long Snake Formation and the Bronze Flag Formation. After the Wagang were disbanded, he was unable to surrender to the Tang Dynasty due to illness. When Li Shimin attacked Luoyang, Luo Cheng defected to Li Shimin.

After Luo Cheng returned to Tang, Wang Shichong invited reinforcements to help defend Luoyang, including himself and five other rebel kings, namely Wang Shichong, Dou Jiande, Gao Tansheng, Zhu Can, and Meng Haigong. After Qin Qiong was injured, Li Shimin appointed Luo Cheng as the marshal, captured all five rebel kings, and captured and executed Shan Xiongxin.

In the end, Luo Cheng was framed by Li Jiancheng and led by Liu Heita to the Zhouxipo Silt River, where he was shot to death with arrows.