It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Xuan Ji took a step back in horror, her face pale.

She subconsciously hid in the corner of the room, her body trembling slightly.

She was more afraid of Jiang Fu than snakes.

The snakes slithered up and bit Xiao Huai's hands and feet.

Xuan Ji's eyes were filled with fear that was difficult to conceal.

She didn't dare to look at him any longer, but couldn't help but take a quick glance, certain that Xiao Huai would not survive.

The next second, her gaze froze.

Xiao Huai stood there without even frowning.

The snakes coiled around him, their cold fangs piercing his flesh, but his expression was calm as water, without any sign of pain.

wrong?

Something is wrong.

Xuan Ji held her breath and clutched the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands.

Her gaze shifted from the snake group to Jiang Fu, but she found that Jiang Fu's smile gradually disappeared, and his brows wrinkled slightly.

At this moment, Xiao Huai suddenly raised his head lazily, his red eyes narrowed slightly, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He just casually grabbed a snake that was wrapped around his arm.

The snake struggled violently, its fangs piercing his palm, but it couldn't move at all.

"Shh!"

As Xiao Huai gently squeezed his fingers, the snake turned into powder in an instant, leaving no trace.

Xuan Ji's body suddenly shrank, and she could hardly believe what she saw.

Jiang Fu raised his eyebrows, with unpredictable emotions surging in his eyes.

Xuan Ji took a deep breath, thinking that she could just step back behind the scenes and be a bystander watching the fun.

However, before her thoughts came to fruition, Xiao Huai suddenly appeared in front of her.

Xuan Ji's eyes widened, and before she could say anything, Xiao Huai reached out and grabbed her wrist.

His movements were quick and decisive, leaving her no chance to struggle.

Xuan Ji trembled all over and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but her strength seemed insignificant under Xiao Huai's control.

Countless terrifying images suddenly emerged in her mind.

Anyone who comes into contact with her will instantly collapse and rot, turning into a lifeless corpse.

But this time, an accident happened.

Xiao Huai grabbed her hand, and the force from his palm was steady and powerful, without any sign of decay.

His fingers were slightly cold, but unlike the others, they did not immediately turn into bloody remains.

"You..." Xuan Ji looked at him in disbelief, her lips trembling and her voice hoarse.

Why is it okay?

Xiao Huai is different from them. Others cannot withstand high pollution and will die in the blink of an eye.

But Xiao Huai is different.

He had long been accustomed to it and could already endure it.

Xuan Ji was forcibly taken away and could only stumble and follow his steps.

"Same trick, you want to play it twice?" Jiang Fu murmured softly, the light in his eyes growing darker. "This time, I want to see what other tricks you can come up with."

He did not chase after him, but stood quietly there, watching the direction Xiao Huai was heading.

However, what is puzzling is that Xiao Huai did not choose to escape to a free place outside.

He went straight to where the King of Zhou was.

"King Zhou?" Jiang Fu murmured in a low voice, and a sneer slowly appeared at the corner of his lips.

He knew very well that the King of Zhou had long become a puppet controlled by him.

Xiao Huai just ran from one cage to another.

No matter how Xiao Huai acted, he was getting closer and closer to the end set by Jiang Fu.

-

The silence in the hall was like an abyss, swallowing up every faint candlelight until there was little left.

Only a few candles were lit, their flames trembling, casting swaying shadows on the cold, hard walls.

The entire space was cold and empty, like a cemetery prepared for the living.

King Zhou sat alone in the center of the throne, his figure elongated by the light and eroded by the shadows, appearing particularly lonely.

His hand holding the portrait trembled slightly.

It was a portrait of a woman, and the Jade Concubine's face was depicted vividly.

It seemed that as long as I reached out my hand, I could touch the tenderness between her brows.

At this time, urgent shouts were heard outside the hall.

"I won't go, I won't see you!"

Xuan Ji's voice echoed in the silent night, carrying a hint of despair that was almost collapsing.

King Zhou raised his head and slowly looked towards the gate.

He didn't answer, just listened quietly.

The familiar yet unfamiliar voice made him frown slightly.

What a similar voice...even the tone and intonation are almost identical.

But no matter how similar she is, she is not the Jade Concubine.

not.

Concubine Yu had died long ago, and his heart was also buried with her death.

He is the most noble person in the world.

Holding supreme power, he can change the color of mountains and rivers with a wave of his hand.

He can expand his territory, quell rebellions, establish a lasting empire, and make his name immortal.

However, all of this became an insignificant empty shell after Concubine Yu left.

He thought that Yu Fei was just an ordinary woman among countless women.

Although she was beautiful, it was not enough to shake his ambition.

But he was wrong.

She is not an ordinary person.

She is the only resonance of his soul and the only home in his heart.

The moment she closed her eyes on her sickbed, death not only took away her life, but also took away his color, his hope, and all his expectations for the future.

King Zhou lowered his head and his eyes fell on the portrait again.

He stretched out his hand and gently brushed his fingertips across the face of the person in the painting, as if the cold paper could convey her warmth.

His voice was low and hoarse, like a dirge of broken strings, slowly echoing in the empty hall:

"Power, ambition...after death, they are nothing but a handful of earth."

The candlelight flickered slightly, as if responding to him.

It turns out that all he wanted was to hold someone's hand and stay together until old age.

This royal capital, with all its power and glory, was ultimately nothing more than a cage that imprisoned him, locking up his body and mind, leaving him to sink in loneliness and obsession.

He turned mountains, rivers, and all living things into chess pieces, just to do something that defied heaven—

resurrection.

He understood that there would inevitably be people in this world who would oppose him, and some would regard him as a madman, a heretic, or even a devil.

In that case, all those who stand in his way will be killed!

The flickering candlelight reflected on his face, his eyes burning with madness and paranoia.

The corners of his mouth lifted up in a cold smile, like a king standing above the abyss, overlooking those mortals who could not understand him.

He stood up and looked towards the source of the sound.

"If you want to die, then come here."

Xuan Ji was the first to walk in.

This time, she no longer had the appearance of Jade Concubine, but her own appearance.

That timid Xuan Ji who was a little humble, self-abased, and timid.

She stood at the door, hesitating for a long time, her fingers tightly clutching her sleeves, her steps slow and difficult.

Finally, she stepped inside.

This was the first time she appeared in front of King Zhou without any disguise.

But it was also the first time she discovered that King Zhou did not stare at her with that disgusted and strange look.