[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

At this time, Wang Zhi, the Great Governor, did something that most people in the world who thought they were smart didn't think of it.

He dragged his almost pierced body into the Holy Majesty's secret prison.

This prison has been secretly built since His Majesty ascended the throne, and it is specially used to deal with some prisoners with embarrassing identities.

When Wang Zhi took office in Xichang, the emperor handed over the prison to him for management.

It can be said that the holy family is terrible.

As soon as Fang walked in, a thick and filthy bloody smell poured into his nostrils in his breath, and a miserable howl resounded in his ears.

Here, no matter how precious the blood is, or how humble and lowly as an ant, after death, it is just a ghost in the world, a corpse on a graveyard, no different from others.

But it is a rare fair place in the world.

The cold and humid air made Wang Zhi subconsciously cover the wound in his heart and lungs.

Every step I took in this prison, the wound seemed to be torn apart again, and the heart-wrenching pain was as painful as needles pricking and burning.

Wang Zhi couldn't help laughing in such pain.

How painful it is now, how miserable and helpless Lin Shiyin will die soon.

This pain, this pain, to him, isn't it just a delicacy of fresh and mellow honey?

How can there be anything that makes him happier and happier than this!

He walked to the place where the prisoners were held. The candles were dimly lit and the sky was dim. It was like the grand scene of Hell in the palace of Yama. Evil ghosts with strange shapes and expressions were lined up on both sides. Some scolded loudly, put their lives in the hands of others in the face of disaster, elegant, noble and upright Ling Ran gave them all iron whips and irons.

Now in various poses and with different expressions, nothing more than the four characters of hidden pain and longing.

Wang Zhi didn't even look at them.

In his heart, these things are no longer considered human beings.

It's not a ghost either.

Things that are neither human, nor ghost, neither good nor evil, are nothing more than dirty eyes and dirty heart.

He walked straight to the last cell at the end.

That's what he came here for.

The person locked in the last cell is none other than the true assassin who the scholar and knight-errant said was about to assassinate Wang Zhi in the downtown area!

It was Wang Zhi who got the news that Lin Shiyin was looking for someone to assassinate him, followed the clues, made an unannounced visit, arrested that person early, and threw him into this secret prison.

And the assassination in the street was nothing more than a self-directed and self-acted good show, which he knew well.

It is even the plan and layout of Wang Zhi and His Majesty that everyone is in danger on the Golden Mayu Hall in recent days.

What Wang Zhi wanted was for Lin Shiyin to die without a burial place, while what Zhu Jianshen wanted was the reintegration of power above the court.

Thank you Lin Shiyin for assassinating the governor of Xichang. In this sensitive period, there is no more logical and flawless crime than this.

Walking to the last cell, Wang Zhi saw the real assassin hero at a glance.

He looked young, a young man.

Clear eyebrows, straight nose and vermilion lips, white face and black hair, delicate skin and thin body.

From looks alone, no one would have imagined that he would be an assassin or a killer.

It's like someone pampered, happy and free.

But he is not.

Not only not, he has been struggling to survive for more than ten years in the killer business.

His hands did not know how many innocent or criminal blood was stained, how many people's heads were cut off, and how many people's hearts were pierced.

I don't even know how many times I have been injured, how many times I have suffered hunger, and how many times I have brushed shoulders with death.

For such a person, the soft, warm, bright and human things have long since disappeared from his body and heart.

He was alive, but he couldn't cry, laugh, love, hate, be happy, or fear.

A rock standing silently in the yellow sand all over the sky, a half-loess skeleton in the endless wilderness, lonely, indifferent, silent.

Falling flowers, drizzle, scorching sun, thunder, lightning, wind, sun and moon, to him, there is no difference.

It's a pity that such a person met Lin Shiyin.

The rocks sprout new grass, and the bones bloom.

Since then, the sun and the moon have shone brightly, love and hatred have been deeply rooted in the bones, in the sky and on the earth, in the vast and remote world, he only knows Lin Shiyin in the end.

Willing to put life and death in the hands of others.

He held his heart in front of her without hesitation.

The former killer assassin, now the hero of the Sad Beauty Pass, hangs in the prison cell, the iron chain pierces his shoulder blades, his clothes are soaked in blood, his eyes are indifferent and empty, like a dead person.

But his heart was hot and hot, as gentle as water.

Just because he has a terrible love in his heart.

Wang Zhi opened the cell door and walked in.

"You still refuse to say?"

He stretched out his slender, white fingers and took off the hood covering his face, revealing a face as pale as snow, in this dark prison, it was like a bright moon coming out of a box, like a jewel out of a box, really beautiful and exquisite, extremely beautiful Dazzling.

The killer didn't even look at him.

Just like the person in front of him is a stone and wood carving, the wind blows through the ear, the sun shines through the hall, and it is usually tight.

Not a word.

Wang Zhi raised his lips, not annoyed, he laid his body comfortably on the couch sent by the prison head, his brows and eyes stretched, and he seemed calm and in control of everything in the world.

He laughed.

"Nowadays, everyone knows that the governor of the West Factory, Wang Zhi, was assassinated by an assassin in broad daylight, and his life was hanging by a thread. The assassin was seriously injured and arrested. Only when he wakes up, the truth will come to light."

"If you don't say it, it's nothing."

"My assassin will speak for you."

The corners of Wang Zhi's lips curled up slightly, and the color of his lips was bright red, like a ghost.

"Lin Shiyin is also going to die."

"And die horribly."

As if boiling hot water was poured down his head, the killer's ice-covered silence was completely melted in an instant, leaving nothing left.

"you dare!"

He stared at Wang Zhi, with a ferocious face and dilated pupils, looking like an ugly, cruel, disgusting ghost.

Wang Zhi couldn't help laughing.

It sounded ridiculous to him.

'you dare! '

'you try! '

Throughout the ages, only a desperate hero and a desperate hero would say such a thing.

As soon as these words came out, it meant that they were defeated and had no power to fight any more. They could only hope that the glory and majesty of the past could stop the enemy from guarding the treasure.

The general is gray-headed, and the magic soldier is blunt.

How sad, how powerless.

Wang Zhi never said such things.

He just does.

Kill all the enemies and all the bandits.

Whether it's the field of power or the field of love, either you die or I die!

The winner is king!

He leaned forward slightly, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"What am I afraid of?"

"Not only do I want Lin Shiyin to die, I also want to peel off her beautiful skin before she dies, cut off her delicate flesh one by one, and watch her blood drain with my own eyes, revealing a slender white skeleton, Then take her flesh and skin and sew it into a doll, and then bury it in front of your grave, how about letting her accompany you every day?"

He has a beautiful smile and a soft tone.

In the eyes and ears of the killer, it is more disgusting than the most despicable person in the world, and the scariest person is even more frightening.

No, this is no longer a person.

How could this be a human being?

Obviously a monster.

The killer gritted his teeth, wishing he could rush up and chew the monster in front of him to death, smashing him to pieces, leaving no flesh and blood behind.

But he couldn't move.

Can't even move a finger.

The killer's body trembled uncontrollably.

Trembling with anger, trembling with fear.

He said: "If you treat her like this, even if I turn into a ghost, I can't spare you."

Miserable and gloomy, he made a strong oath, going all-in and desperate, and would not be willing to die a hundred times.

Wang Zhi blinked.

"Why do you say such useless things now?"

"You really became the ferryman by the bridge of Wangchuan, the evil ghost who doesn't drink Mengpo soup, and you sought revenge with me, and Lin Shiyin died too."

"She will rot into a pile of mud, forget all her past, never remember you as a person, and what you did for him."

He suddenly smiled.

"It must hurt you more than the fact that she died, mustn't it?"

The killer lowered his head slowly, with a strange expression on his face.

He wanted to refute, he wanted to reprimand, and he wanted to use all his words to insult the other party.

But he couldn't say a word.

Yes, compared to the fact of Lin Shiyin's death itself, it was more terrifying that she had forgotten him.

He has given his heart and soul to the one he loves for the first half of his life and the second half of his life.

If Lin Shiyin forgot.

If Lin Shiyin forgot...

So what is the meaning of his whole person and everything?

Meaningless.

Isn't this a terrible thing?

This is a terrible thing.

As long as I think about it, it's like being chopped inch by inch by Ling Chi with a knife.

Wang Zhi looked at him with ghostly eyes, and said in a low voice:

"You see, you are more afraid of her forgetting you than her death, and your love is nothing more than that."

"So humble, so selfish, so disgusting."

The killer's mouth twitched.

Wang Zhi suddenly laughed again.

The dim candlelight reflected on his face, which was beautiful and tight, with a pair of peach blossom eyes bent, burning brightly and charmingly, like a thousand-year-old demon fox fleeing in the green hills.

"But whose fault is it not?"

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