Chef's Knife

"How can I like that scumbag? It's disgusting."

"I just want to erase the stains of my life."

Luo Sheng slowly opened a corner of the neckline, exposing a piece of skin.Emperor Yong Le's pupils shrank, a trace of astonishment flashed in his pupils, as if he was also shocked by what he saw under his clothes, it took him a long time before he could speak. "The one surnamed Chu is really worse than a beast."

Luo Sheng smiled lightly, noncommittal.His personality contains quite intense emotions, but his appearance is always tepid like a puppet, as if he has never been angry.Even the tone of expression of disgust is gentle and flat.

"That filthy villain used shameless means to defraud me of the industry that I have painstakingly managed for more than 100 years. After fully enjoying the fun of playing with me, he used the worst way to force me to compromise, trampling on my dignity and pride. Underfoot. All of this is unforgivable—”

Luo Sheng made a faint fist with one hand, and the two middle fingers of the other hand touched his waist—the kitchen knife was naturally confiscated during the body search before entering the palace.

"I don't allow any stains in my life. I want to kill the existence that makes me lose my godhead. How can the devil die before he tastes a thousand times the pain that I have? This is my selfishness." ,His Majesty."

……

The clouds in the sky slowly gathered to cover the sun, and the sky darkened when people were unconscious.

The cold wind chilled people's backs, and the fallen leaves and dust from the ground were flying in the air.

How is man born?

Chu Yuanzhong was fully stripped and imprisoned on the torture bed. When he opened his eyes, he saw the gray sky, and the dull thunder sounded in his ears.

People came to this world naked, and they should leave naked.

He thought it was fair, whether it was an emperor or a beggar, death was death, and nothing in the world could be taken away.

The clouds were thick and the thunder was continuous.The wind howled in his ears, and the rain fell on the tip of his nose.

He thought that he could live a good life if he held onto the money and power, and he didn't have to wander around the world like duckweed.Greedy plunder is the only way for him to survive.

A boy in the crowd was eating a bright red candied haws. He suddenly felt his stomach was empty and hunger swept his body.He suddenly missed a certain light green back, with the ponytail bound by the headband tied tightly behind his head.With a bowl of noodles in his hand, the man turned around and smiled at him.

"Keep eating and don't stop, I can live to 99!"

Chu Yuanzhong thought indifferently, sure enough, it was to coax children.

I don't know who screamed in the crowd, and the people watching the execution raised their heads to look up at the sky, but they were hit straight by the falling hailstone.

"what--"

"It's hailstorm, run away!"

With a bang, a huge piece of ice measuring one foot in length, width and height fell in the middle of the crowd, smashing the unlucky ghost who just spat on the criminal into a meat paste on the spot.

"Son—my son!" Amidst the wailing sound of the aunt kneeling on the ground, the panicked crowd scattered because of blood.

The disaster was not over yet, only a crackling sound was heard, and hailstones with raindrops fell from the sky one after another.A few pieces of ice the size of a washbasin smashed the brains of those who couldn't dodge.Then there was a burst of dense hailstones like eggs. People hurriedly hid their heads to avoid it. Those who stepped on the broken ice slipped and fell to the ground, but were quickly trampled by others.The scene suddenly became chaotic, and it was unknown how many casualties were caused by the pushing and shoving.

On that day, the city of Chang'an was in the midst of thunder and lightning, and the downpour mixed with hail lasted for a whole incense stick. The chaotic situation caused the execution to be stopped before it even started.

"Brother! Look quickly..." The little girl hiding in her brother's arms called softly.The elder brother, who protected his sister from the hail with his back, heard his sister shouting in a daze in the storm. "Heaven, in heaven."

What's that flashing through the clouds?