[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Wang Lianhua walked down the jade steps step by step.

The beautiful figure in Fei Yi is reflected on the clear and smooth bluestone floor tiles, like a bright fire burning between heaven and earth.

Jin Wuwang watched the flames burn all the way to his eyes, his face was like a frosty moon, and his pupils were like black abysses.

The strong man held the sharpened dagger in both hands, and presented it to Wang Lianhua.

Wang Lianhua took the short knife, took a jug of fine wine, poured the amber liquor on the knife surface, and washed the sharp edge of the knife.

Everyone's eyes could not help but be attracted by his every move.

If the Grim Reaper could have color, perhaps the bright scarlet would match the blade in his hand better than pale and black.

Wang Lianhua circled around Jin Wuwang, as if considering which piece of his flesh was the tastiest.

The musicians in the hall beat the drums in a hurry, as if they were urging Wang Lianhua to start, and they seemed to be aggravating the tension and uneasiness in the hearts of the guests present.

Wang Lianhua pressed the shining blade against Jin Wuwang's left shoulder, and said softly, "Hold it."

Jin Wuwang didn't make a sound, and gritted his teeth silently.

Immediately with a muffled groan, Wang Lianhua cut off a piece of flesh from his shoulder.

Jin Wuwang trembled all over, rolling off layers of sweat.

Wang Lianhua put his flesh and blood on a gold plate and sent it to Happy King.

Happy King lowered his eyes, glanced lightly at the contents on the plate, picked them up with his hands, put them in his mouth, and chewed them raw.

When everyone saw that he really cannibalized human flesh, no matter how calm he was, his complexion changed slightly, and a boundless chill appeared in his heart.

The Happy King swallowed the flesh, picked up a piece of silk, and gracefully touched the blood on his lips.

He tasted the taste of human flesh again.

He had to eat this piece of meat—not only to frighten everyone, but also to commemorate the dead man.

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Witnessing an act of cannibalism, Shen Lang was unexpectedly quiet and silent.

It's not that he didn't want to stop Happy King's atrocities, but when he was about to strike, Zhao Biqiong suddenly reached out and pressed his knee.

The fingers hidden under the table wrote on Shen Lang's thigh——

Join forces, take three breaths, and attack and kill Happy King.

Shen Lang's expression was slightly trembling, he didn't think this was a good time to attack and kill the Happy King.

However, without giving him a chance to answer, Zhao Biqiong withdrew his right hand and pressed it on the scabbard.

Shen Lang then thought that he really needed a chance to divert Happy King's attention—Wang Lianhua's second knife had already landed on Jin Wuwang's right shoulder.

Counting silently three times in my heart, I drew my sword.

In an instant, there was the sound of weapons being unsheathed during the banquet, and a sharp buzzing sounded in everyone's ears.

It turned out that Shen Lang and Zhao Biqiong were not the only ones who planned to attack and kill Happy King.

Many heroes are just like the two of them, but they pretend to surrender, and they join forces just to wait for the moment of comeback.

The dark crowd rushed towards Happy King like a storm-like wave.

The sharp edge of the sword in his hand was like the shimmering light on a scaled fish swimming in the tide.

The few people closest to the Happy King had already killed him before his throne.With a slash of the long knife, the rope hanging from the brocade tent was cut.

Seeing this situation, Wang Lianhua put away her dagger, and with the wind blowing under her feet, she shot to the front of the jade steps like a feathered arrow off the string.

The red curtain slowly fell, covering the situation on the steps.The figure in the tent was faint and indistinct, changing like a fog of blood.

Only a burst of fighting was heard, and then a burst of wailing sounded, so shrill that no one could tell who it was.

At this moment, Shen Lang and Zhao Biqiong finally reached the curtain.

Zhao Biqiong's sword moves like the wind, and Shen Lang's sword moves like a dragon, with such a bright edge that people can't keep their eyes open.

When the sword falls and the wind is flat, the sword rests and people are quiet.

Zhao Biqiong's sharp blade rested on Shen Lang's neck, and Shen Lang's Mingrui sword tip also touched Zhao Biqiong's chest.

The two clearly agreed to join hands to kill the enemy, but in the end they faced each other with swords.

Zhao Biqiong glanced blankly at the blade on his chest, and when he raised his head to face Shen Lang, his eyes showed admiration.

The proposal to jointly attack and kill the Happy King was a trap set by the Happy King to coerce him into Shen Lang, but Shen Lang easily saw through it and cracked it, which made him admire in his heart.

Shen Lang's face sank like water, and he looked around awe-inspiringly.

Not only the two of them, but many swords that were slashing at the Happy King suddenly turned their blades without warning, pointing at the companions who joined forces with him.

Those who fall into the trap, in order to win with one blow, must use all their strength once they make a move, how can they have any spare power to resist the sudden counter-kill of their companions?

Immediately, blood splattered everywhere, wailing was everywhere, and more than 20 people were injured and fell under the jade steps.

At this time, the cut curtain finally fell to the ground, and the situation on the jade steps was revealed again before people's eyes.

The Happy King was still sitting on the golden dragon throne, looking down at everyone, as indifferent and heartless as a king in the sky.

The corpses of the five people who had killed in front of him lay at his feet.

The bright red blood merged into a stream and trickled down, staining the white jade steps red.

Wang Huoshao wiped away the residual blood with his sleeve, and put the knife back into its sheath.

Wang Lianhua stood with her hands behind her back, the iron fan was shaking slightly, and the short knife that was originally held in her hand was stuck in the back of a corpse under her feet.

Looking at the corpses all over the place, Shen Lang said hoarsely, "Test."

Yes, this is the temptation of the Merry King.

In the rivers and lakes, it is not uncommon for the weak to be false and obedient to the strong, to wait for the opportunity to seek a comeback.

Happy King is extremely smart and suspicious by nature, so he naturally doesn't trust these defectors completely.

Except for Shen Lang, the Happy King used his hidden chess buried beside everyone to conduct the same test on the group of heroes—the ones who really attacked and killed the Happy King were betrayed by the proposed allies, and they were seriously injured one by one. .

At the same time, even if the remaining people still have different opinions, because of this accident, the trust that was not strong enough among the people was easily disintegrated.

Now, no one trusts anyone, and no one dares to trust their backs.

Seeing the solemn atmosphere during the banquet, Happy King said with a smile: "Everyone here is a person with outstanding wisdom and scheming, and this king has to be more careful."

"Try it casually, and it really turned out a lot of people who hide traitors inside."

"Catch them all at this moment, and we can discuss cooperation matters with peace of mind."

Happy King's exhaustive strategy and ruthlessness are vividly displayed again.

Heaviness and despair are like a mountain in the heart, making it impossible to breathe.

Shen Lang, who returned to the table, felt heavy in his heart.

The enemy is unprecedentedly clever, cunning, and powerful, and he and others are controlled and controlled by him like puppets on a string.

What should he do?What kind of means should be used to break the situation?

Under the order of the Happy King, the unexpectedly interrupted banquet resumed singing and dancing, and the wine was added again.

Although everyone was drinking wine and chatting softly, it was a lively scene, but there was a lingering haze in their hearts.

Happy King looked at Shen Lang at the bottom of the steps, took a sip of fine wine, and said to Wang Lianhua beside him: "I don't need you to serve by my side, go down and have a few drinks with Shen Lang."

Wang Lianhua bowed to accept the order and went to sit beside Shen Lang.

He snatched the wine cup from his hand, drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, and said calmly, "Are you blaming me?"

Shen Lang said: "No."

He is such a person, no matter what happens, he will not blame others, but only himself.

But these words failed to make Wang Lianhua's eyebrows relax, he approached Shen Lang, opened and closed his mouth several times, hesitated and couldn't speak.

Shen Lang held his hand and said softly: "What do you want to say, Lianhua?"

Wang Lianhua turned her face to one side and said, "I... sorry."

Shen Lang smiled and said, "Why do you apologize?"

Wang Lianhua said: "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have to..."

Shen Lang reached out and stroked his hair.

"It's me who makes the choice, so what does it have to do with you?"

Wang Lianhua lowered her eyes, pursed her lips tightly, hugged Shen Lang and said, "Shen Lang, I'm scared."

Shen Lang put his arms around his shoulders: "What are you afraid of?"

Wang Lianhua tremblingly said: "I'm afraid you will regret what happened today, regret not being able to uphold righteousness, regret... choosing me."

Shen Lang didn't say anything, but hugged him tightly, trying to calm his doubts and worries with his warm embrace.

Wang Lianhua buried her head in Shen Lang's neck, and stroked her chest with her hands, as if feeling the strong and powerful heartbeat.

However, a long pitch-black needle quietly appeared at his fingertips, piercing Shen Lang's heart soundlessly like the blade of death.