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The logs were placed neatly, and the soldier from last night was tied up in the center, with someone holding a torch next to him, announcing his guilt.

But he still looked straight at Lin Yao who was sitting on the viewing platform, and shouted loudly: "My lord priest, even if I go to hell, I will still look at you and look up to you... You should not be a priest , you should belong to a man...to be hugged and loved...haha, haha...I will always look at you..."

His mouth was full of filth, Lin Yao turned his head sideways, and Ke Di raised his hand: "Go and plug his mouth."

His mouth was stuffed with cloth strips, and when the torch was lit, he couldn't even scream, only the crackling sound of being burned by the fire and the smell of scorching came from the dry wood, telling everyone watching, The fate of the blasphemy priest is really no joke.

At the end of that fire, there was only a pile of ashes left, which were scattered by the wind, as if there was no trace, but the flame seemed to remain in everyone's heart.

Lin Yao saw the end. Behind the mask, no one could see his expression clearly, only the white figure like a cloud left quietly.

The dirt was spit out from the mouth, Lin Yao held onto the tree trunk in a place where no one was around, and almost wanted to vomit out his stomach. In the end, he could only vomit the gastric juice of pantothenic acid.

Although he knew that that person was to blame, and under this system, blasphemy is blasphemy, and blasphemy should be punished, but having the ability to take human life at will does not mean that one has no respect for life.

What a pity, Lin Yao thought in his heart.

His shoulder was patted from behind, he collected his emotions, turned around, when he saw someone coming, he subconsciously took a step back and said: "Your Highness, you should not come to me alone.

The sweetness of tossing and turning yesterday was suddenly awakened by the fire today. Even if the person in front of him is the prince of Onassis and has the honor of fighting, it does not mean that he can disobey certain rules.

Although it was not because of him that he killed a person, but he really should not get so close to His Highness whom he admired.

"Are you afraid?" Ke Di looked at the dodge in his eyes, stepped forward and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

"Your Highness, I'm not afraid." Lin Yao seemed to think for a while, then raised his eyes and said, "It's just that His Highness is too close to me, which will attract criticism. I don't want you to lose your reputation because of me."

His eyes are full of sincerity, and the grievance and reluctance are all hidden under the brimming water.

Ke Di's chest rose and fell, and he almost couldn't look directly at that gaze. After a while, he smiled and said, "If this is what you wish, I can make it happen for you."

There was astonishment in the eyes of the young priest, and then he turned and left without hesitation.

The cloud-like white robe fluttered with the wind, making the person standing there look a bit thin. He lowered his head, as if water droplets were falling on the ground, and then turned and left as well.

If you like him, you shouldn't drag him into a dangerous situation and make people endure the scolding of others.

The rain was pattering, and the originally flowing robes were stuck to the body, stained with muddy water.

He was in a mess, but when he returned to his residence, although the soldiers standing guard looked at him with respect and love as always, when they came to ask him, they subconsciously stood a little far away: "My lord priest, are you okay?"

"It's okay," Lin Yao pushed open the door and walked in. Although he was in a mess, he seemed to be independent from the world.

A pool of warm water to wash away all the chill.

Put on a dry robe, but the water dripped from the long hair and dripped all over the floor. The owner of the long hair didn't care about it, but just sat beside him with his head down, completely different from the excitement of last night. people.

[Host, if you don't wipe your hair clean, you will catch a cold. ]

Lin Yao didn't move, but he was talking to the system in his mind [1325, do you think he wants to say no, or he really doesn't want me? ]

[He didn't hesitate, it might be true, host, don't be sad, we can start all over again, come on!I cheer you up! ]

[Well, I found a book for you from the second-hand book market. You can read it carefully when you have nothing to do. ]

[What book? ]

[How to improve your emotional intelligence. ]

system[……]

The system was very angry, and the system decided not to talk to the host for three hours.

In fact, as long as you don't care about hair, it will be done in two or three hours. Lin Yao guessed that the time would be about the same, lay down on the bed, and began to fall asleep.

Since people want to refuse and welcome, of course he has to make enough gestures, and it depends on who is more advanced.

Ke Di's attitude towards Lin Yao became obviously indifferent, and even the soldiers were more than respectful and not close enough.

It's just that these emotions, compared with death on the battlefield, can be put aside.

City after city, Ke Di's team seemed to be invincible, and the battle cry became louder and louder.

Until they encountered the city-state of Venus, they suffered an unprecedented defeat.

This land is vast and full of kingdoms, with the rise of Onassis and the stand of Venus.

Those small kingdoms could not resist the invasion of Onassis, but Venus had already been fortified. On the towering city walls, countless arrows were shot down, countless logs fell, and even hot oil was poured down. .

Even armor made of steel can't stop the endless means.

Standing on the carriage, Lin Yao looked at the bloody wind in front of him from a distance. The blood almost stained the ground red. Even if the killing was as steady as Ke Di, he could only use his knife to push away countless arrows and announce his retreat .

It's just that most of the time, it was too late, he rolled off the horse, tried hard to save him, but he could only be forced to watch those soldiers die one by one.

Flowing arrows are like rain, no matter how fast he swung his knife, many arrows passed by, leaving traces on the luxurious armor, even one arrow directly brushed his cheek, and the blood flowed smoothly. With cheeks meandering.

Just when Wang Qi was shot by an arrow and fell to the ground, an arrow pierced his chest, and he knelt on the ground with the blade on his back. Really will explain there.

Fleeing in defeat, the originally powerful team was like a bereaved dog, leaving everything behind, just trying to save their lives under the sticks of others.

They fled for a long time before settling down in the city they returned to. Pots of blood came out of the room, and the doctors they brought surrounded them, but they all shook their heads when facing the arrow that passed through their chests. .

"What should I do?"

"If you pull out the arrow, you may lose too much blood, and there is no way to stop the bleeding."

"The eldest prince's physique has always been very strong, and he may be able to draw an arrow."

"Are you going to take responsibility for something?"

"The previous injury has not fully recovered. If it happens, there will be no cure for it."

The doctors were all hesitant when they looked at the fatal wound. If they were not careful, they might kill the eldest prince, and they would be the kingdom's sinners.

The place where the arrow passed through was gurgling with blood, the face of the person lying on the bed was pale, his lips had lost all luster, and the usually gorgeous clothes were covered with mud and grass, but in front of life, no one would think of helping him Change into clean clothes.

If he is left alone like this, he will really die. In this troubled world, he will be buried somewhere, and finally turned into a pile of loess, and Lin Yao's mission can also be completed.

But just like the sword wound on the waist and abdomen before, the hatred in his chest will not be calmed down when he dies like this. When his soul dies, he will also remember the father who was crucified on the throne. The queen mother who fed him and wanted him to live, and the countless people who were just living and working in peace and contentment, but were found out and slaughtered one by one in the end.

Their cries will resound on his way to death.

Lin Yao touched his chest, calmed down the feeling, and said softly, "I'll draw the arrow."

"My lord priest!" The doctors all cast their eyes on him, with surprise and worry, but they all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"If there is an accident..." A doctor didn't finish his words.

Lin Yao glanced at him indifferently, and said in a cold voice: "If you don't pull out the arrow, can your highness live? Only by pulling out the arrow can there be a chance of survival."

He walked to the bedside and sat down beside the bed, with determination in his eyes: "Your Highness is the god of war of Onassis, the gods will bless him and will not let him leave us easily. If you don't save His Highness this time , then I will apologize to the gods with my death and accompany His Highness."

The doctors were a little shocked by his words, but they all affirmed them.

The tools were prepared, the dagger in the photo was roasted on the flame, and then wiped dry after being dipped in wine. Lin Yao held it in his hand and cut it off at the body of the arrow. The arrow had already been cut off when he was lying down. The slender Holding the position of the arrow tail with his hand, he pulled it out suddenly while everyone held his breath, blood splashed on his body and stained his face, and the bloody arrow was thrown into the basin, stained red A basin of water.

The hemostatic herbs were crushed and packed there, but the blood kept flowing out, showing a tendency to burst the embankment.

When the man lying on the bed just pulled out the arrow, his body instinctively let out a muffled grunt, as if he had lost all reactions.

Fine sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto his collar. Lin Yao's whole body was tense, and countless herbs to stop the bleeding were laid out on the wound. Just when everyone was desperate, the blood at the wound seemed to stop Surge outward.

Lin Yao didn't have time to wipe off the sweat on his face, his voice was almost trembling: "Hurry up and bring a cloth to bandage the wound."

The white cloth was wrapped around and around, and when the final knot was tied, all the doctors were relieved.

It's just that Lin Yao's body did not show the slightest joy. A doctor looked at the face of the person lying on the bed, and tried his breath again.

His breathing was weak, and his face was pale due to excessive blood loss. Although he saved his life for a while, if he fell asleep like this, he might enter heaven in his sleep.