Heartbreaker

When I first met Chichikov, the old man had one eye like a blunted glass bead, and the other was a grey-blue eye that was piercing and haunting.He was sitting on a boulder by the side of the road, sucking on his precious pipe, and looking around absently.At first I thought he stopped me for a ride in a carriage, but I didn't expect him to say what I cared most as soon as he opened his mouth, as if my past life was spent by him instead, so accurate that it was outrageous.

He asked, "You hate Elliott?"

I replied, "I hate him so much that killing him is not enough to vent my anger."

He asked, "If I tell you that your resistance is nothing more than a fly shaking a tree to him, will you continue?"

I sneered, picked up an ant that was hurrying on its way from the ground, and put it in my palm.The ants struggled and ran in the lines of my palm. I clenched my hands into fists, and the ants were trapped in it.Chichikov narrowed his gray-blue eye, watching the ants come out of my fist.Once it got out of the fist, I pressed it back once, but it never gave up in despair, instead it tried to find a way out, trying to slip away from my palm.

Finally, I flicked the ant to the ground and stomped on it hard.The ants were trampled to death by me, but they still straightened up their humble body and staggered along the road.

I pointed to the ant on the ground and said coldly, "Did you see it? I can crush it with two fingers, but it still wants to escape, just like I want to get revenge. Ants are like this, I Why give up? What's more, Elliot can't kill me with two fingers."

****

I swung the artist's hard skull and smashed a tight iron door to pieces.Centipedes and ouroboros are painted on the iron gates, the symbols of the Twilight Empire, which can be recognized at a glance.Chichikov said, "That's right, according to that person's memory, this is the secret room where treasures are stored."

He thought for a moment, and then said, "Lymon, since we found the secret room, why not blow the horn and let the Winter Ting Army outside come in to assist..."

"Do not."

Hearing my resolute refusal, Chichikov frowned.I knocked on the brass shell of the horn and said, "I don't know what's in this secret room. Listening to Buckhouse's words seems to be the key to confirming me as the crown prince. I don't believe Elliott will swagger such a treasure Put the land here and let me pick it up without moving a bit. If something goes wrong and these stupid cavalry don't believe my identity, it will be difficult—in any case, I will become the new king."

The old man stared at me, his tone as cold as his gray-blue eyes, "You have to think about it, Lemon. If something happens, if I realize that I can't solve it with my strength, then I will never take action Help."

I sneered and said, "I understand, old man. Don't you often watch from the sidelines? Originally, the alliance between you and me was a transaction. I got the eyes for you, and you helped me obtain information. Even if I die, you You can also find other people who can help you realize your wishes, I don't expect you to talk about friendship."

Chichikov sneered, as if he was quite satisfied with my sobriety.To be honest, I considered kicking the old man to death after extracting all his value, and then taking those two powerful eyes for myself.But I understand that any of my thoughts can't hide from the eyes of this thief old man, so I can only think about it.

Anyway, there will be more opportunities in the future.

I sneered, and my depressed heart felt much more comfortable.Chichikov did not follow me into the chamber, so I strode in by myself.The door of the secret room is like a wide open mouth, the inside is dark and bottomless, and the walls are outlined by gray bricks with patterns carved by neat grid lines.The muddy ground under my feet was undulating, like a face covered with abscesses. I struck a match, lit a small homemade simple torch, and walked along the road to a door at the end.

This time the door is not an iron door, but a wooden door, which is old and decayed, and when it is pushed lightly, it will make the groaning sound of an old man in his dying years.Instead of a reptilian totem, the door was engraved with a dazzling line of ancient characters, and the two huge door knockers were like the nostrils of a buffalo.I brought the torch closer, reflecting the handsome and slender writing on it.

"Dear Lemon

I am looking at you.

Always.

See you angry, see you crazy, see you rot, see you fall,

See you have nothing in your mind but to hate me and kill me.

my charming boy,

More than ever I want to kiss your lips twitching with pain.

killer

Eliot de Stewart"

"Go and kiss your ass, you pighead." I kicked the fragile wooden door to pieces, brushed away the flying dust, took the knife on my shoulder, and stepped in.

Then I saw two people, a man and a woman, sitting side by side in the middle of the secret room, their movements of hands and feet were not chaotic, like two living plaster statues.

****

"Lymon?"

Satan, I am so familiar with this voice, it is so familiar that my eyes are blurred.The woman stood up from the seat, her almond-colored braids were disheveled, and there seemed to be a gleam of light on her thin and haggard face.The light pinned me in place, and the hand holding the knife gradually stiffened.The woman approached me step by step. When she saw my face, a choked sob unique to a loving mother escaped from her throat. She rushed forward and hugged me in her arms!

"Lemon, my youngest son!"

She was skinny and skinny, and she held me in her arms like something lost and found, and her jaw hurt me so much that I had a headache.The man immediately stood up in disbelief, approached cautiously and shook his head, "Lymon? Is it really Lymon? God, this kid has red hair, but our Saul family has blond hair. He..."

"No, honey, look at his face, he is our Lemon, the one who didn't suffer from strange diseases... He has grown up, he is not dead, he is alive! He has come to us!"

The woman held my face, her cheeks were wet with tears, and she choked up, "My dear Lemon, my little lemon, my little honey, my little angel... How did you come here? Was it Elliott's instruction? He to get you here—”

"Shut up, you bitch."

The air froze for an instant, and the woman knelt on the ground like a puppet whose clockwork stopped, and the hands holding me gradually became cold and stiff.I sneered and pulled her hair, and spat on her sunken face, "I know you have been with Gesun, and even conceived an illegitimate child. Oh, the dignified and elegant Queen Wanjiang secretly found Xiacheng The doctor had an abortion, does the king know that you are a slut who can open her legs to anyone?"

The woman shook her head in disbelief, and fell to the ground in despair, covering her cheeks and sobbing.I said loudly to the man not far away, "Your Highness, do you know? You are dead, but since you are still alive, shouldn't you know something about it?"

The man stared at me sullenly, his gaze was exactly the same as that of King Wanjiang in my impression, "You are not our son."

I opened my arms, and suddenly felt an inexplicable joy in my heart, "Oh, why not? Look at my face, father, I am your Lemon, and I am not a Lemon who has a strange disease! As for what you said Thor blond-"

In the blink of an eye, I moved in front of him, grabbed his collar and hit the wall!The man growled like a dog, his rough fingers pinched my wrist, I approached his eyes, paused every word, and said through gritted teeth, "Remember... Elliott's army is under the city, and you want to Commanded the soldiers to shoot arrows...then they tied me to a stake and set me high above the army...ah, my dear father, since you are my father, you must remember what you did, must Remember, right... What a pity, in fact, your actions are blameless in the eyes of some patriots, but I was not completely killed, and that would be troublesome—for you!"

His eyeballs protruded from his sockets, blood gushed from his lips, and he stared at me stiffly.The woman let out a scream behind me, my bone knife had already sunk into the man's belly, I stirred it with a smile like stirring a pool of water, and then ripped out his internal organs.

"It's surprising, you still have a heart."

The man slipped limply from the wall, I licked the blood on the blade, and looked back at the woman with a smirk.Her eyes widened in horror, and she staggered back. I raised the knife, approached her step by step, and smiled, "Dear mother, do you know? Sometimes it's easier to die than to live. Look at Ai Rong. It's a good thing for him to do all the evil and die quickly. Good people will temporarily forget the sins of a bad guy because of his tragic death and choose to forgive and forgive. But the villain will not, he will only pinch your soft spot , chose to torture and humiliate you all the time, making your life worse than death...Mom, do you understand?"

At this time, I suddenly drew the flame from the torch to myself, burning my clothes and hair.The woman yelled in fear and backed away, I threw down the knife and rushed towards her full of love and affection, holding her tightly to my chest!The flames spread from me to her, and her screams filled my ears, piercing my skull like a nail.

I held her in my arms and shouted through the raging fire, "Mommy, don't hide, don't be afraid, feel the love of your little son for real. Thank you for giving me life, and then use your horny|lustful thighs to throw it away , thank you for making me feel the most real pain, making me fearless of the fire of hell and the shackles of torture. I will soon become a king, even if it is only in a small vulture city, but at least it is the first step. Tell Me, are you proud of me now?"

Her body was gradually cracked in the flames, crackling and crackling, until it was reduced to ashes.Naked|naked, with arms outstretched, I let the ashes fall from me, rummaging through a pile of charred dust, and found a hot blue crystal.

I grinned and said, "Mom, go to sleep. I know you are already dead. You should be happy when you die. Elliott will never be able to use your soul again."

With a click, I crushed the teardrop-like crystal and completely destroyed the container that stored her soul.I stared at the empty roof, and could not feel a trace of the existence of the dead.It's a pity, maybe I can get something about Elliot from that woman.I walked towards the "man" whose stomach I stabbed, he had turned into a broken puppet, and the "guts" I pulled out shrank and melted, revealing a small piece of golden crystal.

"Father." I picked up the golden crystal, threw it into the air, and smashed it to pieces with a knife the moment it hit the ground, "Although I should hypocritically cry out a few tears of mourning before your dead soul, I must be honest. To tell you the truth—I want your throne. Ah, for the people and victory, just as you killed me so heroically—I will kill you for the people and victory. You are finally dead, and I can finally wear it with justification. Put on your crown."

****

—Do you think blood can stop me, Elliott?

——I am a heartless devil.My soul is rotten to the bone.Even if it's a relative, I won't be aroused by my conscience when I see their faces, and I won't be hard to do when I see their faces.As long as there are obstacles to my becoming king, I will kick them away like a mangy dog.

——Including you, you wait for me too.What are you looking forward to, what are you looking for, you stupid scum.

I held the shards of those two crystals in my palm, stared at them seriously, and let the small hard particles disperse by themselves with a breath.My bare|bare soles stepped on the cold floor tiles, and the chill wrapped around my ankles like a swimming snake.I walked to the most central step and saw a large black wooden coffin.I lifted the lid, and a beam of bright sunlight pierced my pupils.

It is the crown of kings, worn on the head of a skeleton.There used to be a saying in the royal family that the gold that made this crown was touched by the fingertips of the God of Power. It was a blessing that a certain ruler of the first Saul family went to the temple to pray for. Only those who have the blood of the Saul family One can easily wear it on top of the head.As long as the rest covet the crown, the crown will become heavy and crush their skulls.

That's why Elliot didn't wear it on top of his head, but hid it here.I guess the legend might be true.

"Bless me, the god who specializes in protecting corpses!"

I mocked loudly, naked|naked|naked, and put on a golden crown for myself in the most disrespectful way recorded in the book of etiquette.In an instant, the narrow secret room was filled with golden light, and there seemed to be a layer of colorful halo in the sky, which became wider and bigger, like a ring of holy light covering the head of an angel.I shook my head slowly, trying to dispel the damn light.The crown fits snugly on top of my head, as if it was meant to be worn by me.

"Honey, I only allow you to step on my head recklessly in this life." I flicked the crown affectionately, and threw the skeleton aside.I don't care if it's my father's or my mother's.I kicked over the whole coffin and found a round hole in the bottom.The hilt of the holy sword belonging to the Silver Scale Knight was exposed, and it was bound by slender iron chains on all sides.I picked up the skulls of the artist Moreni, and smashed all the chains one by one like a walnut.

At the same time as the last iron chain was broken, the skull was also shattered into dust, like a song ending.I twisted a handful of powder, watched the crystal clear sand fall from my fingers, and said softly, "Rest in peace, great artist. From now on, let me avenge your hatred."

I clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, pulled it out hard, and pulled out the holy sword that had been covered in dust for a long time!For a moment, the silver-white light on the blade flashed like lightning, piercing and full of breathtaking power.I stared at the sharp edge of the sword that could pierce the sky, and grinned, "Tell me, dear Holy Sword, do you like blind people..."

"His Royal Highness Prince!"

An old hoarse cry came from the entrance of the secret room.I turned and saw Marshal Backhouse's ecstatic expression.It may be that the treasure has produced too much temptation, I didn't even hear the sound when he approached the secret room.At this moment, the Marshal looked forward to looking like a child, unable to move away from my crown for a long time, his sharp face relaxed, and he knelt down slowly, as if he was about to cry in the next second, "Thank God... You are really a prince who survived from the dragon's lair...Thank God for not snuffing out the last candle, leaving you with a glimmer of hope to bring back the royal family of Thor!"

If he had just witnessed how I killed the "king" and "queen" cleanly, I am afraid he would not have said such a thing.I laughed out loud, turned around with malicious intent, "I'm so glad that this glorious scene was witnessed by you, respected marshal—"

Before I finished speaking, a thunderous scream sounded in my ear, like a steel dart piercing my eardrum from left to right!The air seemed to be shaken by the sharp sound to create cascading sound waves. I turned my head and saw the silver holy sword in my hand humming endlessly. Teeth, quickly biting towards my neck.