I want to be friends with the hero

Chapter 166 Assassination
Yang Mo's back was facing Shen Yun, so she couldn't see the expression on his face. At this time, the sky was dark and even if the two of them stood face to face, it would probably be dark and partially cover up the real expression.

"Are you going to take revenge?" Shen Yun looked around no one, so he raised his voice, "Avenge the king for those dead soldiers."

The old man's steps became heavier again, his feet seemed to be dragging heavy iron chains, and every step he took was a burden.

His eyes slowly narrowed into a slit, and the street lights shone on his straight body like a steel plate, but Shen Yun couldn't help being awed by just a back view.

"Are you going to kill him?" He said quietly, "After killing him, the whole country will fall into chaos."

The tone is very light, the voice is very indifferent, it doesn't seem to be muttering to himself, but it seems to be deliberately speaking to Shen Yun.

And this is exactly what Shen Yun wanted to say.

She pulled on the railing and said in a clear voice: "You love this country, you have fought bloody battles for her, and you don't want to see her in turmoil. Will you regret the decision you made today?"

Facing her torture, the old man's pace did not stop, and he walked forward step by step. The air was very quiet, and he could only hear his heavy steps becoming more and more firm.

Without any words, Shen Yun already knew his answer.

Now that he knew the consequences, but still decided to do this, the story that happened in the past must be difficult for him to let go.

In this way, it is good to make a conclusion.

She didn't stop her, just said: "Treasure."

His back became slanted and elongated under the light, and the black clump seemed to be filled with loneliness, but it also seemed to be followed by thousands of horses and horses. Such two contradictory feelings appeared at the same time, which made Shen Yun feel a little absurd.

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There are solemn and solemn palaces, but paths paved with cobblestones can be seen everywhere. Although the decoration has changed a bit, it generally coincides with the roads he has walked countless times in his memory.

So his face was full of emotions, old people and old things kept reappearing in his mind.

Those years passed by in a flash, and he used to be young and frivolous striding or swaggering, but now his body is old and only looks tired.

Hearing the sound of procrastinating footsteps, he could no longer find any traces of his style from back then, but the arrangement of guards in the palace was still according to his idea.

So he came to the entrance of Funing Hall unimpeded. An old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks shrank at the door with a long stream of saliva. Yang Mo passed him and entered the inner hall easily.

Quietly, only the sound of his own heartbeat and an even and long breathing sound could be heard. As a comrade in arms who once fought side by side, Yang Mo was very familiar with his breathing sound.

Stretching out his hand to lay down the enchantment, he turned around and walked towards the bed. Before he could speak, the man on the bed suddenly turned over and sat up. Seeing him covered his head and covering his face, he said disdainfully: "Bold rat! If you don't let go, you will be arrested!"

His fierce eyes fixed on Yang Mo's body, and black energy waved out of his palm. The palm that cost five successes reached Yang Mo's body but was smashed to pieces.

"How could it be..." He is an S-level alien, the most king, of course he knows that this is not the pinnacle of aliens, there are SS-level and SSS-level above S-level, the difference between one level is like cloud and mud.

The weird person in front of him is at least SS rank.

Realizing this, the king felt his back go cold. He tried to stabilize his mind, guessed the purpose of the person in front of him, looked around calmly, looking for a way out.

"Why is this expression, shouldn't you be happy to see an old friend?"

Yang Mo's cool voice reached the king's ears, and the tone was familiar, but the king couldn't figure out who it was.

He focused on the silhouette under his black cloak, square face, thick lips, and a strong nose, but these features were so ordinary that he still couldn't make sense of them.

The thick callus rubbed the cloak, lowered the head and flipped the hat, revealing a silver hair and a pair of eagle eyes.

The sharp eyes provoked the fragile nerves of the king like sharp knives. After seeing his true face, he trembled all over, and a feeling of dying spread from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help taking a few steps back, and fell to the side of the bed.

His eyes were always looking at Yang Mo vigilantly, and he didn't move away. The face was full of bitterness of the years. He was a few years younger than him, but he looked very old. Even so, he could vaguely distinguish the familiar shadow.

"Yang Mo, you... aren't you dead?"

With his trembling voice, Yang Mo was pulled back to that bloody day.

20 years ago, in the battle of Guling, the few defeated the many, and the entire Zerg army was wiped out, and all the sharp divisions he was proud of were also lost there.

At that time, facing the corpses on the ground, he only had one thought in his mind: Yang Mo was dead, and the entire army was wiped out in this battle.

"Dead." He closed his eyes and stretched out the two words, grinning ferociously, "Crawled back from hell again, to see my old friend."

The weird laughter made the king's uneasiness continue to increase, but his only hope was sleeping at the door, and the sound of long breathing accompanied his despair.

He can only rely on himself, thinking about the way out of danger with a storm in his head.

When he selected Yu Chengqi's masters, he selected top figures from all walks of life, and Yang Mo was one of them.

In terms of strength alone, the only person in the entire interstellar world who can defeat him is Yu Chengqi.

But if he strikes with all his strength, even if the barrier Yang Mo set up can't be completely disintegrated, it should be shattered, and the guards outside will swarm to him, but the tens of seconds in between are enough for Yang Mo to kill him once. .

So he had to find a way to delay the time until the person at the door woke up.

"I met Qi'er before I came here, what did he say?" He sat upright, raised his head and asked.

Yang Mo knew what he was up to, he had plenty of time, so it was fine to spend time with him.

"That army was created by the queen herself. I followed me to fight in the north and south. I knew it was a road of no return the day I set off. But I thought you just wanted the life of the general, and those passionate people didn't want anything. But I was wrong, you have always been a ruthless person, cutting grass and roots is your code of conduct." His eyes stared at the king like a cannibal.

The king carefully recalled the events of the year: "I got a list, indeed the names of several generals. If I want to catch them all, that battle is an excellent opportunity. Believe it or not, I don't want soldiers The life of the young general." But your life must be there.

The king didn't say the last sentence, but Yang Mo already understood it.

Having to say these words made the depression in his heart dissipate a bit. Although the person in front of him is not a thing, it has not yet reached the point of rot and maggots.

In fact, this is not exactly gratifying news.

"But they are all dead." Yang Mo looked down at him, with killing intent rolling in his eyes.

"Boom", there was a knock on the door, neither light nor heavy. Yang Mo turned around and looked at the source of the sound, and his emaciated shadow was reflected on the palace door.

He stood at the door with his head down, his hands on his sides, and he didn't intend to knock on the door at all, nor did he seem to push the door to come in.

Seeing this, Yang Mo sneered and said, "I've spent most of my life cautiously and vigilantly, but in the end I don't even dare to sleep peacefully."

"I've done too many bad things." He mocked.

(End of this chapter)