[Zhili] Biography of the Assassin: The Dragon Has No Regrets

There were a few more low-pitched coughs from the inner room.

The twilight outside the window was like blood, the imperial physicians hurried to the inner room, shook their heads and left.

Their king vomits blood more and more frequently. This is really a strange disease. Almost no one in Yaoguang can explain the cause of this disease.

Until three days ago, Xiao Ran invited a witch doctor from Tianji who claimed to be able to see a doctor, and after finding out about Murongli's pulse, his brows were furrowed.

The witch clothes said that the crux of the matter was the Yu Qiongying belt on his waist.

The belt said that Zhi Ming made it himself. When he left Tianquan that day, he suddenly hugged himself excitedly and tied a jade belt around his waist. If it was really Zhi Ming, Murongli would not dare Think about the consequences of all this.

After trying to calm down for a long time, Murongli finally regained a sliver of reason: "If you stick to him, he won't harm me."

In the darkness, Han Dong was in a trance and was about to open the door. When he lowered his head, he found a person sitting on the threshold.

The man lowered his head halfway, and his whole face was hidden in the shadows. He was startled, and when he was about to call for someone, he was dragged by the man and kissed his mouth shut.

There was a strong smell of alcohol entering his nostrils, he panicked for a moment, but was taken advantage of by that person, unable to move.

"let me go……"

"Murongli!" Zhi Ming's voice was full of strong nasality, "Who the hell are you?"

It was only then that Han Dongli realized that there were several wine bottles beside him, each of which had bottomed out, no wonder he was so drunk.

"My name is not Murongli!" Han Dongli gritted his teeth and waved his hand away as if he didn't hear anything. "Today I will treat it as if I was bitten by a dog. Don't take it to heart. I won't tell anyone about it."

"You call me a dog!"

"you are not……"

Han Dongli didn't know how to explain it, as if the focus of the conversation wasn't here, but the more he explained, the more stupid he became, until he finally saw the man's face as dark as a pot, and finally stopped talking.

Zhi Ming stood up suddenly, his fingers tightened in the wide sleeves: "Okay, all this is my fault, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have kissed you, I'm sorry!"

His voice echoed in the empty bedroom.

"If he loves you, he will definitely come back." Han Dongli stood there in a daze, "I'm not anyone's substitute, I'm just myself."

"Then who is Murongli?"

He stagnated for breath, "Perhaps, it was my previous life."

He has been a part-timer for eight years. He has been acting in the crew day and night since he was 16 years old. He thought that he would never have a bright future until he was 24 years old.

He acted as the leading actor in a tanmei costume drama, and after being confessed by the opposite leading actor in his play, he thought that his life began to turn around.

That person has no relationship with him, it's just for hype and eyeballs. Although gay marriage is legal, in the entertainment industry, male actors who come out are always inferior to other male actors with normal sexual orientation.

He was originally a plaything in his closet, and he spent a lot of money on him, but it was just a temporary fascination.

"If that person really loves you, he won't abandon you casually. I haven't met Murongli, but I know that he definitely doesn't love you."

He stood up unsteadily, leaving only a very relaxed back.

He is not Murongli, so he can't give him any form of comfort.

"What would it be like to make a person so concerned about his own life and death?" Turning around with a wry smile, he closed the door.

The night was silent, with cold wind pouring in from the not-closed wooden lattice windows, and by the time Zhi Ming reacted, salty tears had already flowed down and covered his face.

He doesn't believe it, he doesn't believe it.

He is his A Li, and he is his A Li.

New Year's Eve is approaching, and the Tianquan Kingdom is decorated with lanterns and festoons everywhere, with a strong sense of the New Year, covering the entire country in a festive and lively atmosphere.

The ancient Spring Festival is actually no different from the modern one. The red lanterns are reflected on his face, but he is holding a bag of white powder tightly in his hand.

Under the white powder, there was a pale yellow envelope.

His elder brother Bai Zhi suddenly appeared outside his bedroom last night, he ran out without even wearing his shoes, and found him under a blooming, scorching new peach.

Flowering branches, under the tree.

"Xiao Li, long time no see."

"Why do you have to become such a person?"

The man cupped his hands and smiled self-deprecatingly: "The situation is forcing, you are a person from the future, you must know that the world will be divided for a long time, and I will be the king of Yuheng. I want to unify the entire Juntian, so that I can protect me." The people of Yuheng."

Han Dongli's eyes turned red all of a sudden: "No one in this world can force you. As long as you don't do evil things, you will still be the head of the famous four sons, and you will still be my...Brother Baizhi."

He held out his hand and handed him a letter.

The letter was bulging, as if it contained something.

An ominous premonition seized his heart, he tentatively touched the contents of the letter, and saw a bag of white powder.

"It's Gu poison."

Before he could speak, the man had already solved the riddle for him.

"For Zhiming."

"……Yes."

"Why?" Han Dongli looked at him in disbelief. He couldn't believe that the slender man in white clothes in front of him would actually let him kill someone.

"He is the co-lord of the world, so he must die!"

"Then...you're not afraid that Murongli will snatch it from you..."

"Murongli is also poisoned, as long as Zhiming is also poisoned, no one in this world will compete with me for the position of co-lord of Juntian."

Sure enough...it was still for his co-lord throne.

For this throne, how many bloody heads were buried. Originally, when he saw everything in the history books, he felt his heart throbbing. Unexpectedly, after experiencing it personally, he felt a bone-biting chill passing through his heart.

"What about the antidote?"

"There is no cure for this poison."

Those words seemed to grab his Ni Lin, that Murong Li, isn't it...

When Han Dongli entered, Zhi Ming was reviewing the memorial.

He was very serious, circled the wrong place with a red pen, and commented beside it. Although Han Dongli didn't recognize the word, he couldn't help standing there staring at it for a long time.

"A Li, come here."

Han Dongli walked over. He knelt in front of his desk, but the man's fingers grabbed his hand.

"I'll teach you how to write."

Han Dongli's eyes were red, no one in this world has ever treated him so tenderly, never before.

"Li Zhe Li Ye, I will teach you how to write this character."

He broke away from his hand all of a sudden, and the ink pen rolled to the ground, and the bright red ink splashed on his white clothes, which was very eye-catching: "No, I won't write!"

Han Dongli's reaction was a bit too intense, he suddenly took a cup of soup from the attendant and put it in front of him. "Zhiming, drink it."

Zhi Ming didn't speak.

It took a long time before he picked up the bowl of soup, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

"Zhi Ming, you are not afraid..."

"A Li will definitely not lie to me."

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