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

The ship was going down the river, and Zhi Ming stood at the bow, watching the carriage go further and further away.

The most tragic farewells in life are often no farewells.

All the words are stuck in the throat at this moment, the body in Zhi Ming's arms is slowly rising and falling due to the steady breathing, he has already fallen asleep.

Who is he.

——Who is he?

"The lord of the Ming Dynasty."

Zhi Ming turned around, at this time, a young gentleman came pacing calmly, Zhi Ming raised his eyes, a bad premonition lingered in his heart.

He looked him up and down, narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't seem to have seen you before."

Bai Zhi snorted coldly: "Everyone in the world knows that you are a generation of virtuous kings because you are persistent and hard-working. In my opinion, you are still the old king who ate and waited to die."

Bai Zhi turned around, the edges and corners of his side face were as hard as marble, even the mist on a spring night couldn't soften one bit: "However, when you attacked Yao Guang and Yu Heng, you were really brave and good at fighting."

Zhi Ming was stunned, but Bai Zhi suddenly called out loudly: "Xiao Li!"

Zhi Ming lowered his head, only felt a slight pain in his throat, a thin sharp blade pressed against his neck, lowered his head, with the help of the faint moonlight as thin as icing sugar, he saw clearly what it was.

It is Ah Li's Yan Zhi Sword.

"A Li..."

The sword-holding hand of the person in his arms hesitated: "Zhi Ming, I'm sorry, I lied to you all this time."

Murongli got up while clutching the back of his neck that was sore.

"Ali."

Hearing someone calling him, Murong Li raised his head in panic, but met a face he was very familiar with.

The pain from the back of the neck was still piercing, Murongli didn't care about it, raised his head slightly, and kept a certain distance from Yuxiao: "Where are my subordinates?"

"I've already sent your subordinates back to Yaoguang." Seemingly aware that he was deliberately avoiding himself, Yu Xiao directly took out a medicine bag from his waist and poured a pill into his palm: "This medicine can cure you." Poison in the body."

The corner of Murong Li's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't pick it up.

"In the past, when Ah Li was staying here, Ah Li thought His Highness was an upright person, a wise ruler who would sympathize with the suffering of the people."

A seemingly inadvertent sentence made Yu Xiao's pupils shrink slightly, his hands trembled, and the red pill in his hand almost slipped.

Why didn't he understand that since he made up his mind to take that step, the distance between him and Ah Li has long been like a moat.

The light in Yu Xiao's eyes gradually dimmed, and he could only reason: "If you don't take the medicine, within ten days, you will die!"

"Don't you feel pain?"

Murong Li did not feel any pain.

The corners of his lips were already bleeding, but he didn't feel any pain.

Because the pain in his heart has already far exceeded the pain of ecstasy. □□It can make people's soul tingle and thin, but the pain in the heart can break the liver and intestines every inch, and wear out the pain.

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, Yu Xiao hurriedly supported him, and was about to force it into his mouth, but was blocked by Murongli's hand.

"Your Highness, if my guess is correct, this is the last antidote, isn't it?"

Yu Xiao paused, "A Li, listen to my explanation."

"Your Highness doesn't need to explain. A Li regards His Highness as a confidant, so naturally he won't blame His Highness."

Yu Xiao's heart is empty, can he and A Li only be confidantes after all?But his feelings for A Li have been clear for so many years, even Han Dongli who looks exactly like A Li, he has not been moved.

"Then, Ah Li, Zhiming is in your heart, is he also a bosom friend?" This was what Yu Xiao wanted to ask since that day when he returned from Tianxuan, but he never had a chance to say it.

These are the words that have been buried in his heart for a long time.

The first time I saw that reckless king was in the main hall of the residence. At that time, he felt that Zhiming was too reckless, at best he was a dude, and he would only show off his bravery at any time, but he did not expect that he would become a man in the end. The Juntian co-lord who unified Zhongyuan.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zhi Ming's feelings for Ah Li are not close friends, but at that time, Ah Li did not respond to Zhi Ming.

At that time, he thought he had a chance, but he didn't think that after so many years, Ah Li's feelings for Zhi Ming, even he was gradually unable to understand.

Zhi Ming's feelings for Ah Li are strong and passionate, while he is silently guarding and placing them carefully... Although there are many things that Ah Li does not need to say in person, he has already noticed, but he still wants to listen to Ah Li himself. Li said that, so he could really give up.

"I'm talking to Zhi Ming..." Murong Li suddenly stopped, grabbed Yu Xiao's arm, and said anxiously: "Your Highness, I'm going to see him, and I'm going now!"

In the early morning of the next day, Zhi Ming suddenly opened his eyes, but was awakened by a cold object on his forehead.

Han Dongli's hand holding the white handkerchief froze in mid-air, and was held by Zhi Ming the next moment. It seemed that he was startled by Zhi Ming's move, and he froze for a moment, not daring to move.

Han Dongli's breath was disordered, and being stared at by Zhi Ming like this, his thoughts became even more messy and wobbly.

Zhi Ming tightly clasped his wrist, gradually increasing the strength in his hand, watching the pained expression appear on his face.Han Dongli only felt that if he kept pushing like this, his arm would be broken.

"This arm can be used to play flute, and it can also be used to kill people. Ah Li, if I break this arm, will you just hate me like this for the rest of your life?" Zhi Ming moved closer to Han Dongli's ear, his voice Deep and deep, the subtle sound of bone rubbing resounded in the ears of the two of them.

A huge sense of fear spread from Han Dong's centrifuge, it seemed that this was the first time he had seen such a stubbornness, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.

"...I'm sorry." Apart from that, he had no way to say anything more.

Breathing completely stagnated the moment the words landed, Zhi Ming let go of his wrist, and pulled his face with his palms forcefully: "Let me tear off your hypocritical mask."

Zhi Ming saw that the outline of his face was completely imprinted in the pupil full of fear, and suddenly withdrew his hand as quickly as touching a hot potato.

Zhi Ming stared at the person in front of him in astonishment, with an unnatural expression on his face.

"This is the only thing I didn't lie to you. I've always looked like this since I was born. I remember a lot of memories about Murongli..." Han Dongli squirmed his lips, trembling unconsciously, "I know you Hate me, and I never expected your forgiveness."

"In the past, I never believed that I had really time-traveled, nor did I believe that I would actually time-travel to the dynasty of my previous life."

"What did you just... say?" The voice was trembling, as if it wasn't his own voice.

Han Dongli put a key inlaid with silver all over his body into his hand, the smile on his face became extremely sad for a moment, the smile on his face seemed to permeate the mist in the valley, as if the next moment To fall into the abyss: "Please live a good life, with everyone's hope, live."

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