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

"Young master is so smart, I will give you this hanging lantern. I hope you and your loved one will have a happy union for a hundred years, and you will be happy forever." The peddler took down the hanging lantern and handed it to Han Dongli with a smile. .

"This lantern is decorated with pear blossoms." Han Dongli took the lantern and started playing with it.

Lifelike, the goose-yellow pear blossoms on the simple and elegant beige lampshade are outlined and sewed with silk thread, the base is hung with red tassels, and bright yellow flames are dancing in the lamp base, reflecting all the edges and corners of Han Dongli. On the softened face, a blurred crimson dream was added.

The surroundings as black as spots of paint matched the smile in his eyes, without any disguise or modification.

"It's just....I don't have anyone I love." She twitched her brows a little, and slowly raised her head, the corners of her phoenix-tailed eyes slowly raised, and her eyes were as dark as if sprinkled with a thin layer of gray.

A person suddenly appeared in his mind, that is the current Holy One, Zhi Ming.

If it wasn't for that guy's selfish desire to dominate the world in his heart, there wouldn't be so many people displaced in the world, and he was also an accomplice who indirectly caused his time travel. There is no chance to travel to Juntian Continent more than 2000 years ago.

However, what he didn't expect the most was that this current sage Zhiming was a man who had been entangled with him for two lifetimes.

Of course, this is all for later.

After Han Dongli said this, he narrowed his eyes and shook his head with a serious and solemn expression that he had never seen before.

"Then I wish you son, you will find your lover sooner." The old man's smiling eyes were narrowed, and the corners of his mouth were curved.

Han Dongli rolled his eyes, knowing that the old man had no other intentions in what he said, but he nodded slightly, speaking politely and humbly: "Thank you very much, old man, then I will borrow my words from old man."

Watching the man in the grotesque costume go away, Zhiming raised his eyebrows and his face was slightly cold, Xiaopang's eyes were falling on other things, and he didn't realize that his majesty was staring deeply not far away, walking quickly with a lantern A man walking on the long street.

"That lantern was guessed by others just like that. If Ah Li can see this lantern in his lifetime, he will definitely love it." Zhi Ming paused, and laughed at himself, "Just like that person."

Fatty was stunned for a moment, but he didn't turn his attention for a long time, "Your Majesty is talking about that person..."

"He, kind of looks like..."

Yaoguang is located in the central and western part of the Juntian Continent, and has not had much contact with the countries in the Central Plains that have appeared in the Juntian Continent in the past, except for the old country Tianxuan Hesu who is adjacent to Yaoguang, who has contacts with the old owner of Yaoguang Outside the Kingdom of Heaven.

Tianquan wiped out the other three kingdoms, but only kept Yaoguang as a dependent county. Everyone said that the Holy One wanted to bury the truth of the past, but their king had already been submerged under layers of loess, and the Holy One did this. The matter is already devoid of conscience, and the survivors of Yaoguang will never buy it.

In the Warring States Period, there are many buildings. At that time, Tianquan's [-] cavalry were detained from here, forced into the country, turned their backs and drifted away, and blood flowed into rivers three miles away. Now it has only been three years of construction. Guangguo has become Yaoguang County, and it is still as prosperous as before.

Han Dongli's pupils were shining brightly reflecting the stars in the sky, and he walked slowly from the railing in the North Alley to the Magpie Bridge with a lantern decorated with pear blossoms.

Just now the old man told himself that the Lantern Festival here in Yaoguang County is their Qixi Festival, if the young master has never been accompanied by a lover, why not go there for a walk, find a confidant, and stay together forever.

His former confidant has already run counter to him, abandoning him for his own career and fame, and finally caused him to travel to this ghost place.

Thinking of this, Han Dongli closed his eyes and sighed softly. The corners of his eyes were covered with frost, and his forward steps suddenly stopped. "Amin, you and I are already strangers, besides, besides you, I don't need another lover."

Han Dongli sighed softly, turned around and relaxed.

"A Li, it's A Li, he's back." Zhi Ming suddenly cheered up, just now he vaguely heard someone calling him A Ming, "A Li must be on the other side of the bridge."

Before Xiaopang could react, he suddenly saw his master rushing forward like crazy, opening his hands and trying to push away the reverse flow of people, like a hard bow being forcibly drawn, regardless of the countless cold eyes around him, he could He clearly felt that Ah Li was right in front, waiting for him.

"Master, Lord Murong, he..." Xiaopang was in a hurry, and before he had time to think, he followed Zhiming. He had been eating a little fat recently, and he rarely exercised in the Tianquan Palace. , so I was out of breath when I started running, and my forehead was sweating.

"Ah Li, where's A Li?" Finally reached the other side of the bridge, Zhi Ming looked around anxiously, but still couldn't find the shadow of the person he was thinking of.

He didn't know how far he ran. He felt as if he had run tens of miles. The bridge was not long, but Zhi Ming shuttled through it, like a lost child who always naively thought that there was something ahead. A ray of light was shining on him, and that ray of light might actually be just a fleeting thought of his.

The harsh interfering sound was mixed with the sound of people laughing and fighting, which affected his judgment.

His fingers clenched tightly into fists in the wide sleeves, Zhi Ming's tears rolled down silently.

"Master, master, Lord Murong, Lord Murong..." Xiaopang panted heavily, his fetal hair-like bangs on both sides were soaked in sweat, drooping on both sides of his forehead, looking a little slumped, but he still didn't Forget to cover your master with a brocade shawl.

Zhi Ming seemed to see a glimmer of hope again, "Where is Lord Murong?!"

Seeing that Pang didn't answer, Zhi Ming stood still on the spot for only a moment, then suddenly shook off Pang's hand that was holding him tightly, as if he wanted to lift his foot and turn around the crowd to continue looking for the whereabouts of that person.

"Master, Lord Murong is already dead, little fat begs you, don't miss him anymore!" Little fat hesitated for a moment, then suddenly knelt on the ground, and after saying this, suddenly lowered his head and began to tremble all over his body. trembling.

The person in front of him is a man who is full of frost in his bones. Today's emperor Zhiming, the wrath of the emperor, laying down millions of corpses, bleeding and drifting, are all common things. At this moment, the king who is not angry but arrogant His eyes were filled with frost, as if he had returned to the day three years ago when Lord Murong had just died for his country. Thinking of the expression on His Majesty's face at that time, he still has lingering fears in his heart.

At that moment, he seemed to feel that his best friend whom he had known for 20 years had changed. Although the two were in a master-servant relationship, when Lord Murong was alive, his iceberg face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years would always smile at him, During the two years after the death of Lord Murong, there was no expression on his face.

Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, and fear, even at least the personality state that a flesh and blood body should have, this king has never shown it on his face since the death of that person.

Until the third year, they all seemed to be different people. Sometimes their faces were frosted and serious, and sometimes they looked like playful children, as if they had returned to the past.

One day, he pushed back the others, walked from Zhanghua Terrace to the small pavilion of Xiangxiong Terrace, and looked at the garden full of Yuqiong flowers in full bloom, the warm smile in his eyes did not even have any pretense.It wasn't until the sun was setting that he suddenly turned around and told himself that he was going to Yaoguang. He said that he had a vague feeling that A Li was back, A Li was back.

Immediately, his face darkened, his veined hands were clenched tightly in the wide sleeves, and the white nails were embedded in the flesh and bones.

After waking up from a dream, the king, who was facing him positively, changed from his previous eloquence, and the whole person became quiet.

"Master Murong, he is already dead..."

My Ah Li, he is already dead.

The author has something to say:

The original plan of the second and third chapters was to write about Tang Ming killing Xiao Lili himself (because Xiao Lili knew some of his secrets, he had to do this for his bright future, which involves a little bit of human nature)

You can imagine that the muzzle of gunpowder smoke and the dusty old factory building in the air are all very interesting.

But in the end, after thinking about it, I gave up. Zhili was already abusive, so I can't make Xiao Ming too scumbag.Otherwise, it will appear that I am too dark, and at the same time, I will be shot to death by TAT

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