sheep hunt

"Because of you, I ruined my whole life. Your existence made my life a mess. When I first saw your attack, I was thinking, why don't you just die in pain, save yourself I am burdened by living..."

Han Ziling's words were like a sharp sword, piercing fiercely into Huang Yifan's body, stirring together with Huang Yifan's flesh and blood.

Huang Yifan's complexion was extremely pale, his body was trembling uncontrollably, he didn't know if it was because he was too frightened or he was not feeling well.

But Han Ziling pretended to turn a blind eye.

He had to make himself cruel, for his own good, even better for Huang Yifan's.

"Why...hate...me..."

Huang Yifan's eyes were red, his eyes were ashen, he no longer pursued the truth of Han Ziling's words, but wanted to know what he had done to make people who he always thought were good to him for nothing hate him so much.

"My blood...it wasn't like this originally, you know, Huang Yifan, before I came to Heaven, I always respected my master, because he adopted me and taught me many things in this world...

At that time, he made me soak in medicinal baths every day, and I thought it was because he loved me and wanted to make my body stronger.But I didn't expect...

After arriving at Tianchao, I realized that I am the medicine boy that my master personally cultivated for you... Why did you ask me to assist Tianchao, hehe, it’s just that you let me be your medicine. "

As Han Ziling spoke, his eyes blurred.

Even he himself couldn't tell whether the resentment in his words was true or false.

Because of the medicated bath his master gave him, the skin and skin on the surface of his body age very slowly...almost no aging, but the price is that the various cells and organs under the skin of his body age faster than normal people Of course, the speed of death will be faster than ordinary people...

Beneath his youthful-looking skin, his bodily functions are as aging as those of a 50-year-old.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Huang Yifan about this, if he knew, Huang Yifan would blame himself very much...

These are probably also the reasons why his master passed on his internal strength to him before he died --- because of guilt.

Han Ziling knew this from the mouth of the first emperor. When he first found out, he was shocked and could not accept it.

He always thought that the master who treated him as his own son was actually a schemer who plotted against him and used him from the moment he took him in.

At that time, he really wanted to walk away and let everything his master had done on him come to naught.

However, the first emperor took him to see Huang Yifan who was ill.

Then, he saw the elegant and calm boy in the past, like a wounded little animal, unable to roll over in his own pain.

With just one glance, his heart softened, he acquiesced to Master's arrangement, agreed to the late emperor's request, held Huang Yifan's hand, helped him out of the pain, and fed him his own blood...

There was resentment at the beginning, but...it was a long, long time ago, and now he is only lucky, only lucky that his blood can suppress Huang Yifan's illness.

"It turns out...is it like this..."

Huang Yifan's eyes were dead silent, with no expression on his face, his noble head was lowered.

"I understand…"

Huang Yifan's body and voice were trembling slightly.

Han Ziling looked at him with uncontrollable sadness and pain in his eyes, but Huang Yifan lowered his head and didn't see it.

"I know what you mean...Mr. Ziling, let's go...Leave the palace, leave the Celestial Dynasty. I, let you go free. From now on, you don't have to be my 'medicine' anymore."

Han Ziling was startled, his body froze, and he took a deep breath seeing Huang Yifan's heartbroken look: "Then, Your Majesty, this humble servant will retire."

After finishing speaking, he backed out without waiting for Huang Yifan's reaction.

Huang Yifan who was left behind suddenly raised his eyes, and what he saw was the decisive figure of Han Ziling.

Han Ziling never called him emperor, nor did he call himself a humble minister in front of him.

Has he lost him completely? ? ?

His teacher, Teacher Ziling...

Huang Yifan's body trembled violently, his chest was depressed, as if something blocked his throat, he coughed continuously.

Coughing so badly that he couldn't even stabilize his body, he had to reach out to support the desk, a familiar pain spread from his limbs.

This is the pain when he was sick, this kind of pain, because of Han Ziling, he has not tasted it for seven whole years.

However, Han Ziling hates being his 'medicine', so he can no longer drink Han Ziling's blood...

He would rather be in pain than Han Ziling, hate him...

"emperor."

The black man in black suddenly appeared like a ghost:

"The subordinates have already done what you explained today."

As he spoke, he handed over a thick stack of materials.

That was investigated by Huang Yifan's dignitaries, Han Ziling's whereabouts and what he has done over the years.

But, does he still need to watch it now? ? ?

Huang Yifan clenched his palms into fists, pulled out the handkerchief in his cuff, put it to his lips and coughed: "Put down the things, and get some people to protect Taifu Han."

After the man took the order, he retreated immediately, and only Huang Yifan was left in the huge imperial study room.

His body was trembling unbearably, and the hand holding the table gradually became weak. He slipped down and fell to the ground. The pain in his body was unbearable.

He can do without Han Ziling's blood!

The strange yet familiar pain tormented him for a long time, and when the pain finally faded away, the dragon robe on his body was already drenched with sweat, his whole body was as pale as paper, and he fell to the ground defenseless.

The hand that was covering his lips slipped down feebly, and the white veil was stained with bright red blood.