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Only now did Zhao Hua realize that he really underestimated Murong Chong all this time.I thought he was young at that time, and he didn't realize many things.

I couldn't help blaming myself a little bit, a person who can be deeply loved in front of the King of Qin must not rely solely on his superior appearance.

"Zhao has never hidden anything from the young master." Zhao Hua concealed a trace of guilt, and replied calmly.

Murong Chong didn't speak anymore when he heard the words, he sneered and sat down on the chair, his eyes stared at a little blood on the corner of his robe, he seemed to be vacant, but he was still waiting for Zhao Hua's next words.

Sure enough, seeing Murong Chong like this, Zhao Hua couldn't help but asked: "Zhao hasn't seen you practice martial arts for a long time, and you don't know that your martial arts moves have changed so much."

"Isn't it thanks to you, sir?" Murong Chong raised his head and glanced at him, then stopped answering.

Zhao Hua, who couldn't get an answer, could only leave resentfully.

But after Zhao Hua left, Murong Chong still didn't get up, his thoughts drifted away under the vague smell of blood in his nose, and another memory that he tried to forget jumped out.

Clenching his fists to calm himself down, the desperate wails, painful pain, and of course crying all made Murong Chong's mind inexplicably excited.

What Zhao Hua said the first time he watched Murong Chong practicing sword made Murong Chong's impression very deep.

After that time, hostility and ruthlessness were what Murong Chong was after.

The first attempt was just a coincidence.Lu met a bully, and naturally broke his hand bones, saw him rolling and crying on the ground, but his cruel words made the bully silence in great pain.

So I suddenly felt that Ruinjue was really a sharp knife.

The second time, it seemed that the other party's life was ended by a strange coincidence.This was the first time he killed someone, but there was no fluctuation in his heart, and he even regretted that he didn't see his pain.

The third time, bit by bit torture, bit by bit watching a life disappear in front of him, there was something rushing out of his blood, which made Murong Chong feel lost, this kind of lost was not complete, he Still knew who he was, where he was, what he was doing, but everything in front of him was blurred, and it didn't matter who he was.

This kind of lost and uncontrollable, this feeling brought about by killing and cruelty has always been hidden deep in the blood, once he smells blood, he is not him.

When a person's sword is stained with blood, then his swordsmanship is completely changed.Hostility is something that changes from too weak to too heavy, and too heavy will make people lose their minds, Murong Chong knows it, but he never refuses this kind of loss of control.

After feeling that the invisible bugs that were gnawing at his blood vessels calmed down, Murong Chong spread out his palms, the blood stains just now had been washed away, but the sins on his hands could never be washed away.

Murong Chong sneered, it doesn't matter, even if he goes down to the underworld, he won't be alone.

The trembling voice of the soldiers who came to report disturbed Murong Chong's thoughts, he stared at the door and said coldly: "Come in."

The soldier came in, saluted cautiously, did not dare to look up at Murong Chong, stared at the ground in front of him, tremblingly said: "There is a group of soldiers who want to defect..."

"Have you caught it?" Murong Chong asked.

"Catch, catch."

Murong Chong didn't speak any more, stood up and walked straight past the soldier.

The bloody clothes that Murong Chong hadn't changed were really eye-catching in the crowd. Before he got close, the leader of the team had already seen him, and hurried over to salute him, saying: "The subordinates have already detained him."

"How many people in total?"

"16 people."

"Well, take it to my tent." Murong Chong glanced at the row of people kneeling on the ground, and said calmly.

"This... don't we need to lock them up?" He looked at Murong Chong and suggested with some trepidation.

Murong Chong asked back, "Is there anything unclear about what I said?"

"This subordinate understands." The man stood up, commanding him to lead him to Murong Chong's camp.

Murong Chong walked in the front, covered in blood but did not damage his temperament, now no one will doubt his leadership in this army, and those who doubt will end badly...

Hearing the heavy footsteps behind him, the blood that had just been silent began to boil violently again...

Murong Chong was sitting in the middle of the tent, sixteen tightly bound people were pushed down on the ground, no one said anything, it seemed that everyone could feel the danger approaching, so they could only try to keep quiet to lower their anxiety. presence.

"Which of you will take the lead?" Murong Chong asked, with no emotion in his voice.

Still no one said anything.

"No one admits it?" Murong Chong asked again, this time, his voice trembled uncontrollably.

He took out his dagger from the armhole, stood up and walked in front of these people. He usually walked without footsteps, but now it seems to be a deliberately created atmosphere. The footsteps are very light but enough for them to hear, and the frequency of each step is like It was stepping on the hearts of these people, and everyone couldn't help but slow down their breathing.

It wasn't until Murong Chong approached and knelt down in front of one person that others dared to let out a sigh of relief.

Murong Chong stared at that person, with a weird smile on his lips. It was obviously a beautiful face, but that person was as terrifying as seeing a rakshasa from hell, and trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"Give you another chance, tell me, who led the way?"

The man was a little stunned by the fright, he just shook his head stupidly and said tremblingly: "I don't know, I don't know anything..."

"Then, it's hard to handle." Murong Chong said, turning his head helplessly, but inserted the dagger into his shoulder, because the speed was fast enough, no blood splashed out, but after a while, the man's clothes The sleeves have been dyed red.

With his hand still on the dagger, Murong Chong asked, "Can't you remember now?"

"Yes..." As soon as the man said a word, his voice fell silent.

When everyone reacted, he had already fallen to the ground, and the dagger stuck in his arm had been pulled out, and there was a thin bloodstain on his neck.

Murong Chong wiped the blood from the dagger on his clothes nonchalantly, and said with a light smile, "You're too late."

After finishing speaking, he pointed the dagger at the next person and said, "Say, who is it?"

Without even thinking about it, the man turned his head and looked at the other man and shouted: "It's him, it's him, he ordered us!"

"Very good." Murong Chong nodded, stood up, and took a few steps back so that someone could bring the mastermind to the front.

The mastermind was pinned to the ground. Although he was terrified, he could still see unwillingness in his eyes.

Murong Chong looked down at him, held his face up with a dagger, and asked, "Why?"

The man looked at the man who had just become a corpse on the ground and said, "This is the reason."

Murong Chong sneered, and said mockingly: "I can't tell, you're still doing it for righteousness."