Supreme pardon

Pushing away the front field who was supporting him, Zhan Pei staggered and took two steps forward.

Scanning the piles of corpses with red eyes, he tried to find one in white clothes, but there was none.

Among the hundreds of corpses lying on the ground, really, there was not a single one in white clothes.

Slowly, slowly, with almost demented eyes, he looked at the hundred-numbered man who was standing silently opposite him without breath or sound.

These people all had one hand hanging down, holding a short silver dagger.

During the brutal fight just now, not a single bit of blood was even splashed on many people's bodies.

White clothes and trousers, with cold eyes, just staring at him.

"How is it possible..." Although he already knew that the members of the war department under Wen Renjue were all very strong, and their individual strength far surpassed that of ordinary people.

But in Zhan Pei's conjecture, it is definitely not so strong, as if... It has left the category of human beings.

What's more, these hundred people stood, they had just won a game, and they were not injured, but there was no joy or pride in their eyes, they were dark, and some were just staring coldly.

There was no emotional fluctuation at all, just standing still made people feel terrified.

Zhan Pei maintained his figure, preventing his feet from going backwards.

In mid-air, the last hovering flying ostrich finally landed.

Wen Renjue jumped off the bird's back, stepping on the blood that hadn't dried up on the ground with both feet.

He didn't care at all, walked gracefully, and approached the man who was still standing in a daze.

"Zhanpei." Not lightly nor seriously, he called out.

The demented gaze slowly gathered, Zhan Pei came back to his senses, and stared at the man five steps in front of him.

"King." The hundred or so white-clothed men standing like sculptures suddenly knelt down on one knee and lowered their heads deeply.

Shi Shiran waved his hands, and Wen Renjue responded casually: "Get up."

His attention is still on Zhan Pei.

The old god was there, and he took a good look at the man. The man who has been king in the thirteenth district for many years, the majesty in his eyes has not disappeared because of successive mistakes and defeats.

Maeno's expression had returned to calm during this period of time, and he walked steadily to Zhan Pei's side.

"Wen Ren Jue!" Zhan Pei gritted his teeth and spit out the name word by word.

The man in front of him was wearing a silver uniform and a silver mask on his face. There was no need to ask, and he didn't need to look at the reactions of those men in white. The co-owner of the five districts.

That unknown, mysterious man.

"We've been allied for a long time, and this is the first time we've met." Wen Renjue said friendlyly with a smile as if he didn't understand the environment around him.

"It's you! You're plotting against me!" Although it's not sure whether Jiang Baifeng's situation has anything to do with Wen Ren Jue, judging from today's assassination, the other party clearly knows everything about him.

Wen Renjue smiled and did not answer this question. Instead, he turned his attention to the middle-aged man who was one step behind Zhan Pei, nodded and said, "Mr. Qian."

Putting his right hand over his chest, Maeno half bent over, and responded politely: "Hello, respected king."

"It's better to meet after hearing for a long time." Wen Renjue smiled, paying respect to his calmness and demeanor.

"Can you let my king go?" Without further words, Maeno raised his head and looked straight at Wenren Jue's eyes.

Looking at him very calmly, Wen Renjue said slowly: "No, he must die here today."

His face froze, Qianye's eyes were gray, he turned his head to look at Zhanpei, then kneeled on the ground suddenly, lay down on his body, and said hoarsely, "King, I'm sorry."

No matter what happened in the middle, at this point, as the first counselor, he bears an inescapable responsibility.

Continuing to stare straight at Wenren Jue, Zhan Pei didn't react to Qianye's words, let alone look down at him, and asked in a dark voice, "How will you deal with Zhan He?"

"You brothers will be reunited soon." Wen Renjue replied gently, without any concealment.

Zhan Pei raised the corner of his mouth, sneered, and said to himself expressionlessly, "Alright."

Pulling out the pistol from his waist, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at Wenren Jue. He stood there very calmly when he saw the person, and did not respond to his actions. Unwilling, he asked, "Can I kill myself?"

Wen Ren Jue took a step back, stretched out his right hand, nodded halfway, and made a gesture of invitation.

Looking up, Zhan Pei looked up at the sky, aimed the gun at his temple, and let out a sigh of relief.

It's not that he wants to give up, it's that the actions of the men in white that he saw with his own eyes just now have no chance of winning at all.

Moreover, Wen Ren Jue was standing close to him, and he couldn't sense any crystal nucleus energy from the other party.

However, he didn't believe that Wenren Jue hadn't devoured the crystal nucleus, and he didn't have any worries about his action of drawing a gun. What does this mean?

Those people in white, don't look at the fact that they don't move at all, but Zhanpei believes that if he really makes a move, they will be in front of him in an instant.

Not at one level at all.

The unprecedented oppression and despair made his eyes full of unwillingness, with some self-mockery.

"Oh!"

The gunshot rang out, blood spattered out, Wen Renjue's feet didn't move, but the man swayed half a meter away for no reason.

He didn't shake back until the body fell to the ground.

In Maeno's downcast eyes was Zhan Pei's face that fell down.

Above his head, Wen Renjue's indifferent voice sounded.

"Want to live?"

Raising his head and supporting himself with his arms, Maeno got up from the ground, did not answer Wen Ren Jue's question, and after a while of silence, suddenly closed his eyes.

With a hoarse voice, he said dryly: "I have a question, I want to ask you."

"You said."

Wen Ren Jue was very patient.

With his eyes closed tightly, Maeno's chin was half lifted, his Adam's apple rolled, and he hesitated again and again before speaking.

In the end, he still made up his mind and said with difficulty: "Where is Pan Zhiyi?"

Wen Renjue was startled, the corner of his mouth raised, and he said softly, "In the city of the Thirteen Kings."

"It's him?" The drooping right hand trembled unconsciously, and Maeno carefully hid it behind him.

Wen Renjue nodded, remembering that people couldn't see, and said again: "En."

His eyelids fluttered, Maeno's half-raised head slowly lowered, he uttered two hehes that seemed to be crying and laughing, and then asked to himself: "Why?"

In terms of power and status, Pan Zhiyi has it all, Zhan Pei is very important to him, and he is even more important to his cultivation.

If he cares about the title of the so-called number one counselor, then sooner or later this position will be his as he gets older.

Wen Renjue didn't make a sound, folded his arms across his chest, and tilted his head to see Qianye standing where he was, shaking his head vigorously.

This appearance is even sadder than finding himself in a desperate situation before.

"No wonder, no wonder." As if he had forgotten that there was Wen Ren Jue in front of him, Qian Ye talked to himself for a while, then took two steps back by himself, his eyes drooping, and he stayed on Zhan Pei's body for a while , and silently turned his head to look at the corpses all over the place, with hot tears rolling down his cheeks.

Wen Renjue watched silently.

The hundred guards behind him were like knives stuck in the ground, lifeless.

After staggering a few steps, Maeno finally stopped.

Wen Renjue looked left and right, carefully avoiding those corpses, followed two steps forward, his eyes also fell on those corpses, and asked gently: "You have already guessed?"

Otherwise, why would you directly ask about Pan Zhiyi's whereabouts?

"From the moment I saw you..." The sad expression disappeared, and there was no emotion in Qianye's eyes, and he looked back at Wenren Jue indifferently, "The rings are intertwined. I am not familiar with this method."

Some self-deprecating tone, he just, never thought about it...

"I know that we will intercept in Fengcheng, and I know that we will come to Zhang Shou. In fact, since the assassination of Jiang Baifeng failed, we should be vigilant. However, I treat all these incidents as separate incidents and do not connect them together. This is my mistake."

As if completely let go, although Qianye's eyes were dull, there was a smile on his face.

His gaze still didn't fall on Wen Renjue's face. He turned his back to the person, looked at the sun that had fully risen, and said out the speculation in his mind: "The news of Jiang Baifeng's assassination was told by Pan Zhiyi." ?”

Wen Renjue said softly, "Yes."

"What is his relationship with Jiang Baifeng?"

Wen Renjue smiled slightly: "He is Jiang Bai's chess piece buried in your royal district."

Pan Zhiyi didn't respond, he just paused for a long time, "When did he follow you?"

"You asked him to come to my royal area to delay me." He was very patient, and everyone knew everything.

"Thank you, I see."

After all, he was a top strategist, and the few questions he asked were on the key points.

"The last two questions." Qian Ye turned around and looked directly at Wen Ren Jue: "Would you trust such a person?"

"Why not?" Wen Renjue narrowed his eyes.

"You just asked me if I wanted to live, but are you really going to let me live?"

Wen Renjue was silent.

"Your bad taste is really strange." The smile gradually became real, Qianye walked to Zhan Pei's side, lowered his waist and picked up the pistol that the man used to commit suicide just now, and squeezed it tightly in the palm of his hand.

He raised his head and smiled calmly, "If you want to keep Pan Zhiyi, you won't let me live."

"Sorry, I can't satisfy your bad taste." Raising his arms, Maeno closed his eyes.

"Oh!"

There were two more blue corpses in front of them, and there was a wind, and the yellow sand rolled on the ground, obscuring the sky and the earth.

Wen Renjue turned around freely, and gave an order to the guards in front of him who were silently waiting for him.

"Let's go to the Thirteen Kings City."