The wind was strong.
At such a high speed, without the protection of Dao Energy, it was almost like being tortured.
In the biting cold wind, Lin Zhengren felt immense pain on the physical level.
The back of his neck was being choked, as if he was being choked like a dog, in such a humiliating manner. His limbs were stiff and hanging in the air …
He didn't have time to think about his appearance.
Because all of his thoughts had to be used on the most important question — —
How to survive?
During the Yellow River Conference, Tianjiao, who represented the country, was attacked by a blood ghost and retreated before the battle. They got a spot in the main competition, but they didn't even get on the platform.
The Zhuang Kingdom was almost the laughing stock of the world.
In order to get on the Riverview Platform, the Zhuang Kingdom had worked hard for several generations.
In order to wash away this shame, they might need more time.
As a citizen of the Zhuang Kingdom, Lin Zhengren didn't feel the shame, but he forced himself to feel it. Only by knowing the limits of national shame could he deeply understand Du Ruhui's anger. Only by deeply understanding Du Ruhui's anger could he find his own chance of survival.
Therefore, he closed his eyes against the wind and cried. As the pride of a nation, he was usually an existence that could look down on his peers. At this moment, he was extremely embarrassed and humiliated.
Du Ruhui, who was the most generous, didn't give him any respect. Of course, it was because he had completely rejected him.
At this moment, he let himself feel Du Ruhui's emotions. He was so sad that he couldn't stop crying.
He couldn't tell if this huge shame that filled his heart was because he was being held by the back of his neck like a dog or because of the national shame!
He could clearly feel the wrinkles on that hand on the back of his neck, and he could also feel the determination conveyed by that hand.
Du Ruhui already had the intention to kill.
He didn't regret choosing to vomit blood and give up the competition because Jiang Wang, who had defeated everyone, happened to be the world's number one inner palace disciple. Even a True Monarch expert like Yu Qie might be careless if he were to suddenly attack before his sharpness was fully displayed.
Among the eight matches in the main competition, the match between him and Jiang Wang definitely wouldn't be the most popular one. Perfected Cultivator Yu Qie might not pay much attention to it. With Jiang Wang's Divine Soul power that had defeated North Xiang, he could kill him several times in the Divine Soul level in the blink of an eye.
It was too risky.
Even if the one presiding over the Yellow River Meeting was a Dao Favored expert like Yu Qie … it was still too risky.
Didn't Dongguo Bao die as well?
Although Tao Yi didn't die, how much better was he? The puppets had to be rebuilt, and the strange beasts had to be found and nurtured … How much cultivation time would this take? He was practically crippled!
Stepping onto the stage was a gamble with his life, and he wasn't willing to gamble.
In fact, he had thought it through very clearly.
After Zhu Weiwo left, he was the most talented person in the entire Zhuang Country.
He Badao and Duan Li were both destroyed in front of the Dragon Sealing Mountain Pass. The rest of the outer sect cultivators were all very mediocre. For the time being, there was no one else in the Zhuang Country who had the potential to reach the Divine Descent stage.
After Du Ruhui, there was no successor.
Lin Zhengren was undoubtedly the most hopeful.
Tianjiao, which was able to enter the main competition of the Yellow River, naturally had the possibility of becoming a God.
He had a certain importance to Zhuang Guo. This could be seen from Du Ruhui's good attitude towards him.
This was what he was relying on. He believed that destroying Blood Demon and forfeiting the match was a huge sacrifice to save the country's face. Du Xiang should have seen this painstaking effort.
However, judging from the current situation … He seemed to have overestimated his own importance and underestimated the significance of the Yellow River Meeting …
Take the former for example.
Was there any other choice between Zhuang Gaoxian and Du Ruhui?
Who was it?
Was it Fu Baosong, who he had stepped on in public?
Was it Li Jianqiu, who he had easily defeated?
Or was it Du Yehu, the brute in the army who only knew how to play with his life?
From the latter point of view, Emperor Jing's words were something he had never expected.
The problem had suddenly become many times more serious!
Emperor Jing's words meant that the Zhuang Country's share of the Yellow River Meeting had been erased. The humiliation he had brought to the Zhuang Country had to be reevaluated.
Every breath he had spent on the Riverview Platform for the past two days waiting for the results was torturous.
This was because he knew that after the Yellow River Meeting ended, it would be time for Zhuang Ting to settle the score with him.
Zhuang Gaoxian wasn't a reluctant monarch. On the contrary, he was very generous. He was willing to reward his subjects who had performed meritorious deeds. However, there was one thing. Zhuang Ting's reward or 'investment' had to be repaid.
The country sent him to the Riverview Platform. The state minister personally escorted him and guided him personally. He didn't mind creating a rift with the Sheng Country in order to support him in defeating Jiang Limeng …
It was all for the glory of the Riverview Platform and the benefits related to the Yellow River Meeting.
In the end, he only received humiliation and loss.
He even left a bad impression with Emperor Jing. The host of the meeting, Yu Qian, who hailed from Mount Yujing, couldn't help but have a bad impression of him …
This trip to the dining table, he had lost all his hard-earned capital!
Thinking about it, as a bargaining chip, he didn't have much hope of surviving.
Of course, he thought of escaping. However, he knew that it was impossible.
In the past two days, he had already accepted his fate.
He cried bitterly and admitted that he was afraid of death. He admitted that after knowing that his opponent was Jiang Wang, he couldn't control his fear. He was in pain and blamed himself. He expressed that he was willing to accept any punishment. At the same time, he hoped that he could atone for his sins …
Du Ruhui, on the other hand, didn't express his opinion.
This inexplicable attitude made him feel terrified.
Now that the Yellow River Meeting had just ended, Du Ruhui directly carried him back to the Zhuang Country. It was as if he was carrying a meat dog to the slaughterhouse. He wasn't even willing to put on a show in front of others. In other words, Du Ruhui was already putting on a show to show that the Zhuang Country despised a coward like him.
What to do?
He didn't have the ability to influence the benefits of the Yellow River Meeting. After leaving the Yellow River Meeting, the power of the young Tianjiao was still too weak compared to the world situation.
As for his own value …
Although he thought that his value was extremely high, far exceeding that of Fu Baosong and Li Jianqiu.
However, in the eyes of Zhuang Gaoxian and Du Ruhui, a Lin Zhengren who died on the Riverview Platform was more valuable than a Lin Zhengren who survived.
The truth of Maplewood City was something that he had deduced and hinted to Zhu Weiwo. How could he not know what they were thinking?
The two of them would only compare him to the one who died in battle. Therefore, even though he was the number one young person in the Zhuang Country, he was still being held by the back of his neck like a little dog!
What should he do?
Lin Zhengren tried his best to accumulate all the strength in his body. He spoke with difficulty in the biting cold wind, "Zhengren knows that even if I die ten thousand times, I won't be able to atone for my crime. Fortunately, everyone in the Unlimited Field has abandoned the competition. Our Zhuang Country is not conspicuous …"
The wind continued to howl.
Du Ruhui was obviously indifferent to his' reminder '.
The nature of his abandonment was completely different from those people. Of course, he knew.
However, he still had to mention it and struggle for himself.
The road had to be paved bit by bit. Even if there was the slightest possibility, he wouldn't let it go.
After enduring the bone-piercing wind blades for a while, Lin Zhengren spoke again, "I really hate myself for being incompetent and not being able to stop them. Jiang Wang, that rebel and traitor, actually won the title of champion. He hates the country so much. With such talent, such glory, and being in Qiangqi, he has become a great threat to our Zhuang Country! "
Yunjing quickly retreated, but the wind blades were still there.
Lin Zhengren asked with difficulty, "Have you thought about … how to deal with him?"
In the biting cold wind, Du Ruhui's voice finally sounded, "You don't need to worry about this anymore."
Lin Zhengren breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but his face was even more pained. "Yes … I am already a person who deserves to die. It doesn't matter whether I worry or not. It's just that … cough, cough, cough! "
He gulped down a few mouthfuls of wind, coughed violently for a while, and then continued, "If you decide to deal with him, I am a very useful tool. My entire clan died in his hands, and we have a blood feud. I am his stain, and my existence itself is the evidence of his evil deeds. "
Du Ruhui suddenly stopped, still holding Lin Zhengren's neck with one hand, half lifting him up, and looked down at him.
Du Ruhui, who was used to treating people kindly, finally showed some of the majesty of the Prime Minister of the country in this state.
He looked at Lin Zhengren with a deep gaze. "In fact, I am very suspicious now. Your entire Lin Clan … was really killed by Jiang Wang?"
The distrust and disgust in these words were already so obvious, but Lin Zhengren felt relieved.
Only if he really wanted to make use of this matter, would Du Ruhui need to consider the truth.
Therefore, he … found his value to others!
Lin Zhengren tried hard to control his painful expression, making himself more humble and obedient. "Wangjiang City is Wangjiang City of the Zhuang Country. This matter can be as real as you want it to be. I am willing to do anything to cooperate. "
There was no response.
A gust of wind whizzed past, and a thin cloud of mist swirled in the air in a lonely whirlwind.
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