Chu Xun was dead!
Li Muyang had killed Chu Xun with his own hands.
In front of his father, the Hui King of West Wind.
In the misty city, the scene was plunged into a deathly silence.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at this scene, watching Li Muyang who had just killed the fourth ranked Demon Generals of the Demon Race, Wu Yan, and the Prince of West Wind, Chu Xun.
Looking at this dragon, this evil dragon.
It was only at this moment that everyone was no longer confused by his handsome human facial features, no longer blinded by his immortal temperament, and had to accept the fact that this devastatingly beautiful man was not a human, and that there was an evil dragon hidden in his body.
Chu Xun's head was blown off, and his headless body looked mutilated and cruel.
The King of the Hui nation's pupils were bloodshot as he stared at the corpse lying on the ground. He said in a hoarse voice, "What a great Lu grandfather and grandson, what a great Lu clan … One wants half of my kingdom, and the other killed my son in front of my eyes. Do you still have me, the Emperor, in your eyes? Have you ever cared about my Chu royal family? "
"Chu Xun deserves to die." Li Muyang said in a low voice, "Even if I'm not a member of the Lu clan, as long as I have the ability to do all this, I won't let him live. If he lives, what about those people who died tragically because he sucked the human marrow out of them? "
"Li Muyang — —" The Hui King's eyes were as sharp as a knife, pointing at Li Muyang and roaring, "You're a dragon, you're a dragon — —"
Then he turned to look at Lu Xingkong, his voice low and deep, with an unforgettable sorrow, "You want half of my country, I'll give it to you. Even if you want my entire country, I'll give it to you — — "
The Hui King bowed down, picked up Chu Xun's body, and turned to walk outside.
His footsteps were unsteady, and he was utterly defeated.
A few consecrated generals followed closely behind him. The Flying Feather Army, which was further away, also dispersed under the orders of the generals, carrying out their duties.
Crash — —
They came like a dark cloud, and left like a gust of wind.
In the blink of an eye, only Li Muyang, Lu Xingkong, Cui Xiaoxin, Chu Ning, and a few others were left in the Western Palace.
Cui Xiaoxin looked at Li Muyang and then at Lu Xingkong. Then, she held Chu Ning's hand and said, "Let's go to the side to rest."
After that, he pulled Chu Ning, who still wanted to say something, and left.
Thus, in the ruins, only the grandfather and granddaughter were left alone.
Li Muyang looked at a ghost-faced cherry tree in the corner of the wall. The tree was quite old, and it was as thick as the ghost-faced cherry tree in front of the courtyard where they lived in Jiangnan City. It was not the flowering season, but the branches and leaves were lush. When the flower tree bloomed like a smiling ghost face, it would definitely have a soul-stirring and enchanting beauty.
Unfortunately, in the depths of the palace, behind the high walls, who would appreciate it?
Li Muyang suddenly felt a little bored. It was a kind of dejection that penetrated deep into his bones.
In this kind of flattery and deceitful struggle, who was he working for?
There were beautiful flowers but he was not in the mood to appreciate them, there were delicacies but he did not have time to taste them, there were parents but he was alone in this world — —
Li Muyang wanted to go home!
He wanted to go back to Jiangnan!
As Li Muyang was thinking of this, he also did so at the same time. He turned around and walked towards the outside of the palace walls.
"Muyang — —" A familiar voice sounded from behind.
Li Muyang's footsteps paused, but he did not turn around. "Is there anything else?"
"I think — — we should talk — —"
"Apologise? Or explain? "The corners of Li Muyang's mouth curved into a smile. It was a smile that really came from the heart. Relaxed, comfortable, and indescribable relief.
Once upon a time, he felt that he was burdened with a blood feud. His grandfather had died tragically, his father was seriously injured, and even the Lu family that he had nothing to do with — — later he learned that his own family had been crushed and eradicated.
The death of his blood relatives, the destruction of his family, how much hatred did he have? What cruel means did he have to use to get revenge to relieve the hatred in his heart?
For a very, very long period of time, the only thing that Li Muyang thought about every day was to kill Song Gudu. Only by killing Song Gudu could he avenge the old man who was becoming more and more important in his mind.
Although he had abandoned her when she was just born, there was a reason for it, and it was understandable.
He believed in him.
Killing his people, destroying his family, a debt of blood must be paid with blood.
With such a thought in mind, Li Muyang desperately worked hard, fought, cleverly laid out and carefully calculated.
Finally, finally — —
Song Gudu had died, and the Song clan was destroyed in front of him. But Li Muyang did not feel the pleasure of revenge, because he discovered that — — it was all a conspiracy.
The person who he thought was dead was still alive, and was hiding behind the scenes and manipulating all this.
Manipulating the political situation of West Wind, as well as the life and death of countless people.
Of course, it also included his own life and death and emotions.
Now, he wanted to talk to him — — about what?
Anger or forgiveness were not in line with Li Muyang's current state of mind.
Li Muyang just wanted to quietly — — go home.
He wanted to pick up his parents and sister, and then return to the little city of Jiangnan, live in the alley he was familiar with, have delicious pastries, a familiar bookstore, and the scenic spot of the Sunset Lake — —
At this moment, he longed for that kind of life.
Even if he was still that ugly charcoal, even if he was still that useless youngster, even if he had to be ridiculed a hundred times a day — —
"I thought you would understand what I've done. Others may not be able to, but you will. "Lu Xingkong said in a low voice." Everything I've done is for the Lu clan. "
Li Muyang abruptly turned around, his eyes like a knife scrutinizing Lu Xingkong. "Do you think I will understand everything you've done? What makes you think I will understand everything you've done? Who gave you the confidence to have such a thought? Why should I understand you? You faked your death to escape, you pushed the Lu clan into danger, you let countless people die because of you, let them die under the butcher's knife — — why should I understand you? "
"For the Lu clan? The people of the Lu clan who fled to Wind City will not believe it, those who died under the butcher's knife will not believe it — — If you really do it for the Lu clan, shouldn't you stand side by side with your family and friends, work hard together, and fight against all the upcoming dangers? You faked your death and disappeared, but let countless people die with you, sacrificed their lives for you — — is this for the Lu clan? "
"The Song clan is powerful, controls the imperial court and the army — — the top and bottom are filled with their people, and I don't know how many people are their people inside and outside. Not to mention our Lu clan, even the royal family of West Wind can't do anything to them. If I don't take this risk, how can I make them relax their vigilance? How can I uproot the Song clan? "
Lu Xingkong's face was calm, but because of Li Muyang's fierce attitude, his tone inevitably contained a hint of anxiety.
"The plan was made a long time ago. At that time, the former Emperor was only the Crown Prince of the Kingdom, and the Chu clan had been suppressed by the Song clan for generations. It was difficult to issue political orders, and difficult to enforce military orders. The former Emperor was deeply disgusted, and wholeheartedly wanted to restore the dignity and status that the Chu clan should have. Moreover, the Song clan not only wants political power and military power, but also the hearts of the scholars of the world. The Song clan has the reputation of 'Imperial Library', and Song Gudu is called the Eye of the Starry Sky — — What the Song clan says is justice. What the Song clan writes is history. The scholars of the world only follow the Song clan's lead. After a long time, the world only knows of the Song clan, not the Chu clan. "
"Although the Song clan did not seize power, it is already the shadow king of the Kingdom. On the one hand, the Song clan is consolidating its position, on the other hand, it is constantly eliminating dissidents. Since the founding of West Wind, the Lu clan has been in charge of the military power of the Kingdom. If the Song clan wants to really rebel and usurp the throne, they must take back the military power from the Lu clan — — "
"So, the Song clan and the Lu clan have been mortal enemies since the founding of the country. Either you die, or I perish. If the Lu clan wants to shake such a behemoth, without making sacrifices, without making a long-term plan — — how can they succeed? "
"So, we've all become victims?"
"At least, you're not — — I've never thought of treating you as a victim. You're my grandson, the flesh and blood of my Lu clan. "
Li Muyang gently shook his head. "When I was being chased by countless strong people, wasn't I a victim at that time? When Song Gudu struck me with eight netherworld nails, wasn't I a victim at that moment? My father — — when your own son blocked the ninth netherworld nail for me, wasn't I a victim at that time? Wasn't he a victim? Those who escorted my mother and brother all the way to Wind City, including my mother and brother — — experienced many dangers along the way, weren't they a victim at that time? "
Li Muyang's eyes were filled with grief, his voice sorrowful. "Is it — — is it that in the eyes of you schemers, there is nothing that can't be sacrificed?"
"Li Muyang — —" Lu Xingkong forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, roaring: "No matter how perfect the plan is, there will always be an oversight — — I didn't expect you to come back at that time, I didn't expect you to have that kind of cultivation base, I didn't even think — —"
"Didn't think I was a dragon?"
"Years of planning, countless people's painstaking efforts and sacrifices — — including the life of the late Emperor, the countless heroes of the Lu clan who died in battle, and the thousands of years of blood and tears of the Chu clan — — could all of this be swept away like nothing had happened? You don't have to care, but as your grandfather, as the head of the Lu clan — — do I not have to consider the crisis that the Lu clan is facing, the life and death of the Lu clan, and — — the future? "
"Why do you think I want this half of the country? Why do you think I want to hold such power? I just don't want the Lu clan to suffer another bloodbath, I don't want my descendants to be abandoned — — If I die, all of this, in the end, will still be entrusted to you. "
"I'm tired." Li Muyang waved his hand, saying in a low voice, "I don't care what you're doing, what you want — — it has nothing to do with me. I just want — — just want to live quietly. I want to go back to Jiangnan. "
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