Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
After dealing with the father and son of the Zhao Family, Ouyang Zixin turned to look into the Duel Arena. As she turned, she seemed to see a figure standing at the street corner, as if petrified, with a stiff expression on their face. The look of sorrow made Ouyang Zixin unable to help but sigh again, "Zhao Feiyu, don't blame me."
If there is someone to blame, it should be those with ill intentions.
In the arena, Nangong Tuo was already exhausted. Ning Zhiyuan looked at the half-kneeling Nangong Tuo, his bloodied robe fluttering in the wind. It seemed that this battle was nearing its end.
Ning Zhiyuan felt a gaze directed at her, and she shivered; she had arrived...
Ouyang Zixin's eyes were filled with pity as she watched Ning Zhiyuan and Nangong Tuo, feeling an indescribable emotion in her heart.
This face was the one that poisoned her "daughter." Now seeing the two fighting to this extent, she didn't know whether to laugh or not.
She slowly shook her head, unsure if it was a signal for Ning Zhiyuan not to kill him or something else.
At this point, things had developed beyond her ability to call a halt. Even if she wanted to, she feared that Ning Zhiyuan would not listen to her. She knew that Ning Zhiyuan must be acting according to Yun Tianmo's wishes.
Sure enough, Yun Tianmo also noticed that the battle here was nearing its conclusion. With a swift movement, he made way for Nangong Yao.
"Hmph!" Nangong Yao snorted heavily and charged toward the Duel Arena. As for that spatial seal, since it couldn't stop Yun Tianmo, it naturally wouldn't be able to stop him either.
"Tuoer!"
Lifting Nangong Tuo up, Nangong Yao felt a pang of heartache. This injury had reached the root; even if he survived, he would likely only be an ordinary person for the rest of his life.
Nangong Tuo had no strength left to respond and leaned against Nangong Yao. Yet even in this state, his gaze towards Ouyang Zixin was still filled with love and reluctance. It seemed that if he were to breathe his last at this moment, his only concern would still be that woman standing gracefully who could never belong to him.
Yun Tianmo floated down from mid-air and stood beside Ouyang Zixin.
Hate!
I have to admit, when they stand together, they are truly a match made in heaven.
Nangong Tuo spat out another mouthful of blood, startling Nan Gong Yao, who quickly increased the flow of Mysterious Energy into him. He could not bear to watch his son die in his arms.
"Oh dear, why must it come to this?"
On the high platform, Feng Chengzhi stood up and strolled over leisurely. "I thought my Dream Nation would inevitably be crushed under your oppression and never recover, but unexpectedly..."
At this moment, only he could speak such grandiose words.
Yet no one paid him any mind. Feng Chengzhi clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. Hmph, at this point, they still looked down on him.
What would become of an Exiled Nation that was about to have no heirs? It was self-evident. In contrast, Dream Nation was different; although Crown Prince Feng Chengxuan was dead, there was still me, Feng Chengzhi. As long as I return to Dream Nation, haha, the division of Yuhai Continent will be a whole new scene.
"Ouyang Zixin! I have treated your Ouyang Family well, yet you conspire with outsiders to treat my son this way!" Nan Gong Yao coldly accused while channeling Mysterious Energy into Nangong Tuo. He wondered why Ouyang Hao had not appeared today; it turned out they had planned everything in advance.
In fact, Nan Gong Yao had misunderstood Ouyang Hao; he was merely injured and Bai Su wouldn't let him go out.
"Sovereign, you are mistaken." Yun Tianmo is her husband; how could she be said to conspire with outsiders?
Moreover, before she came here today, she had no knowledge of Yun Tianmo's plans; everything was just going with the flow.
"There is no need to explain to him." Yun Tianmo interrupted their conversation, stepping forward to stand in front of Ouyang Zixin. "The mistakes you have made must be repaid!"
"Mistakes? Hahaha! What about everything that happened a Thousand Years Ago? My son is so innocent! You dare say repayment? What a joke!" Nan Gong Yao stubbornly refused to take on this responsibility. If Yun Tianmo had come for him today, he would have handed over the Exiled Nation without hesitation, but Yun Tianmo had instead come for his son.
"Innocent? What about my Cloud Tribe princess from a Thousand Years Ago? The Legitimate Daughter of the Bai Clan? Was she not innocent?" That baby still in the Cradle had her entire life ruined. "Wasn't my Cloud Tribe matriarch wronged?"
Every word from Yun Tianmo struck Nan Gong Yao's heart like a heavy punch, as well as that of the barely conscious Nangong Tuo.
"What, what does A Thousand Years Ago mean? What Cloud Tribe princess? Legitimate Daughter of the Bai Clan?" Nangong Tuo suddenly propped himself up, disregarding the way he clutched at Nan Gong Yao's collar. "What does he mean?"
Nan Gong Yao's face showed sorrow as he closed his eyes. "Nangong Family, we... Tuoer, don't think about these things right now, you..."
"Tell me!" Nangong Tuo shouted, though his voice remained weak.
Seeing that Nan Gong Yao was silent, Nangong Tuo turned to look at Ning Zhiyuan in the arena, this person who looked exactly like him, whose eyes held no confusion or misunderstanding. "You, you know too?"
Is it just me who doesn't know?
Did the Nangong Family from A Thousand Years Ago wrong her?
So she chose Yun Tianmo instead of him?
Suddenly, Nangong Tuo let out a bitter laugh, releasing his grip on Nan Gong Yao's hands, feeling even more despondent than before. "So everything was destined before we even met?"
A sigh reached Yun Tianmo's ears, but he did not turn around.
"So today, you want to take my life and my son's?" Nan Gong Yao's eyes held some reluctance; offering his life was not impossible, but Tuoer...
"The blood of history must be repaid with blood!" Yun Tianmo said calmly, yet there was not a hint of hatred in his words. Perhaps he concealed it too well; aside from Ouyang Zixin standing behind him sensing his chilling aura, even Nan Gong Yao could not perceive his true emotions.
"You all are still far from enough."
"Sovereign, please decide..."
In the distance, a soldier dressed as a guard captain rushed over, shouting: "The prisoner in the Royal Palace Dungeon has been killed... Third Prince!"
Nan Gong Yao at that moment had no time to deal with any prisoners and angrily shouted, "Such a trivial matter, making such a fuss, what kind of behavior is this!"
But where was Li Feng?
Suddenly, Nan Gong Yao trembled in disbelief as he looked at Yun Tianmo, "You, what a deep scheme!"
It turned out that the person who had fought alongside him through thick and thin for many years was not truly his.
However, Yun Tianmo shook his head in denial. There were some things he didn't mind revealing, but there were some people he would not casually use.
"Not you?" Nan Gong Yao stared at him, "Could it be…"
"Hehehe... of course not the Ink King." Li Feng's voice suddenly came from around the corner. He emerged with a soldier behind him, holding down a hooded person.
"You old dog!"
"Oh dear, at this point, you still don't think you're my Sovereign, do you?" Li Feng covered his mouth and chuckled lightly. After so many years, he finally waited for this moment.
The moment that could save his own life!
(To be continued.)
Comment 0 Comment Count