Chapter 39 Chapter Thirty-eight

In the Tianshou Pavilion. A faint veil hangs down, like an autumn mist, enveloping the heat of midsummer, bringing a touch of coolness. The tea smoke has dissipated, and the tea has cooled completely. The man with red eyebrows and fire eyes sat for an entire hour without taking a sip of tea.The domineering and domineering king in the past has also faded now. Acacia looked at him quietly, she had a strange feeling that Hira Hideyoshi was different from the past. He is more like a human being than a demon. She didn't say anything, the tranquility at this moment is so rare.This war has shattered everything about her.It has been so long since that wedding ceremony, and when I think about it, my heart still hurts so much that it is about to break.

"This war..." Hira Hideyoshi spoke suddenly, breaking the tranquility on the castle tower, and also surprised Acacia.She looked at Hirao Hideyoshi, the tyrant's face revealed a dejected look. "This war is no longer what I want." He slowly picked up the tea bowl.The tea bowl was cold, like a charcoal fire that had been extinguished. "I sent 100,000 troops to surround the city of Pyongyang. In today's battle, the entire army has been wiped out." Acacia was taken aback, although she didn't care about the military, these days Hideyoshi Nippei explained the battle situation to her, and she also generally knew that the 100,000 elite soldiers who besieged Pyongyang were really the main force of the Japanese army in Koryo.Now that the entire army has been wiped out, it can be said that the Japanese army has been severely damaged and is on the verge of collapse.

Could it be that the war is about to end? For some reason, there was no joy in her heart, only deep confusion. However, Ping Xiuji did not notice her strange expression keenly as usual, because the same confusion also appeared in his eyes: "The army sent by Zhuo Wangsun to conquer Li Sunshin in the East China Sea was defeated. The commander of the army is Li Rubai. Zhuo Wangsun gave him excellent equipment, but he didn't give him a battle plan, and he didn't even give him any instructions." The doubts in Acacia's heart deepened.It sounds extremely abnormal. Hirao Hideyoshi's words deepened her doubts: "He sent this team to the East China Sea just to make them fail."

How can anyone fight for the sake of defeat? "That's just for Yi Sun-sin to train soldiers. It's also to urge Yi Sun-sin to become the third person." Hira Hideyoshi showed a complex look of ridicule, disappointment, and loneliness on his face. "The third person is the protagonist of this war, the opponent of Lord Guan Bai of the Kingdom of the Rising Sun." Why has Zhuo Wangsun always advocated peace instead of going to war for a long time?Because, he has never regarded me as an opponent.Pyongyang's offense and defense, and the main battle of Bekjekwan, he was just waiting for the third person to appear in order to control the rhythm of the war.He didn't really fight me until yesterday.And the only time I played against each other, the result was that I was completely defeated.

"I, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, who is so powerful in the world, I don't even have the qualifications to remember his serious battle! "Is it ridiculous?" Hirao Hideyoshi laughed wildly.The arrogance in the red eyebrows and fire pupils exploded in this smile, and the entire castle tower seemed unable to bear his arrogance. But how lonely and sad this laughter is.It was a king's humiliation when he saw his throne being regarded as open by others. But helpless. "Yi Sun-shin has set out from the sea to attack the supply line from the Land of the Rising Sun to Seoul. He used new-style turtle ships and new-style cannons across the sea, and beat our supply ships to the point of no return. The troops I sent to protect the supply line, has also been defeated...

"Once there is no supply, my remaining tens of thousands of troops will be trapped in Korea. That is our end!" "It seems that Zhuo Wangsun's arrangement is good. My opponent is indeed Li Sunchen, not him!" He stared at Acacia. Acacia's water-red clothes are like a ray of light, candlelight.In the night, this light is so warm, it won't be cold like tea in an instant. He suddenly had an illusion that this smear was his home. He smiled and sat up straight: "You must find it very strange why I can become hundreds of billions." Xiangsi was taken aback, not understanding why he suddenly changed the subject.Still, the topic was clearly something she wanted to know about.Only by seeing through the secrets of Onizo Ninjutsu can Hira Hideyoshi be killed.This miserable war can be completely ended.

"It used to be difficult for the sea to be water, but Wushan is not a cloud. Take the time to look back at the flowers, half of the monks and half of the king. "Whoever reads this mourning poem will think that the poet is a lover. Even though his wife is dead, he still misses her very much and ignores all the temptations in the world for her. However, the fact is that the poet continued his poem not long after his wife died, and I often 'take the second flower bush'. When I was young, I was extremely confused, why can a person who is not affectionate be regarded as an extremely affectionate person?"

He paused, staring at Acacia, as if waiting for her to answer. Acacia shook her head blankly.She had read this poem a long time ago, and shed tears for the sincere feelings expressed by the poet.He never thought that the poet would be a fickle person, nor did he think about the problem Hira Hideyoshi mentioned. Ping Hideyoshi said: "Language. "Language itself has no emotions, but it has been used to express emotions for a long time. Gradually, everyone thinks that there are emotions hidden in language. Therefore, no matter whether a poet is affectionate or thin, as long as he masters the skill of language and understands How to express 'affectionate' can make people think that they are affectionate people.

"What the author writes is 'expression of affection'; what the reader sees is 'affection'." There is a difference between expressing affection and expressing affection.Xiangsi nodded, as if realizing something. Hirao Hideyoshi smiled lightly. "Miss Acacia, can you answer a question for me? Why do you think I'm Hira Hideyoshi?" His eyebrows flickered, bursting out with a hint of arrogance. This question is not difficult to answer: "Because you have an aura that is difficult for others to imitate, I... I can't say what it is, but, but only a king can have it!"

Nohideyoshi smiled again: "This is the secret of Onizou Ninjutsu." Xiangsi was stunned, not understanding what he meant. Hirao Hideyoshi also knew that she didn't understand, and continued to explain: "If all my aura is unique and belongs only to me, then when you see another person with this aura, will you think that that person Is it me?" Xiangsi seemed to understand and nodded, this sentence is not profound.Isn't this the incarnation of Onizo Ninjutsu? "If I declare that this man is me, and he claims that he is me, will you be more convinced of this?"

Acacia nodded again. Hirao Hideyoshi said: "However, this person is probably not me, but it just so happens that he also has this kind of aura." Acacia was taken aback, and there was a sly smile in Hira Hideyoshi's eyes. She suddenly understood. Abe Jingming, Qiushan Ruyun, Kazama Yu, the red-browed man, and the sea boy, these people are indeed not Hira Hideyoshi, they are Hira Hideyoshi's shadow warriors.The only thing they have in common with Hira Hideyoshi is that they can also exude this kind of aura.This is the fundamental reason why others think they are the incarnation of Hirai Hideyoshi. However, this aura is not something that anyone can have. Only very specific people can show it through very specific training.It is because of Hira Hideyoshi's efforts in his entire life that he has five shadow warriors. Hira Hideyoshi didn't become anyone, it was just that at the right time, the Kagemushi appeared and showed this momentum. That's his hallmark, his soul. There are too many legends about Hira Hideyoshi, so when he claims that he has mastered Onizo Ninjutsu and turned into hundreds of billions, no one finds it strange.In this ancient country, there are too many magical legends.It's not surprising that Hirai Hideyoshi, as Kanbai, has something strange. Therefore, it has become the highest level of ninja who has become hundreds of billions and is invincible and indestructible. Only the smartest people can see this state and apply it to ninjutsu. No matter how brilliant Yi Ninjutsu is, there are flaws, and no matter how similar Kagemu fighters are, there are differences.However, only this kind of ninjutsu has almost no flaws.Because they are different people. They just have the same soul.The aura of looking down on the world is their soul. Who wouldn't believe it when Hira Hideyoshi declared that his soul could reside in these five bodies? Acacia slowly raised her head, looking at Hirao Hideyoshi, her heart was full of reverence. "My lord, I will prepare a new pot of tea for you." She brushed the tea table with her flowing sleeves and began to order tea.Her movements are gentle and elegant, and the tea she orders is unparalleled in the world.However, her sleeves seemed a little cumbersome. She finally knew the secret of Onizo Ninjutsu. Hirao Hideyoshi did not lie to her.This is indeed the secret hidden by ghosts.There are too many legends about gods and ghosts in this world, but no one has ever seen the real ghosts and gods.If something is too magical, then there must be a unique reason, but most people don't know it. The secret of Guizang is the difference between momentum and fake momentum.Just like being affectionate and expressing affection. Xiangsi felt an inexplicable melancholy in her heart, and could hardly hold back the teacup.She stopped involuntarily, frowning. Can this cup of tea really end the war?After he finds out, how will he treat her? Will he kill her?If she succeeds, where should she go after ending this war? Xiangsi bit her lips tightly, slowly packed the tea set, and finally brought a bowl of hot tea to Hira Hideyoshi. Hira Hideyoshi's face became lonely. He slowly picked up the cup of tea. "I asked myself, is this war right or wrong? "If there is no war, there will be chaos in Japan; if there is war, there will be chaos in Korea and Ming Dynasty. What should I choose? Although I have the spirit of being invincible in the world, I have no answer. "Love Miss, what do you think?" Missing nothing, she seemed a little afraid to look up at Hira Hideyoshi, but shook her head slightly. Hira Hideyoshi stared at the tea bowl and smiled. There was endless melancholy in his smile. "Now, I have the answer. Perhaps, my responsibility is to end this dilemma. I have the momentum to fight for supremacy and unify the Warring States. Therefore, the Kingdom of the Rising Sun has a tyranny that it cannot accommodate. Power must be expanded outwards to be released. In the end, this power became a disaster, bringing endless wars and killings. Perhaps, my destiny is to seal this power, so I want to bring them to Korea and break them with my own hands .” Then, I can rest. "He slowly picked up the tea bowl:" A new era will be ushered in by Ieyasu.He also waited too long. " Drank it down. Acacia showed a complex look on her face, as if she wanted to stop him, but Hirao Hideyoshi moved too fast, and the tea was already drunk before she made a decision. Hira Hideyoshi put down the teacup and let out an admiration. "Good tea, unfortunately, I won't be able to drink it anymore. "Because, Miss Acacia, you're going back to Pyongyang. This place is about to become a battlefield, and I can't keep you anymore." Acacia's heart shook. Her mission was finally accomplished, and she saw who the real Hirai Hideyoshi was. Only a real king will feel sad and lonely because of the resonance among kings.That's not something a person who pretends to be a king can understand.The loneliness of a master can only be understood by those who stand at the top. Just like there are many people fighting against Zhuo Wangsun, but only a real master can understand how unmatched Zhuo Wangsun is, and the rest of them are just pretending to understand. The sentimentality of a person with red eyebrows and fire pupils is the sentimentality of a real king, and Xiangsi will not be wrong about this. However, she always had a feeling that Hira Hideyoshi deliberately let herself see it. He also drank that cup of poisoned tea on purpose. Why did he do this? Is it to seal that terrible power and start a new era? Acacia can't understand. All she knew was that her mission was over and she should return to that city. The city where two people confront each other. The mourning hall is located outside Pyongyang, on the top of Peony Peak. With white flags fluttering, this temporary mourning hall is not big, but it is full of sadness.Almost everyone in Pyongyang came one after another to pay homage to Yang Jisheng's heroic spirit.Their grief was so real that when they knelt down, they seemed to be facing their own spirits. Although the Battle of Pyongyang was over, the coalition forces of Ming and North Korea won a complete victory, and the Japanese army besieging Pyongyang City was wiped out, and the strength of the Japanese army was severely damaged. No one doubted that the time for the Japanese soldiers to retreat was just around the corner, but they were not happy. The colorful mist blasted by Asura's cannon hovered in their hearts like a nightmare, making them almost breathless.They have no doubt that these cannons will one day bombard their opponents. With precarious sorrow, they came to Yang Jisheng's spirit, knelt down and offered condolences. At the same time mourning his precarious fate. Yang Yizhi was dressed in white, but it was no longer as bright as the moon, but the most miserable color in the world.He knelt before the spirit, no matter who came to him, there was no reaction.His heart is completely empty, and he doesn't worry about everything from the outside world. It was himself who killed the old father. If he didn't insist on fighting Zhuo Wangsun, if he could think more about his own country, not for himself, for his own heart, his father would not have died. He came with honor, and he will return with honor, which was what his father expected, but now everything has been reversed.He stood with the enemies of his country against his own general.Not even his father's persuasion could make him turn back. Hell is unforgivable.Rebel. Father, what should I do to make you forgive me? Yang Yizhi lowered his head in pain, unable to help himself. At the same time, the guilt for the princess also made him deeply blame himself.He watched her die in front of him, unexpectedly doing nothing, unable to do anything.Her tragic death almost became his nightmare. Because he knew that what Zhuo Wangsun said was right, it was his words that killed the princess and her heart. He is an unknown person who will bring disaster to those who love him and those he loves. The most damned, it should be him. From dawn to dusk, from light to darkness, he knelt before the spirit, motionless. Until everyone left, only the silently fluttering white flags and candlelight accompanied him. A faint voice sounded. "Old Mr. Yang will feel relieved if he sees the end of this war." Yang Yizhi's body tightened suddenly, it was Zhuo Wangsun's voice. Zhuo Wangsun, Qingyi Luoluo, stood at the door of the mourning hall, looking at the back of Yang Yizhi who was kneeling.He walked into the mourning hall slowly, and bowed in front of Yang Jisheng's spirit tablet. Then, he slowly got up and looked at Yang Yizhi. Yang Yizhi didn't say a word, but his body was trembling.Zhuo Wangsun felt a little sad in his heart.He also knew that this man no longer believed in him.He no longer forgives him, but he is willing to explain, and he still believes that this man must understand his thoughts. "After Xiaoluan died, I regretted and hesitated. I tried my best to protect her. I believed that my power could change the destiny. Under my protection, she will be happy and safe forever. "But I was wrong, Xiaoluan chose to grow up, and chose to live vigorously even though she only had three months of life. "I don't understand." There was a deep pain in his eyes, so deep that it couldn't be touched. He is a king who holds the strongest power in the world and possesses the deepest thoughts. The confusion and difficulties of ordinary people are not worth exposing to him.However, he also has his confusion. His confusion was this frail, white child. His black wings were all born for this child.His strength is all for this child.But she couldn't get back a smile or a call from her. Yang Yizhi bit his lips, the faint smell of saltiness burst out in front of his lips and teeth, and he didn't answer him. Zhuo Wangsun sighed: "But I want to understand. "I must find out, which is the real happiness, the life I chose for her, or the life she chose for herself. Which is right? "If what I choose is right, then even if I want to break the cycle of reincarnation, I will find her and put her in my hands again! But if she is right, I will bless her well and pray for her Although I still enjoy happiness in reincarnation, I will not interfere with her in the slightest." He spoke quietly. "At this time, Wu Qingfeng came to me with the Goryeo War. As he said, he brought the shadow of Xiaoluan, but it was not the girl named Man'er, but Goryeo. It was this devastated, lonely The small country that I helped, made me see the shadow of Xiaoluan. I believe that this is destiny. "Fate heard my call and gave me a chance to answer my doubts. "Xiao Luan's departure made me understand one thing. The real protection of the strong for the weak is not to feed them and shield them from all wind and rain, but to let them find their own salvation. "I have to do an experiment. If Gao Li can save herself, then Xiao Luan must be able to. If Gao Li cannot, then Xiao Luan must not be able to either. So, I agreed to Wu Qingfeng. "But there is one condition, that is, the world should be kept clean. That is the last gift I will give Xiaoluan." he laughed. "This experiment is well done, isn't it? I found a third person. Gao Li can completely control her own destiny, and Xiao Luan will definitely find her own salvation. And I can finally let go." He looked up.The white spirit flag fluttered like the snow-white wedding dress on that woman. The wind, like her smiling face, was blooming towards him.His eyes, through reincarnation, stared into her eyes.He could finally let go, and let this weak child find his own destiny. He no longer regrets, no longer sad, her wings will open from now on, and fly for herself. He sincerely blessed her and let her fly in the direction she wanted. ——This is the reason why he stationed in Pyongyang and stopped sending troops; why after the victory in Byekjewon, he sought peace talks with Japan; why Sunjo must guard Hangju and Yeongsan; How selfish and absurd this reason is! Yang Yizhi stared at the king coldly. A person's confusion, why should it be at the cost of the common people in the world?Why let one hundred thousand lives be buried with one's own selfishness? "Now, the surrender of the Kingdom of the Rising Sun is just around the corner; everything is proceeding as expected, and only the world remains. "But I didn't expect that the princess would not hesitate to ruin my reputation to prevent me from reaping the fruits of this battle. I can only temporarily suspend the plan of the third person to wipe out the Japanese army, and even the Korean and Ming armies, all who witnessed this scene. The reputation of the princess must not be compromised, and the plan of the world must not be abandoned by anyone." He sighed. "That's why I launched the Asura Cannon. You should see that the people in the city have not been attacked by the artillery fire." It's just soldiers outside the city - is this the mercy of the king?Or is it just the demon king's flaunt? Yang Yizhi sneered slightly. Zhuo Wangsun sighed softly: "You can also see that at the very end, when victory was within easy reach, I gave up this plan." At that moment, there was a faint light in his eyes.He didn't say why he gave up, why he messed up that chess game with his own hands just before approaching the central palace. "Nowadays, although the Flying Tiger Army and the Japanese Army are destroyed, nine out of ten of the Koryo ministers remain, and two-thirds of the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty remain, but after the victory they return to their homeland in fine clothes, and there has been no killing since then. I will withdraw from the Goryeo battlefield. Yi Sun-shin's troops have grown enough to defeat the remaining Japanese troops." He looked at Yang Yizhi: "However, victory is within easy reach, but I can't feel the joy. Because I can't win this victory alone." In the moonlight, he smiled and stretched out his hand to Yang Yizhi: "Would you like to come with me to see the world's peace?" He looked at Yang Yizhi, his eyes were like stars in the night sky, sincere and distant. ——Because, without you and me, there is no world. Yang Yizhi just looked at him coldly, at the hand he stretched out to him. The world, is this the world he wants? Yang Yizhi smiled coldly, it was just his world. Perhaps, the king in Tsing Yi didn't realize that Xiaoluan's death didn't really change him.From the beginning to the end, his mind never changed.That is the king's will.He always imposes the "happiness" he created on others, regardless of whether others accept it or not. He wanted such a world, so he thought that everyone wanted such a world. He never thought about it.Maybe others will want another world.A more peaceful, humble and docile world not created by him. There are no more kings.There are no more overlords.There are no more demon kings. All are treated equally. But he is just a player who regards everyone as pawns that can be sacrificed.He never hesitated to lay down millions of corpses in exchange for an unwarranted victory. Only in the desolate loneliness, he will feel lonely, will he stretch out his hand, thinking that he will be rewarded. When he reached out to him, he never thought he would refuse. ——Why does he think so? Yang Yizhi raised his gaze coldly. Once, he envied the king so much, he was willing to be his friend, and tried his best to do it.For this reason, he did not hesitate to betray the righteous path of the Central Plains that followed him, and personally closed the door in his heart that was opened by the lotus. Just to have a drink with him. "Are you happy?" Yang Yizhi raised his head slowly. Zhuo Wangsun was startled, and couldn't help asking: "What did you say?" Yang Mianzhi's dark pupils were like a mirror, reflecting his deep astonishment. "I ask, now that you have won everything, are you happy?" Is this question worth answering?Zhuo Wangsun couldn't help laughing, he held the most powerful force in the world, the Goryeo War was just a game of chess for him, if he wanted to win he would win, Yang Fang would let him go, why was he unhappy? There was no playfulness in Yang Yizhi's eyes. The setting sun on the battlefield suddenly flashed before Zhuo Wangsun's eyes.At that time, he was standing among the corpses all over the ground, awed by all the gods and warded off evil spirits. He seemed to be at the highest place in the world, but he only felt endless desolation. How lonely, how desolate. Is he happy? The whole world is empty, the Goryeo War progressed along the track he drew, with millions of dead bodies and rivers of blood flowing, everything he wanted was within easy reach, even the man in white in his eyes had struggled in pain in front of him, helpless. Is he happy? Zhuo Wangsun couldn't answer! "Is she happy?" Yang Yizhi asked the second question coldly. Zhuo Wangsun was startled again. Both he and he understood that the word "she" referred to whom. Why did you mention this woman all of a sudden?What does she have to do with the world, what does it have to do with this war? He stared at Yang Yizhi in surprise, and suddenly felt the pain in Yang Yizhi's eyes. At that moment, he suddenly understood that in the heart of this white-clothed man, this touch of red is the world. And this water red is the most precious color in Huayin Pavilion, and the most luxurious decoration on his king's crown.The whole world knows this.Under his protection, she will not be harmed.When anyone wants to be unfavorable to her, they must take into account Zhuo Wangsun's reputation of being invincible in the world. Being invincible is his way of protecting her. Beyond the Great Wall, Miaojiang, Snow Mountain, Absolute Territory, she has experienced them all without any damage.He shines like the sun, and she is a shadow of him. Why is she unhappy? Suddenly flashed in his mind the slightly trembling coolness at the head of Sanlian City, and her tears in the wedding hall. Is she happy? Besides shelter, what else had he given her? What Abe Jingming said to him in the sea of ​​flowers flashed through his mind again: ——Many people have something in their hearts that they cannot give up. I wonder if Mr. Zhuo has it?If so, is it this lotus flower? At that time, among thousands of flowers, he chose the lotus.Did he really think that what he couldn't give up in his heart was not Youtan, not Yuanwei, not even Haitang, but her? Although she often leaves him secretly, although he never asks about her departure, although he seldom speaks softly to her. But he walked outside the fortress for her, and directly challenged Altan Khan's one hundred thousand elite soldiers.He also broke through Le Shenglun Palace for her, and proudly opened the bow and arrow left by the gods and demons in the world.At the top of Sanlian City, his heart once hesitated for her, hesitated for her, and felt the pain of being broken for her. At that time, he even doubted that he would release all his power to destroy this world. Thoughts are like overturned tea, unprecedentedly messy and bitter. Zhuo Wangsun snorted coldly to stop himself from thinking about it. Whether she is lucky or not, others are not worthy to ask! Especially Yang Yizhi. What qualifications do you have to ask this sentence? "Am I happy?" Yang Yizhi's words contained a tingling sadness. This man, originally dressed in white, was elegant and dignified, but now, he was sitting in front of the mourning hall, his heart as silent as death.Is he happy? Zhuo Wangsun knew what this man wanted. This man tried his best to save every life, but in this war, thousands of lives were devastated. This man wanted to do a little filial piety for his father, but in this war, he was so angry that he vomited blood and died. This man wanted to let that blush bloom freely, but in this war, he saw her most heartbreaking tears. All this is because of him. Because he, the king, will spend hundreds of thousands of people to bury his sorrow; because he will cause Yang Yizhi to lose everything in this battlefield; Yang Yizhi, is this man in white clothes happy? He and him were friends, they stood side by side in the rivers and lakes, and it was bright for a moment. If he was the brilliant sun, he would be the vast moon.They are like the sun and the moon hanging together, illuminating this muddy world together. Now, he owns the world; but he has nothing. How could he be happy! Are you happy? Is she happy? Am I happy? Zhuo Wangsun couldn't answer a word! Yang Yizhi sneered slightly, and cast his eyes into the distance. "In the deserted city, when I fell in love with her, I didn't know who she was. But at that moment, I believed that I had found the light to protect for the rest of my life." At that moment, he leaned against the city wall, watching the sun shine brightly on her.Wearing a golden battle armor, she hugged the child who was dying of the plague, her lotus-like forehead stuck to the face covered with black spots, and she shed tears quietly.At that moment, he made up his mind that no matter what she wanted, he would do his best to achieve it for her. That was his lifelong commitment. Yang Yizhi smiled lightly: "You will never understand that for me, she is not only a woman I love deeply, but also a part of my belief. In her, I saw a light that I didn't have, and saw myself being rounded by the rivers and lakes." Her kindness is so simple and direct, she doesn't care about success or failure, she doesn't measure the importance. She desperately saves the weak, and never considers whether she is strong or not. "Once upon a time, I was as simple, impulsive, and passionate as her, but gradually became indifferent in the storms of the rivers and lakes. I have more and more power, but I found that I can no longer protect it so simply. "I never thought about owning her. I just want Hao to use my strength to fulfill her wish. No matter what the wish is, let her kindness last forever and her heart be pure forever. No hesitation. "Thinking about it now, in the city in the center of the earth, it was the happiest time for me." His eyes lowered, lost in memory.During that time, the snake venom of Wangqing was on his body, and the white demon tortured his body and soul every day.He became a puppet and endured unimaginable pain, but he thought it was the happiest. Because, that was the first time he met her. At that time, he didn't know that before he met him, there was already a blue shadow in her heart, until the morning breeze on the Sanlian City was slightly cool, and all the memories were blown away. "Three Liancheng is broken, and my happiness is over... because, I know her identity, and you are my friend. I can't have any more unreasonable thoughts. "She is by my side, but I don't know that I love her so much. I must also keep my promise, never mention it again, and never step over the threshold. I am willing to endure such pain because I don't want to betray you, because Deep down in my heart I still consider you a friend." He raised his head slowly: "But, are we?" Zhuo Wangsun looked at him coldly and did not answer. Yang Yizhi lowered his head and smiled wryly: "It doesn't matter..." His face was relieved, as if the answer that had troubled him for many years had become a thing of the past and was no longer important, but for some reason, Zhuo Wangsun's heart seemed to be gently grasped, and there were bursts of pain. Yang Yizhi suddenly raised his head and stared at him coldly: "Just now, I don't want to go on like this anymore!" This man, who is as clear as the moon, once again showed his decisive side, which was his blood for rushing into the alliance.He said every word, as if spitting out blood, spitting out his own heart. "Because you don't deserve her either!" Zhuo Wangsun's gaze sharpened accordingly.He felt that the anger in his chest was also smoldering, and it was urgent to explode: "Absurd! The world is so big, why can't I ask for it? You are just a defeated general and have nothing, so what qualifications do you have to judge me?" Yang Yizhi looked at his anger quietly, and there was a little teasing in his smile: "Yes, you are invincible in the world, and you can take what you can. But you may not know that on another battlefield named after love, you have already Frustrated." He smiled: "You know what? You are more pathetic than me. "When Xiaoluan was by your side, you only thought of her as an exquisite porcelain doll, which you kept carefully, but never thought about what she really wanted. After she died, you gave her the absurdly plain puppet. Funeral. But you have long understood that even if a hundred thousand people are buried, it will not bring back her smile. "When Qiuxuan was by your side, you were self-righteous and refused to bow your head, stabbing her pride time and time again. When she chose to live alone on Nether Island, you sent troops to sea and gave her ten thousand crabapple plants. But before you set off, you Understand, even if you put the whole world on the ship, it won't get her to see you again." "Enough!" Zhuo Wangsun interrupted him angrily. Yang Yizhi completely ignored his anger, and continued: "I don't cherish it when I have it in my hands, and only send priceless gifts after I lose it. Is it useful?" "Shut up!" Zhuo Wangsun was furious. But he just looked at him coldly: "Then, one day, when Xiangsi leaves you too, what are you going to give her?" One word, like the bell of a deserted temple, silently beating the night, bringing an echo that runs through the soul: "What else can you do?" "What do you have left?" "—you, like me, have nothing." Zhuo Wangsun was furious: "Shut up! Shut up!" He suddenly raised his hand, and the sword energy lay between the two of them, drawing a deep crack in the ground. Yang Yizhi just watched him furious, didn't move, didn't speak, didn't dodge, didn't stop him. The white flag and the sacrificial banner were torn into thousands of pieces, falling between the two of them like a soundless snowfall. Zhuo Wangsun took a deep breath, calmed down, stretched out his hand in front of Yang Yizhi again, and said word by word: "I will ask you for the last time. Would you like to share the victory with me?" His tone is still so lofty, as if he still has everything in his hands, and he can get the answer he wants to know at will, and this question is just a gift from him. It is hopeless. Yang Yizhi smiled sadly: "Okay. I can promise you. But I have one condition." Zhuo Wangsun raised eyebrows, and waited coldly for him to continue. "I want her." Zhuo Wangsun said word by word: "You want her?" Yang Yizhi looked into the distance and said indifferently: "Since all living beings are nothing more than your pawns. All entanglements are nothing more than exchanges in the game... Now, you have betrayed all relatives and want to find someone to share the victory with you, so you have to use her." Come change." "It's fair, isn't it?" Zhuo Wangsun stared at him coldly, his face was terribly gloomy.In the narrow mourning hall, there was a dragon's chant, and the blue light was uncontrollable, hitting angrily three feet in front of him. Yang Yizhi's words were so soft, but also so sharp, piercing into the deepest part of his heart, bringing unbearable pain.He couldn't help but think of what King Wuyue and the princess said before they died. You have betrayed all relatives and left you with nothing. Yeah? But he clearly owned the world, yet he came to this narrow mourning hall and found him, expecting him to share the victory with him with unprecedented sincerity.He clearly remembered that when he stretched out his hand to Yang Yizhi, there was a trace of uneasiness deep in his heart. But he turned him down.How dare you say such a thing to him. Zhuo Wangsun's gaze became cold again, and he looked at the man in mourning from top to bottom, inch by inch. Is it because he hasn't lost enough that he has the capital to ridicule himself?Could it be that he hasn't been hurt deeply enough, that he still has the strength to accuse himself of his mistakes here?Is it because I was soft-hearted and couldn't bear to destroy him completely, that I gave him a chance to fight back? Is he too kind, or too stupid? Zhuo Wangsun was so angry that he sneered coldly: "You, have you decided?" Yang Yizhi nodded indifferently without looking at him. Zhuo Wangsun smiled coldly: "Okay, I'll give her to you!" He stared directly at Yang Yizhi with gloomy eyes, and put these words into his soul word by word: "I will give her to you, but remember, you will never really get her, and she will not belong to you. "Because, she only belongs to me! Only belongs to me!"