Chapter 167 Knife
The water pavilions and pavilions are silent.
Xu Yuan was about to help the other party up, but suddenly found that the body of the "Confucian scholar" in front of him was trembling inaudibly.
After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan narrowed his eyes, looked at Yuan Hao who was bowing, and gave up the idea of helping him.
He should be laughing,
I'm trying my best to manage my expressions, so that my abnormality won't scare him, Xu Yuan.
Sure enough, a madman will always be a madman.
No matter how gentle and elegant the surface is, it can't hide it when it touches the excitement.
Xu Yuance turned around and looked at the koi that kept wandering in the pool, and said casually:
"Don't be too happy too early, with a knife resting on your neck, few people will continue to die."
"Yuan Mou naturally knows this."
Yuan Hao finally sorted out his expression, stood up again, and stared at Xu Yuan's back: "But there is always something to look forward to."
Xu Yuan glanced at him sideways, with strange eyes:
"Killing, can it really make people excited?"
Yuan Hao lowered his eyes slightly, with a clear smile on his handsome face:
"Don't the third son think the scene of blood and flesh splattering is beautiful?
"Those warm blood, those looks of despair, third son, think about that wonderful feeling, isn't it exciting?"
"Stop."
Xu Yuan cut off Yuan Hao and looked away.
He got it.
There is no reason, this Yuan Hao is a complete lunatic.
It is exactly the same as Cangyuanzhong, except that the opponent in Cangyuanzhong is just a 2.5D pixel villain, but now he has become a real lunatic.
He is as obsessed with killing people as those artists are obsessed with musical paintings.
He is not interested in sharing this kind of experience with the other party now.
Yuan Hao immediately shut up when he heard the words, but his eyes were a little lonely.
Xu Yuan turned around, looked at the other party, and paused every word:
"Don't do some small tricks just because of your own hobbies."
Yuan Hao narrowed his eyes and spread his hands:
"Third Young Master, don't worry."
Xu Yuan raised his eyebrows:
"So, you follow my father because he can give you what you want?"
“.”
Yuan Hao raised his eyes when he heard the words, and that figure subconsciously appeared in his mind.
Damp and dark cells,
Condescending calm gaze,
Throwing a sword in front of him,
and that sentence,
"Be my knife, I will give you what you want."
“.”
Dazed for a moment, Yuan Hao smiled and gave an ambiguous answer:
"The killing of prisoners back then affected the overall situation of the counter-insurgency, and they should be executed according to the law, but Mr. Xiangguo saved me."
"Oh? Is that so."
Xu Yuan murmured, but immediately looked at Yuan Hao with a trace of inaudible pity.
At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he made great achievements on the battlefield, and in the future he will be properly appointed as a prince and minister.
But now, no matter how great his contribution is in the future, Xu Yinhe can't let him live to the day when he will be rewarded for his merit.
Even if everything goes well,
Yuan Hao will die on the eve of victory.
The person who does it may be an enemy, or one of our own.
The moment he saw Xu Yuan's eyes, Yuan Hao grinned directly:
"Third Young Master, don't look at me like that. Killers are always killed. How can a person like me die well?"
“.”
Xu Yuan was silent for a while, his eyes were very serious:
"You can see clearly."
"Such a character." Yuan Hao.
Xu Yuan chuckled lightly:
"Okay, if you can, give me a copy of the specific information about Wanxiang Sect."
After finishing speaking, he walked straight out of the pavilion.
"It's natural."
Yuan Hao agreed without hesitation, paused, and then suddenly stopped Xu Yuan:
Xu Yuan stopped and looked back.
Yuan Hao took out a box from the Sumeru ring where military supplies were stored and threw it over.
Xu Yuan raised his hand to catch it.
Half a foot long, with a metallic texture, it looks like a high-end product.
He asked softly:
"What's this?"
Yuan Hao shrugged:
"Hei Linwei asked me to bring you, it seems to be a new human skin mask made by Gewuyuan, let you and Miss Fourth take this to negotiate."
“.”
Xu Yuan was silent for a moment: "Bring this? Is this what father meant?"
Yuan Hao thought for a while, then nodded:
"It should be, after all, the Black Scale Guard is not qualified to take care of such things."
Standing on the spot and thinking for a while, Xu Yuan nodded slightly:
"okay, I get it."
Yuan Hao cupped his hands from a distance:
"Third Young Master, please walk slowly."
Xu Yuan waved his hand, put the box into Xumijie, and walked out of the courtyard without looking back.
“.”
Watching the courtyard door close, Yuan Hao stared there for a few breaths, returned to the seat in silence and sat down, picked up the jug and was about to fill it up, but found it was empty, and laughed, Then he glanced at the direction of Dijing
The fire flickered, and the dungeon was dark and silent.
"Give me what I want?"
The bone of the lute was pierced by the shackles that bound the cultivator. Yuan Hao, who was sitting on the ground, looked at the middle-aged man whose face was hidden in the shadow, and smiled softly:
"Master Prime Minister, do you know what I want?"
"Murder, mass murder." He answered with a low voice without waves.
Yuan Hao stared at the plain sight of the other party:
"Since you know, you dare to use it with a lunatic like me?"
"You have never killed civilians." Xu Yinhe.
"Ha ha."
Yuan Hao laughed twice, ironically:
"Xu Yinhe, I don't kill civilians because of the large-scale killing of civilians. There is no one above me, so I can't hide it. It's not because of compassion."
"I know." Xu Yinhe didn't care about the other party's smile: "At least know how to be afraid."
Yuan Hao's eyes narrowed, his fists clenched slightly:
"Afraid? Do you think I'm afraid of death? Mr. Prime Minister, I'm worried that I won't be able to kill more people in the future."
"it's the same."
“.”
Quiet.
Yuan Hao took a deep breath and asked:
"Then why should I trust you?"
Xu Yinhe's eyes are silent:
"To make a knife, it is natural to kill people."
"Kill who?" Yuan Hao's voice was a little hoarse: "It's no fun just killing one or two people."
Xu Yinhe looked at each other quietly, and spit out two words:
"Zongmen."
"What?"
Yuan Hao was stunned for a moment, and a touch of astonishment appeared in his eyes unconsciously.
Xu Yinhe didn't repeat what he said just now, but just stared at him quietly with those deep eyes.
For a moment, there was only flickering fire in the dark dungeon.
Looked at each other for a while,
Yuan Hao's heartbeat quickened bit by bit, he looked at the man opposite, and finally grinned:
"Xu Yinhe, you are a lunatic, a lunatic who is even more lunatic than me. The number of people killed under my command is no more than ten thousand, and you will kill more than ten million!"
Xu Yinhe ignored the other party's words, just looked at the other party's young face, and asked:
"So, your answer?"
“.”
“.”
Converge your thoughts,
Withdrawing his gaze towards the direction of the imperial capital, Yuan Hao took out a long knife from the Sumeru ring, caressed the blade, and whispered softly:
"I hope this knife can be used for a long time, don't break it too early."
There is another update, maybe twenty minutes later
(end of this chapter)