Chapter 4470 People You Should Care About

Xiaozhuang was placed on the bed.

Two servants knelt on the ground, dressing and grooming him.

The high priest frowned for a moment, walked to the table, picked up a pen, wrote a list, and handed it to the servant: "Take the medicine, boil it, bring it over, and give it to the young master."

The servant took the prescription and left respectfully.

The high priest walked to the bed, looked at Xiaozhuang, and asked: "Is it worth going through life and death for someone else's country and suffering so much?"

Xiaozhuang closed his eyes: "This is not a business, there is no need to judge whether it is worth it or not."

"But you are the son of my Long family, and you are going to be the high priest! Haven't you heard that you would rather have the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix?"

Xiaozhuang said coldly: "When you were outside, you kept saying the rules of your ancestors, but then you turned around and killed Uncle Jiu for your own selfishness. Is this your life value?"

"I didn't kill Uncle Nine."

"Not you?" Xiaozhuang smiled, "There are only two of us here, and the high priest doesn't have to lie without a blush or heartbeat. If it is, it is, if it is not, it is not. I, Zhuang Yu, will never deny it when I kill someone."

"Your name is Long Bo!" The high priest corrected him again.

Xiaozhuang ignored him.

The high priest sighed: "You are my son, and I should pave the way for you. For you, I will do anything. Not to mention a mere prescription? Do you really think you are guarding this pile?" Someone who won’t let go of the rotten paper?”

"All I know is that you are someone who refuses to let go of such a small power."

"you--"

The high priest felt frustrated and said, "You are my son, no matter what you do, I don't blame you."

Xiaozhuang turned to look at him: "High Priest, why can't you understand that I don't want to stay here? I'm used to the outside world, where there are people I care about and people I love."

"The person you care about should be me, a member of the Uzbek tribe!"

"No."

Xiaozhuang shook his head, "The people I should care about are my adoptive parents who were killed by the rebels to protect me. They are my godfather who saved me from some gangsters. They are the ones who took me in and taught me reading, martial arts and the principles of life. The Queen Mother, and the princess who went all the way from Kyoto to southern Xinjiang in order to find me."

He fell silent, seeming to recall his circumstances over the years.

After a long time, he said: "It is these people who have really left a mark on my life, not the so-called blood relatives and clansmen. High Priest, I hope you can understand this and accept that your son has the same relationship with me." Your different lives and ideals.”

The high priest also fell silent.

He held the chair and sat down slowly, feeling a little lost: "I have spent all these years trying to find you. Your mother even lost her own life to give birth to you. Can you deny this?"

Xiaozhuang opened his eyes and looked at him: "High Priest, do you have to make it so that both sides will be hurt before you stop?"

"Why are you making such a fuss?"

"To let you know, for Da Zhou, I will die without hesitation."

"Are they willing to kill you?" the high priest hummed, "That princess is very nervous about you. Do you really think I can't see it because of my old eyesight?"

"Then do you think Prince Lian is willing to take action?"

"...That is a cruel and vicious master."

"No matter how much the eldest princess cared about me, she didn't say a word to stop Prince Lian when he wanted to kill me. Do you know why?"