Chapter 807 We Brothers Should Talk

Zi'an was heartbroken when she heard it, but she also broke her heart. She wiped away her tears and looked at him, "I'm leaving, but you have to come back to me. I, Xia Zi'an, swear that life and death will be with me. If you die, I will not live alone." , if you die here, after giving birth to a child, I will avenge you, and then bring his head back here to find you!"

Murong Jie felt a pain in his heart, and could hardly hold back his tears. He hugged Zian tightly, kissed her forehead and lips, and said in pain, "Okay, I promise you, I will come back to find you alive."

Zian took a needle and said, "Sit down, and I will open acupuncture points for you, which can help you temporarily gather your internal strength."

Murong Jie sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes.

Zian first packed his wound tightly, and then applied acupuncture to open the acupoints. Murong Jie felt that the blood in his body suddenly started to flow rapidly. He quickly suppressed his luck, and his body was more energetic than before.

Zi'an warned: "This is a temporary solution. You must chop the mess quickly. You must run away instead of fighting. Otherwise, you will run out of energy within an hour."

"I know, hurry up and go." Murong Jie said.

Zian stared at him, tears rolled down, and choked up: "Old Qi, come back to me alive."

"Okay!" Murong Jie nodded, his voice was slightly choked, but he continued to urge, "Go quickly."

Zian hugged him and whispered in his ear: "Remember my oath, I will not live alone if you die."

Murong Jie trembled and said with difficulty: "I know."

He watched Zian turn around and go out through the back door. She turned her head three times a step, and the reluctance and tears in her eyes made his heart ache sharply.

Zian wiped his tears, went out from the side door, climbed up the small hill, and descended from the other side.

As she walked step by step, her heart ached with every inch of her footsteps, a dull and desolate pain.

She looked up and saw thick smoke rising from the mountain. Such a big fire can burn a bamboo forest very quickly.

In her life, she has never experienced such torture as she is now, and she feels that she is stepping towards despair.

You must be safe and sound!

I beg you, and I beg Mantian Gods and Buddhas too!

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The bamboo forest was engulfed by the fire. It looked like the bamboo forest was going to burn for a long time, but it didn't burn for too long. Within half an hour, everything turned to ashes.

When the bamboo grove was burned out, the formation was destroyed, leaving only some stones. Behind the stones was a blue brick Dragon King Temple.

There was a man standing at the gate of the temple with a scar in his hand, with a murderous look all over his body.

King Nanhuai straightened his crown, with a gentle smile on his face, "Seventh Brother, it's really not easy to meet you."

He walked in step by step, the smile on his face was in stark contrast to the vicious disgust in his eyes.

Murong Jie said indifferently: "Since you want to see this king so much, please come in and have a glass of water at the bar. Speaking of which, the two of us brothers may not drink and chat together for a long time."

King Nanhuai smiled and said, "Even though my younger brother has the heart to drink with my elder brother, it's just that in this barren mountain, where does the wine come from?"

He walked in front of Murong Jie, the two were about the same height, but Murong Jie stood on top, forming a condescending posture.

However, King Nanhuai was not inferior in the slightest, and the aura all over his body began to burn from the bottom of his eyes.

"It's just right, there is wine to worship the Dragon King here." Murong Jie turned sideways, "If you dare to go in, you can have a drink with me."

King Nanhuai laughed loudly, "Brothers, why don't you dare? Since the seventh brother invites you, as a younger brother, how can you refuse your kindness?"

His smile was extremely arrogant, and he was not at all afraid that Murong Jie would attack him.

He raised his robe and went in to sit on the straw. The guards wanted to come in, but he stopped him, "You all watch outside the door. If the regent is hostile to this king, you can chase him down the mountain."

Murong Jie raised his eyebrows, his eyes darkened, "Thank you!"

"It doesn't matter. If you die, her life would be better than death." King Nanhuai smiled. Suddenly, he felt that it didn't matter whether he returned to the southern country or not, he just wanted to beat him.

From the day he planned to return to the southern country, he may not have thought that he would succeed, but he was not reconciled.

Therefore, he doesn't look at the hexagrams of Shangqiu, and he doesn't even have the interest to look at them, because he knows the ending, so he doesn't care anymore!

Captured Xia Zian and used it to threaten Murong Jie, because he wanted to make his life worse than death. Now, seeing it, how happy I am!

There should be a conversation between them brothers.

Murong Jie is stalling for time, he doesn't care.

Murong Jie took a jug of wine from the altar, it was a jug of stale wine that fishermen put here when they came to offer incense and pay tribute.

"Brother Seven has drunk all the fine wines in the world in his life, but at the end of the day, there is only this jug of dirty wine." King Nanhuai took a sip and sighed.

Murong Jie brought it over, raised his head and took a long gulp, frowned slightly, "In this countryside, a jug of wine is considered good."

King Nanhuai looked at him quietly, "Are you afraid of death?"

Murong Jie smiled, "Are you afraid?"

King Nanhuai really turned his head and thought for a moment, "I'm even more afraid, living like a fool."

"Not at all, right? During your planning period, you were very useless. In order to stay in Beijing, you tried every means, why? Now you suddenly feel that you don't want to be useless? Don't you want to be the emperor?"

King Nanhuai said bluntly: "I want to, I really want to, I dream about it, but I know it's impossible. Since I can't do what I want to do, I want to live with integrity and die with dignity."

"Unexpectedly, you gave up so soon." Murong Jie twitched, he didn't want to talk to him at all, but, as King Nanhuai said, he was just delaying time so that Zian could go further.

"It's not that I want to give up," King Nanhuai sighed softly, and when he looked at him again, he was already stained with viciousness, "It's because you didn't give me a way out."

Murong Jie shook the wine lightly, "Is it really so good to be the emperor?"

King Nanhuai laughed and said sarcastically, "Brother's words are like a man who is full asking a man who is hungry, is the food so delicious?"

Murong Jie also laughed, "That's right, that's true, but, I think, even if I'm hungry, I won't go grab other people's food."

"If you don't grab it, you will starve to death."

"So your metaphor is not appropriate. If you don't become an emperor, you won't die."

King Nanhuai shook his head, "If I were a commoner, I would never dare to have this idea, but, like him, I am the son of the emperor, how can I be worse than him? He can be the emperor, why should I rely on others?" alive?"

"He didn't treat you badly. The Southern Kingdom is a rich land. If you stay in the Southern Kingdom in peace and contentment, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. What is the difference from him? Why do you have to be him?"

King Nanhuai shook his head again, "This is the difference between me and you. You will always be satisfied with what you have and don't fight for it. If you fight for more, you won't end up like this today. If you become the emperor, maybe , for the sake of my own brother, I would not have such thoughts."

Murong Jie sneered, "Really? Since you were young, you have always liked to blame others for your faults. You are today, because of your ambition. Even if I become the emperor, you will also rebel. As for your brother, I'm afraid it's you. I have never been your own brother, so how can I talk about family affection?"