The three-in-one rulers burned to death in the tower (end)...

With a "bang".

The gunfire ended.

Fu You subconsciously closed his eyes tightly, but the expected pain did not come.

A cold touch touched his skin.

Blake lifted Fuyou's chin with the empty barrel of his gun. "Do you think I'll let you die so easily?"

This firearm made of cold iron moved down little by little along Fu You's pale skin where water droplets were dripping, passing over the delicate Adam's apple, the sunken collarbone... and finally stopped at Fu You's heart.

"I won't kill you, Fuyou." Blake gritted his teeth, his hoarse voice filled with hatred. "At least not now."

The rain is getting heavier.

The raindrops formed into lines, which then formed into sheets, pattering down on the two men in a stalemate. A damp white vapor filled the air.

Fu You tilted his head slightly, and his eyes, flowing from his wet golden hair, fell on Blake's gloomy face, showing no fear or worry.

He suddenly laughed softly, his voice weak and hoarse, making people's ears burn.

Blake's dark eyes didn't move, but his knuckles gripping the gun tightened a little.

"Don't you want to kill me? Or can't you?" Fu You suddenly asked.

Blake frowned at his question and didn't answer.

Fu You curled his lips, suddenly stretched out his right hand, and grasped the gun barrel.

The cold weapon was a terrifying black, while Fu You's hand was white and slender. The delicate white, like snow glaze, formed a sharp contrast with the cold black, and it was inexplicably...

Color. Qi.

"Let me guess, Blake..." Fu You raised his head, his long, dark green eyes brimming with a bewitching aura. A muffled, trembling laugh escaped his throat, and he asked, "You didn't get hard the moment you smelled me, did you?"

Blake's dark pupils suddenly shrank like needles, as if a sore spot had been pierced, and his face instantly became extremely ugly!

Fu You laughed even harder upon seeing this, his red eyes drooping. "It seems that it's not me who has fallen into your hands, but you who are being manipulated by me, Blake."

"...Fuyou!!" Blake growled.

"Ha, no need to be so loud, I can hear you." Fu You stroked the cold iron with her fingertips, raised her limp golden eyelashes and looked at him: "You look really angry like this."

Blake was obviously not good at speaking. He was left speechless by the eloquent Fu You. He was so angry that veins on his forehead popped out and his clenched knuckles were shaking.

In the end, he simply gave up on verbal communication, put away his gun, and carried Fu You on his shoulder!

Fu You's face turned a little paler, but his tense nerves relaxed.

He reached out and grabbed the fabric on Blake's back, rubbing his cheek against the man's wet black hair, as if complaining or acting coquettishly, "Can you be gentler, Blake?"

He used this nonchalant and intimate tone to speak to the person who hated him so much in his heart.

Blake's eyelashes darkened, and his chest rose and fell violently, as if he wanted to dissipate all the throbbing and heat in his chest caused by Fuyou.

But even so.

He still gently supported his shoulders to help Fu You adjust to a less uncomfortable state.

Fu You was in very poor physical condition and received another injection of anesthetic. After realizing that his life was not in danger, he quickly fell asleep leaning on Blake's shoulder.

When he woke up again, he was in a completely unfamiliar room.

His body felt heavy. Although he had slept for an unknown amount of time, he surprisingly didn't feel hungry. Perhaps someone had injected him with nutrients while he was sleeping.

Fu You supported his head and sat up from the bed.

The room was dark. He opened his eyes and it took him some time to adjust to the darkness.

Fu You slowly looked around. Apart from the bed he lay on, there was no other furniture in the room. The walls were snow-white, but the floor was covered with a pitch-black velvet carpet. The only window was completely blocked by thick curtains, not letting in any light.

It doesn't look like a place where normal people would live.

There was no one else in the room, so he prepared to get out of bed and walk to the door to see what was going on. However, as soon as he moved his legs, there was a metallic "clatter".

Fu You was startled and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw that there was a metal ring on my ankle. The chain was as thick as a finger, and the other end was firmly welded to the bedpost, making it impossible to break free with my bare hands.

...What an unimaginative way of imprisonment.

Fu You sighed and mentally criticized the male protagonist's old-fashioned taste.

Having given up the idea of ​​escaping, Fu You briefly asked the system a few questions in his mind. After learning that the male protagonist and Knight Bo's rebellion was progressing in an orderly manner, he felt relieved.

His body still felt heavy and weak, with only the burning sensation of the glands at the back of his neck clearly lingering. Fu You leaned against the pillow with his eyes half-closed. His face looked surprisingly pale in the darkness, making his long, flowing hair shine like gold. He allowed his consciousness to drift, continuing to conserve his energy.

I slept until Blake came back.

The heavy soles of his boots pattered on the carpet, making a sound similar to stepping on snow. The sound was very soft, but Fu You still opened his eyes alertly.

When her eyelashes just lifted, there was still a drowsy mist in the beauty's eyes. After seeing Blake's expressionless and cold face, the chaos in Fu You's eyes receded like a tide.

"Um... good morning, noon, and evening?" Fu You leaned back and shrugged at Blake. "See, thanks to you, I can't even tell the time anymore."

He wanted to continue complaining, but then he saw Blake's dangerous eyes.

Cold, dark, and sticky, like...

Like a wolf eyeing its prey.

"Blake, you..." Fu You had a vague bad premonition. He couldn't help but sit up straight and put on guard.

But before he could finish his question, he saw Blake walk straight to the bed and press down on him!

The alpha remained silent, yet within that silence was a powerful aggression. His massive body was like an impenetrable net, enveloping Fu You from head to toe. The ropes of the net bound him tightly, entwining him with a force that seemed to strangle him to death.

The moist pheromones instantly enveloped Fu You's entire body, and his breathing suddenly became hot. White spots of light flashed before his eyes, and he felt like drowning in them. Fu You raised his hands that had been pushing against Blake's chest, but they fell down helplessly.

As if pleased by the voice, Blake's eyes darkened.

Fu You couldn't help but grab Blake's arm across his chest. He could smell a strong smell of blood from the man. Although he didn't know what was going on, he still raised his long golden eyelashes in shame and glared at Blake angrily.

Fu You first pushed Blake hard, and then cursed at the touch on his shoulders and neck: "Damn it, wu, don't touch that, don't bite...!"

The beauty beneath him had soft, silky skin, a rich floral fragrance that was as alluring and sweet as overripe. When she glared, her thick, golden eyelashes drooped, framing her misty, dark green pupils, a breathtaking sight.

Blake's eyes darkened, and just as he was about to bite the neck that continued to emit an alluring fragrance...

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Captain, the military commander just sent a message saying, he wants to contact you about something important!" The subordinate outside the door trembled and said, "He wants you to go to the meeting place immediately."

Fu You felt Blake's grip on his hand suddenly tighten.

Someone from the military...Knight Bo?

Fuyou had never thanked Knight Bo so much, but Black obviously didn't think so.

As if to vent his anger, the other party finally bit Fu You's collarbone hard, causing Fu You to groan and tears to seep from the corners of his eyes. He then reluctantly got up, simply tidied his clothes and went out.

In the following half month, every time Blake wanted to do something unhealthy to Fu You like a mad dog, someone from the military would always "call Blake away" in time.

He didn't know if it was Fu You's illusion, but when they met recently, he always felt that Blake's black eyes, staring at him straight, looked a little green.

But this is obviously a good thing for Fu You.

During this time, he kept communicating with the system and gradually found out the progress of the male protagonist's rebellion.

It was almost time for him to step in and add fuel to the fire.

It’s time to enter the final stage of whitewashing.

Fu You thought in a good mood.

So the first step is to escape from this small room.

This is not a difficult task.

Long before Knight Bo agreed to his relationship with Flora, he and Flora secretly agreed on a set of codes.

That day, Fu You suddenly asked Blake's men who were guarding him that he wanted to eat oranges.

Blake had earlier instructed his men to meet any reasonable requests made by the beautiful blond omega in the room.

And wanting to eat citrus fruits is obviously not excessive.

So quickly, his men brought a bag.

But when it was delivered, Fu You said he didn't want to eat it anymore and ordered his men to eat it in front of him.

Such inconsistency should have been infuriating, but the blonde beauty held her chin in her hand and smiled at everyone, and no matter how angry she was, that glance could have extinguished her anger.

The subordinates blushed and obediently ate the whole bag of oranges.

Such strange orders lasted for four or five days.

That day, before Fu You could go and call the poor subordinate who was about to be pickled by the citrus, the sound of fighting suddenly came from outside the door.

The sound lasted only a short time, and it was obvious that one of the men was taken care of by the other in a few moves.

Then, the door of the room was opened from the outside.

Fu You sat up straight and looked in the direction of the person who came. The moment their eyes met, the other person's eyes turned red.

——At this moment, someone is crying somewhere in the world, crying for no reason in the world, crying for him.

Flora walked quickly to the bedside and saw Fu You's current condition more clearly.

During this time, Fu You had been locked up in her room, without sunlight. Her originally pale skin had become even more fragile, translucent, like glass. Fu You's hair had grown even longer, now reaching almost to her waist like a flowing golden silk.

With his hair swaying, he was only wearing a thin nightgown, and his exposed skin was covered with many ambiguous mottled marks; his slender ankles were tied tightly with iron rings.

It looks like a toy that is raised and molested at will for sexual gratification!

Flora felt a surge of anger rushing to his brain, his brown eyes became even redder, and he hurriedly took out the coat he brought from the backpack on his shoulder and put it on Fu You.

"It's oranges, Mr. Beaumont," Flora said in a low voice. "I remember it, and I'm glad I remember it. And I'm glad you remember it too."

He looked up, his eyes filled with puppy-like eagerness and anticipation: "You want to see me, right?"

Tangerine.

In his and Flora's code, it means "I want to see you."

In the past, as long as the Knight who had come into contact with Fuyou had the scent of citrus on him, Flora would be happy all day.

The guards who were in charge of Fu You would change shifts in the morning and afternoon, and Fu You would always order the poor guy in the morning to eat oranges.

For several days in a row, he had been smelling of citrus. As long as Flora noticed it, based on his understanding of Flora, she would definitely try her best to find out the source of the citrus scent.

Even if the investigation is finally clear, it may just be a coincidence.

But even so, Flora will take action.

Fortunately, his judgment of Flora was correct. Fu You took the backpack from her and smiled with satisfaction after seeing the brand new clothes and earrings inside.

"You are indeed the most useful, dear." Fu You curved his thin lips and said sincerely.

Flora's cheeks instantly flushed.

Seeing Fu You changing clothes in front of him without any hesitation, Flora's face turned even redder. He turned away in embarrassment, not daring to look. Only when the rustling sound of fabric rubbing behind him stopped did Flora turn back.

Fu You was lifting her long hair to wear earrings that symbolized her status.

A ray of sunlight flashed through the crack in the door, and the profile of the beautiful earl was as white and crystal as cold glaze. Her hair, as bright as gilded gold, hung down by her ears, making the red stone held by the long snake look extremely beautiful and enchanting.

When the two had just met, he would always stare at Mr. Beaumont's jewel earrings in the corner of the banquet - the blazing red fire was the only star he could hide in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Fu You had already taken care of himself.

Only the iron ring around the ankle remained.

His smiling eyes fell on him, and Flora suddenly came back to her senses. He took out the device he had prepared and prepared to break the chain that bound Mr. Beaumont.

But just before cutting the chain, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the other person.

"Mr. Beaumont, are you willing to leave here with me?" These words seemed to have been hidden in his heart for a long time. He was a little hesitant at first, but after the beginning, he spoke smoothly. Flora looked at Fu You with sincere eyes, inviting him expectantly:

"It's not just about this room, but about leaving these people and these things behind! Let's leave the Prime Star together... I've saved up a lot of star coins without my brother's knowledge over the years. We can go to a remote planet, buy a manor, and live together forever!"

When Flora said these words, her eyes were full of innocent and beautiful expectations.

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, as if he had already seen how happy he and the other person would be living together.

You will definitely be very, very happy.

He could see Mr. Beaumont as soon as he opened his eyes every day, then get up, eat, read books and drink tea with Mr. Beaumont. When night fell, he would kiss Mr. Beaumont's forehead and fall asleep with the expectation of seeing him again when he opened his eyes tomorrow.

Or do nothing, as long as you can look at Mr. Beaumont every day, just look at him, or even more excessively, talk to him, then you will be very happy.

When two people in love live together, what can't they do to be happy?

The pregnancy rate between two omegas was very low - and he probably wouldn't have the heart to let Mr. Beaumont go through the pain of bearing offspring.

So a puppy? Or a kitten?

Flora became more and more excited as she spoke, as if she had opened a chatterbox and couldn't stop.

Until his gaze moved and met Fu You's eyes.

It was like being suddenly splashed with cold water, and suddenly he was thrown back into reality from his fantasy. Flora's voice stopped abruptly. He looked at Fu You and said hesitantly, "Mr. Beaumont?"

Fu You smiled, and her cold, pale, and beautiful face seemed somewhat gentle under the light.

"That sounds really good, Flora." Fu You lowered his eyes and looked at Flora in front of him, his voice as gentle as the evening breeze: "You are the only one who can make me believe and expect that good things will happen if I live."

"But……"

But he was already half-buried in a pool of blood, and looking back he saw a sea of ​​bloody corpses. He had no choice but to abandon everything and move forward.

Flora stared at him blankly with her brown eyes, a look of ignorant astonishment. Fu You looked into his eyes and didn't say the rest of the words.

He suddenly raised his face, put his thin lips on the corner of Flora's lips, and kissed her lightly.

The soft touch with the scent of flowers was fleeting, and Flora's eyes widened instantly.

Amidst the suddenly amplified sound of his heartbeat, Flora heard Fu You whisper in his ear, "Help me cut the chain, Flora."

At that moment, Flora suddenly felt as if the air was being sucked out of her.

The huge glass cover that held him was called fate. He watched the stars twinkle in Mr. Beaumont's eyes, and even when he closed his eyes, he still remembered that beautiful look.

He was deeply in love with Mr. Beaumont.

Love is so great that even with a burning star in your mouth, you can still taste the sweetness from the burning pain that penetrates your bones.

Then, the next step is to say goodbye quietly.

He couldn't stop him.

He let him go.

The chain was cut with a "clang".

Fu You finally regained his freedom. He stood on the ground for the first time in a long time, and it took him a while to let his weak legs get used to the feeling.

Before leaving the room, he prepared to thank Flora again. When he stood at the door, he looked at Flora who was still standing by the window. She just looked at him with an indescribable emotion in her eyes.

Flora suddenly smiled unnaturally and asked, "Mr. Beaumont, will I be able to see you again in the future?"

Fu You's eyebrows moved slightly, but that subtle expression disappeared in an instant.

The half of his face illuminated by the light had an almost translucent texture, as if it would disappear from Flora's sight in the next moment.

Flora's heart ached again. He clenched his palms and with great difficulty did not say anything to keep her.

"Wait until everything is over." Fu You retracted his gaze, his long, thick golden eyelashes drooping, covering the luster in his eyes: "Wait until everything is over, wait until everything returns to its original state. Flora, remember what you promised me."

Before pushing the door open and leaving, Fu You said one last thing: "Don't forget me."

The sound was so light and thin that it was swept away by the wind, like a sigh that dissipated into the air.

But Flora still heard it clearly.

He clutched the clothes around his heart tightly, as if in extreme pain. His breathing was trembling, and he fell on the bed with red eyes.

How could I forget him.

How can I forget him.

In the room lingering with the fragrance of flowers, Flora stared at the chain he had cut with her own hands with her brown eyes, muttering, "We'll meet again, Mr. Beaumont. You promised me, so you can't break the agreement, right?"

——At this moment, someone is walking somewhere in the world, walking in the world for no reason, walking towards him.

Thanks to the military pass that Flora hid in his pocket, Fu You had almost no obstacles along the way.

The streets were very empty. Passing through the edge area controlled by the rebels, the closer to the palace, the more fierce the resistance of the guards loyal to His Majesty became.

Especially the area outside the palace, which was like an airtight barrel surrounded by the guards, making it impossible for others to break in from the outside.

but.

Fu You pulled the edge of his cloak down to cover his face. His eyes, hidden beneath the cloth, secretly glanced at the Vaughn surname embroidered on the cuffs of some soldiers.

It seems that internal cracks have already appeared.

It is probably only a matter of time before Obelia gives way.

Abdicating the throne sounded far more honorable than regicide. Perhaps neither Blake, Gnar, nor Knight Bo were prepared to bear the infamy of regicide and be chronicled for centuries.

So they are all waiting.

Perhaps only when their patience is completely exhausted will they join forces to launch a palace coup and completely change the dynasty of the empire.

But Fu You didn't want to wait any longer.

He does what they are unwilling or afraid to do.

If this place is swallowed by darkness and there is no light anywhere, then he will burn himself to light up this world.

Fu You crossed another street and got closer and closer to the palace.

Suddenly, a quarrel broke out.

A tender child's voice mixed with rude insults entered Fu You's ears. Before he could see what was happening, someone bumped into his leg.

"Sir, please save me!" The strange child hugged his legs and begged urgently.

The child had a thin, sunken face, and his clothes were tattered. Fu You lowered his head, revealing half of his jade-white face beneath the dark edge of his cloak.

Several guards rushed over and shouted with guns raised: "Get out of here! Don't delay us from carrying out our duties."

The child trembled with fear and hugged Fuyou's slender legs tightly, as if a drowning person were clinging to the last piece of driftwood.

The few people couldn't see Fu You's face clearly, only seeing his pale lips curved. Fu You raised his hand and slowly patted the child's trembling back, as if to comfort him. At the same time, he chuckled and asked:

"Are the imperial soldiers' guns now only aimed at ignorant children?"

The faces of the men holding guns turned ugly instantly after hearing what Fu You said.

"What? Are you going to shield this shameless little thief?" The leader stepped forward, stood in front of Fu You, and said arrogantly: "He stole jewelry from the palace and planned to sell it on the black market!"

"No, this is a relic my mother left me!" The child widened his eyes and retorted, clutching the necklace hidden under his clothes.

Fu You glanced at the necklace, taking in the exposed edge of the gemstone. While it looked expensive, it wasn't made in the style of a royal court. This showed that the other party was slandering him.

Perhaps these guards were tempted by the money and wanted to steal the child's necklace, but they did not expect to be resisted, so they became so angry and embarrassed.

The empire is a corpse, and the mediocre are like wild dogs.

Fu You's eyes grew colder as he held the child's head against his legs. "Sir, what if I don't get out of here?"

The man frowned, revealing a ferocious and furious expression, and reached out to pull Fu You's wrist.

However, as soon as he held the hand of the cloaked young man, he felt the cold flesh and bones, like fine porcelain, a beautiful touch he had never felt before.

The leader's eyes paused, and he was instantly distracted.

The anger on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by an even more uncomfortable look of lust and evil.

"So you and this little thief are in cahoots." The leader waved his hand and ordered, "Come here, arrest them both!"

Seeing the armed guards gathering closer and closer, the child hid behind Fu You, clutching Fu You's clothes tightly, and shrank back more and more in fear.

He couldn't help but look up at the calm young man.

He saw a strand of long golden hair slowly falling down.

It was a very beautiful golden color, he had never seen such a beautiful color.

Fu You stood with his back very straight. He raised his hand to take off his cloak and hat. His long, golden hair shone elegantly and luxuriously in the sunlight. It passed across his pale face, revealing a pair of narrow, green eyes like snakes.

"I'd like to see who dares to arrest me." When Fu You said this, there was still a faint smile on his lips, but his cold eyes slowly swept across the circle of guards who were stunned for a moment.

He raised his chin, the long snake earrings sparkling on the side of his face. "What a bunch of blind people! Don't you even recognize this pattern?"

"Yes, it's Earl Beaumont!"

"My Lord! I'm sorry, we don't have any time..."

Everyone shuddered in fear and fell to their knees. The child was stunned by the sudden change in the situation and hugged Fu You's legs blankly.

"Take me to the palace, I want to see His Majesty." Fu You looked at the leader and gave the order, gently stroking the child's head with his palm.

The corner of the clothes stained with the fragrance of flowers gradually slipped out of the child's palm. The child stood there, watching Fu You being surrounded by people and walking towards the palace.

After a long, long time, he still stood there, as if he could still feel the lingering, extremely gentle touch on his head.

…

When Fu You walked into the palace, Obelia was sitting on the throne.

The once bustling and glorious hall now seemed deserted. A single crystal chandelier lit the hall, hanging overhead like an eternal, cold moonlight.

Fu You slowly scanned the palace and saw that apart from Obelia, there were only four or five personal guards in the open and in the dark.

It can be seen that His Majesty has not had an easy time recently, which is why he is so short of manpower around him.

But Obelia still wore that gentle mask. He leaned against the throne, and when he saw Fu You walk in, a hint of darkness flashed across his deep blue eyes.

"Let me see who this is! Isn't this my lovely little Beaumont?" Obelia raised her lips, resting her chin on her hand. "Lord Beaumont, are you here to 'persuade' me to give up this throne as soon as possible?"

"Of course not, Your Majesty." Fu You laughed and slowly approached the throne.

The light stretched his shadow extremely long, like a dark ghost, gradually covering the man from the bottom of Obelia's throne.

Obelia seemed to have noticed something, and her eyes became darker.

Fu You put his hand into his arms, looked down at Obelia, and a hint of indifference suddenly appeared in his eyes: "I am here to kill you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bullet came from the darkness!

Fu You had anticipated this and dodged sideways, the bullet only slicing off a few strands of his hair. Before the next shot arrived, Fu You suddenly raised his hand and fired two shots in both directions.

The sound of falling came from the darkness, and the guard died instantly.

However, before Fu You could fire a third shot, a bullet from behind struck his shoulder. Blood splattered, and Fu You felt a numbness in his shoulder, followed by a sharp pain, as if it were being burned by fire.

The knuckles of his fingers gripping the gun were white from the force he exerted, as if in extreme pain, yet he made no sound. He simply slid closer to the seated Obelia and switched the gun to his other hand.

Although injured, Fu You remained swift and his spearmanship was terrifyingly accurate. In a split second, he took advantage of the guards' hesitation, fearing they might accidentally injure His Majesty, and quickly dispatched the remaining three.

The palace was filled with a disgusting smell of blood, and blood plasma splattered on the magnificent walls and ground, flowing like a champagne tower.

Fu You threw the empty pistol to the ground and put the blade hidden in his sleeve close to Obelia's neck.

His golden hair hung down to cover his forehead, and beads of sweat gathered between his brows. His emerald pupils were covered with a layer of rusty color like a blood mist.

Oberya felt Fuyou's slightly damp, cold fingertips pressing against his skin. The Grim Reaper's scythe was already around his neck. He had anticipated this day ever since the military joined the rebellion.

I just didn't expect it to happen so soon.

and……

"I never thought that I would die at your hands in the end, little Beaumont." Obelia sighed as she looked at Fu You's expressionless face.

His Adam's apple vibrated as he spoke, and his skin was cut by the sharp blade, oozing a trace of blood. "This is not bad. If the crown is worn on your beautiful head, I will accept it more than if it is taken away by someone else."

Fu You didn't say anything, just looked at him. Obelia sighed a little disappointedly, "Then finally, can I ask you a question?"

The blade pressing against her neck lightened slightly, and Obelia knew it was a tacit agreement.

He then asked, "In your eyes, am I a tyrannical tyrant? Or a foolish and incompetent ruler?"

"In my opinion, you're just an ordinary person." Fu You spoke, his voice still hoarse from enduring pain. He simply lowered his eyes, all the smile and indifference disappearing from them, leaving them as clear as a lake reflecting the moonlight on a summer night.

He looked at Obelia and commented seriously, "It's really too ordinary, so it has no characteristics at all."

Obelia was slightly startled, as if he hadn't expected Fu You to give such an answer. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but the next second, Fu You pinched the blade with his knuckles and slashed it hard.

Blood gushed out instantly!

The sound of blood flowing filled Fu You's brain. He felt the warm, sticky liquid splashing onto his face and body. The viscous, pervasive smell of blood mixed in the air rushed into his nostrils.

Obelia stared at him with her sluggish blue eyes, a glint of water in them. Fu You gasped softly, the face of His Majesty, who had tragically died on the throne, reflected in his eyes.

"What a shame! Perhaps I'm just a tasteless guy." He finally released the blade from his hand, and his bloodstained fingertips gently touched the cold crown on the man's head. "This crown that you treasure so much, I don't care about it."

Perhaps Obelia heard these words at last, or perhaps not. Fu You saw the other's lips move on the lower half of his face, which was soaked in blood, but no sound came out.

Just a single turbid tear slowly fell from the corner of His Majesty's noble eye.

——At this moment, someone is dying somewhere in the world, dying for no reason in the world, looking at him.

At this point, everything is over.

Fu You wiped the blood off his face, and lowered his blood-stained eyelashes, completely concealing all the emotions in his eyes.

He seemed to be extremely exhausted. His thin body swayed twice before he slowly leaned against the throne that was dyed bright red.

All his fingers were curled up, tightly grasping the cuff buttons, as if he could draw some warmth from the cold ornaments.

However, he was not given much time to rest.

Suddenly, a team of guards marching in neat steps broke into the palace and lined up in the hall.

Gena walked slowly from the crowd until he stood at the foot of the pool of blood flowing from the throne.

"It's been a long time, Fuyou." As if he hadn't noticed Obelia's body, the man stared at Fuyou leaning against the throne. "Why did you get yourself into such a ridiculous state after leaving me?"

There was a tone of mockery and gnashing of teeth in his voice.

Indeed, Fu You now looks very embarrassed.

Most of his body was stained with blood, and his clothes were completely unrecognizable from their original appearance. However, the skin exposed beneath the mottled bloodstains was shockingly white.

Compared with Gena, who was dressed elegantly and had neatly combed red hair, the difference was huge.

Yet, in this situation, Fu You showed no fear at all. He leaned against the edge of the throne's armrest, his narrow eyes shimmering with an indistinct light as he looked at Gena with a curved lip.

Like a poisonous snake coiled in blood.

Fu You reached out and lifted his blood-soaked hair, calling out, "Genna."

The moment his name was read out by that hoarse voice, it was as if he was under a spell. His whole body was as if struck by lightning and he froze in an instant.

He immediately came to his senses and didn't feel ashamed of his own incompetence. The man's handsome face darkened as he stared at Fu You, ready to make another sarcastic remark.

But Fu You did not give him this opportunity.

The beautiful Countess of Viper lowered her eyes, her wet golden eyelashes covering the cold grayness in her eyes: "What a coincidence, I don't feel like reminiscing with you right now."

Gena was stunned and didn't understand what Fu You meant.

Fu You pressed the switch of the secret passage hidden behind the throne. After a brief mechanical sound, he disappeared in front of everyone in an instant!

Gena walked over quickly in disbelief, but he walked around the place where Fu You disappeared several times and did not see any trace of the secret passage.

"Search! Search the entire palace to find him!" Gena ordered with a dark face.

It’s okay, Fu You won’t go far and will definitely come back to find him.

Feeling upset, Gena looked at Obelia's body with great disgust and took off the golden crown from the man's head.

He stared at the crown in his hand and thought to himself:

After all, the other party paid so much and even abandoned him, wasn't it just for this thing?

[System, activate Death Escape Mode, pain shielding increased by 100%.]

[Okay, host, the settings are complete.]

…

When Gena received news about Fu You again, he learned that he appeared in the tallest library tower in the palace.

That place was quite remote, usually only used to store some ancient books of the Oberia Dynasty. It was like a place where frozen time was stored.

Why does Fuyou appear there?

A sense of absurdity filled his heart, but he still rushed to the tower as soon as he heard the news.

From a distance, he could smell the strong smell of kerosene in the air.

A strong feeling of impending loss washed over him. When Gena raised his head and saw Fuyou clearly on the top of the tower, he felt all the blood in his body surge up, almost bursting through his flesh.

He opened his eyes wide in horror and rushed out without caring about his image.

The guard beside him immediately grabbed him and said, "No, sir! It's too dangerous there!"

Fu You held up an oil lamp and stood on the top of the tower.

He was still wearing the clothes he wore when he assassinated Obelia, his long golden hair fluttering in the wind, and the blood on his face had been wiped clean.

Fu You's eyesight has always been very good, so he could clearly see Gena rushing over from across the distant tower.

The firelight cast a gilded, honeyed glow on his pale face, like fresh snow about to be licked clean by the flames. Even from such a distance, Gena could still see a strange light flash in Fuyou's beautiful eyes.

Like...

Like the night when I came to his house with wine and formed an alliance with him.

It was like seeing something, something very joyful.

It shouldn't be like this.

Why, Fu You wants to...

Countless doubts swirled in Genna's head, giving him a splitting headache. While desperately struggling against the guards, Genna looked up and shouted at Fu You, "Fu You, get down from there first. What do you want? Even a crown is worth it! But you..."

Before he could finish.

The smile on Fu You's lips suddenly widened.

Then, he raised his hand and smashed the oil lamp in his hand to the ground!

As soon as the flame touched the thick kerosene on the ground, it burst into flames!

The blazing fire instantly surrounded Fu You.

Gena's breathing stagnated, and he looked at the scene with a pale face, his soul almost being pulled out of his body.

He turned around and grabbed the collar of the guard beside him, and ordered sharply: "Damn it! What are you all standing there for? Why don't you go put out the fire?!!"

The tower was built a long time ago, and its wooden structure became the best fuel for the fire, and the fire soon became uncontrollable.

Gena wanted to rush into the fire regardless of anything, but the guards seemed not to understand what he was saying and stopped him tightly.

In the chaos, he saw a fierce figure rushing into the fire.

It's Knight Bo.

No one can stop this admiral.

The fire grew bigger.

Amidst the blood-red smoke rising into the sky, Fu You was laughing happily. He laughed loudly and shouted:

"I, Fuyou Beaumont, am here today to recount my misdeeds. I have cheated, murdered, committed regicide, and committed treason... My crimes are too numerous to list!"

"Today, I will die here. But I firmly believe that this fire will bring new life to our empire!"

"I, I am an irredeemable sinner! But a hundred years later, you will still remember my name!"

As the last sentence was finished, the tower burning in the wind collapsed!

The hot wind blew up a few particles of dust, which drifted across the gloomy sky and flew very far away.

The rebel stronghold in the distance.

Blake had just finished a meeting and walked outside, intending to breathe some fresh air, but when he looked up, he saw flames rising into the sky on the other side of the city.

But he didn't want to pay attention to it today.

Fu You had become increasingly thinner recently. They still didn't speak, and when they met they only kissed or fought. He thought he hated Fu You, but whenever his fingers touched the trembling bones beneath her pale skin, a sharp pain still rose in his heart.

So he turned down all matters except the meeting today, and just wanted to go to a pastry shop near the main urban area to buy some cakes and other things for Fu You to bring back.

A long time ago, when he was still hiding in Beaumont's mansion in disguise, he discovered that Fu You actually liked to eat these sweet things that probably only children would like.

Blake thought about it, and unconsciously, his heart softened. He thought that maybe he should be a little gentler with Fu You...why not take the initiative to talk when they met today.

Perhaps, sooner or later, time will heal the wounds between them.

But Blake didn't know that his men would rush to him in three minutes.

——And bring Fuyou’s self-immolation death to him.

The fire burned for a day and a night. The soldiers quickly rescued the seriously injured Knight Bo from the fire. However, they searched for a long time but could not find any remains of Fu You.

Maybe it was because the fire was too big.

All they found was a piece of gold melted into a ball among the ashes.

They carefully cut the gold and found an incredibly beautiful red gem inside.

It looks like a flame that is always burning.

Or the hypocritical power-grabber's sincere heart.

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The author has something to say: At this moment, someone is crying somewhere in the world

Crying for no reason in the world

Crying for me

Who is laughing somewhere in the night at this moment?

Laughing at night for no reason

Laughing at me

Who is walking somewhere in the world at this moment?

Walking in the world for no reason

Come to me

Is anyone dying somewhere in the world right now?

Die in this world for no reason

Looking at me

—Rilke, The Serious Moment

This world is over.

At the same time tomorrow (0:00), a chapter of the epilogue of the crazy attack will be updated =3=