Zhuoyue barely heard a word of what Wen Long said next.
The king is not like the king of the past. Although the king of the past appeared cold and unapproachable, he was fair in his actions and never confused in matters of great importance.
The king before us has a completely different style. What's most frightening is that he handles matters in a self-serving and arbitrary manner, driven by selfish motives, without any rhyme or reason, and seemingly without any sense of order.
Fairness is out of the question...
Thinking about it this way, Zhuoyue felt something was off. Could it be that what Baihe and Biyu said was true, and that our king had changed? Or was he not the king at all? But if he wasn't the king, then where was the real king...?
"Pfft!" A gust of cold wind swept in, and Zhuoyue saw a hand reach out to him, then tightly grip his neck. Zhuoyue secretly used his spiritual power to pulsate his veins, but it was to no avail. His neck couldn't escape, and the feeling of suffocation grew stronger and stronger…
"Hmph! I'm using a spirit-locking technique; you can't break free." Wen Long gritted his teeth, secretly applying pressure with his fingertips.
"You, you used evil, evil magic." He felt as if a million ants were biting his neck, and his whole body went numb and tingling. Zhuoyue rolled his eyes.
"So what if it's evil magic? It'll be enough to subdue you!" Wen Long's face was gleaming with a vicious blue light. "Hand over the Illusionary Spirit Pill now, or you'll never leave here alive."
"You are not the king!" At some point, one of Wen Long's eyes turned red again. Looking at his red eye, and seeing his face darken, Zhuo Yue seemed to understand something.
"Who I am is not important, what matters is your Illusionary Spirit Pill, it can save your life..." Wen Long's voice grew softer and softer, and dark clouds shrouded the hall. When the dark clouds dissipated, Wen Long and Zhuo Yue were nowhere to be seen in the hall...
"Wah wah!" A bird flew past outside the main hall, its cry mournful.
Before long, darkness fell, a faint gray hue settling in. A dark figure hurriedly approached a small wooden hut beside a lotus flower and pushed open a half-closed door.
He hurriedly followed the corridor inside the door, stepped into the room on the left, and with a flick of his wrist, a strange light locked the door shut.
"Who?" It was Baihe and Biyu's trembling voices at the same time. Baihe was holding something with two pointed ends.
"It's me, Aunt Sasha," a face appeared in the darkness from where the firelight flickered. Her face was covered by a thin veil. She introduced herself as soon as she entered, but her voice was breathless and urgent.
"You, why are you here?" A cold hand reached out and grabbed her, the voice trembling with tears, "Lord Zhuoyue, you really misunderstood him."
“Silly child, how could I not know?” Sasha’s voice trembled. In the darkness, three pairs of eyes quickly gleamed, and they could see each other’s faces. Tears streamed down each of their faces.
"Aunt Sasha, what do you mean by this? Are you doing this on purpose...?"
"Quick, let's not talk about this anymore, I'll take you somewhere," Sasha said without saying a word, grabbing Baihe and Biyu and walking towards the door.
Under the pitch-black night sky, three figures moved swiftly forward...
"Puff puff puff..." There was a sound of wings flapping ahead.
“They’ve been patrolling,” Sasha said, glancing around at the open space where there was nowhere to hide. “I’ll distract them. You all hurry to the stone house at the bottom of the cliff and wait for me. It’s the place Zhuoyue took you when you were little…”
"Auntie Sasha!" Bai He called out anxiously, worried about Sasha.
"Go quickly!" Sasha waved her hand and walked to the other side.
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