Chapter 15 The Tyrant Asks You How You Want to Die

When Junlin was five years old, he was sent out of the palace to learn skills. During this period, he returned to the palace many times to be taught the art of being an emperor by the Right Prime Minister Manchuan, who was also known as Manlao in her daily life. Then he went horseback riding and hunting with his childhood sweetheart Bingwen, and shared his troubles and joys with him.

This kind of life of studying abroad for three months and then going home to study for another month continued until I was fifteen, when it finally came to an end.

Because she has become a master.

No one knew who she was studying under, and no one knew what she had learned. Naturally, no one knew about her martial arts and the Black Iron Heavy Sword.

They only knew that when the previous emperor passed away, she hurried back to handle the funeral and then succeeded to the throne. However, not long after ascending the throne, her temperament changed drastically. The emperor who worked harder than anyone else turned into a tyrant who was hated and feared by everyone.

Some people say that the previous emperors passed away one after another, and without the constraints of their parents, the child has changed a long time ago.

His heart was twisted to the point of being cruel and ruthless.

The ugly side cannot be disguised, and everything is exposed unscrupulously when the supreme power is obtained.

There were endless theories, but no one thought that she was being controlled.

Southern Xinjiang, because of this incident, laid the tone for the country's demise.

"Bang——"

The heavy black iron sword smashed straight into the ground, and dense, tiny cracks immediately appeared on the surface.

The frightened soldiers around him broke out in cold sweat.

monster.

How can such a heavy sword be wielded with one hand?

If it falls on a person, the bones will be shattered in an instant.

But she seemed to ignore all the weight, and leaped high with the heavy sword in hand. Her long black hair was blown away by the wild airflow, revealing her sinister brows.

The figure in the air was like a dancing butterfly, graceful and unrestrained, spinning half of the body and suddenly stabbing down.

“Bang, bang, bang—”

The heavy swords fell on the shields raised by dozens of people. In an instant, the soldiers' bodies were shaken, their shields shattered, and they fainted on the ground, vomiting blood.

She was powerful and she swept away all those who stood in her way with absolute force.

She said kindly: "Don't worry, I will not die if I hold back my strength."

"Today I am only teaching you a lesson. If you stand against me again in the future, you must not let me have my fun until your head hits the ground."

She didn't even use any martial arts skills, she was invincible just by simply swinging the sword.

The aloof emperor looked down at his people and said with a smile, "Who else wants to fight me?"

The scene was so eerily quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone couldn't help but swallow the Japanese water in panic, even Shuangxiang's fingertips trembled and he took a step back unconsciously.

The crushing power made them unable to think of resisting.

How to resist?

At least no one here can defeat her.

The calm surface was torn apart, and Shen Sinian stared at her back with fiery eyes.

This is his king.

A strong generation.

Manhuang's eyes lit up in shock and his heart beat rapidly.

Jun Lin's heavy sword, besides her, only Man Huang can wield it in this world. This is a gift, and also like a unique favor.

The slave she rescued from the hands of human traffickers when she was young, Bianhuang, who was simple-minded and stubborn, has already become a senior controller like Shen Sinian.

Rather than using the word experienced, it would be better to say hopeless.

In this wild world, there is only this master who rescued him from the cage.

It was his only proof that he was still alive as a human being.

Every time I see Him, my heart cannot help but leap for joy, and I quietly call out “My Lord”.

When everyone in the world stood against the tyrant, he still obediently stood firm.

Even if the other party was furious and whipped him fiercely, he would still meekly lower his head and offer her endless loyalty.

Manhuang didn't know why the Lord became cruel, but he could see that there was endless sadness suppressed under those empty eyes.

I should have thought of it earlier. If the Lord was not controlled, why would he treat him like this?

He trusted her more than anyone else in the world.

Like Shen's creed, the Lord is everything to him.

It has nothing to do with status or gender, it's just because she is who she is.

Jun Lin looked away in disappointment: "No one is here."

She suddenly thrust the sword into the ground. With a "clang" sound, cracks spread across the ground and the heavy sword instantly became shorter.

This action shocked everyone again.

With her hands on the hilt of the sword, she smiled and said, "Since no one is willing to fight with me, let's settle the bill first."

Everyone was frightened and confused by the moody tyrant.

"younger brother."

Upon hearing this, Shen Sinian handed her the brocade bag containing the insects in a very tacit manner.

She threw it casually and it landed in front of the pale-faced man.

One after another, round, white insects crawled out of the brocade bag, and the expressions of the knowledgeable and well-informed left and right ministers suddenly changed.

This is the witch from southern Xinjiang.

"You've used this thing to control me for five years, Bingwen, don't you want to say something to me?"

The light and floating ending tone carried endless murderous intent, causing the man to stagger unsteadily.

The words came like a bolt from the blue, freezing everyone in their tracks.

For a moment, my brain was blocked and unable to function.

Ming He raised his eyes blankly and looked at Emperor Jing, who had been hated by the world for five years.

It is well known that the Southern Xinjiang witches can cast poisonous curses, but it has never been heard that they can control humans.

She didn't know whether Jun Lin was supporting his forehead or not.

I have underestimated Southern Xinjiang. It has many hidden tricks.

The man looked at her with tender and nostalgic eyes. Bingwen suddenly recalled the time when he met her in childhood. She always acted like an adult despite her small appearance. She was favored by the late emperor and was gifted and intelligent. She showed astonishing aspirations and ambitions very early on.

It took him ten years to get into her heart, and then just a short moment to tear it apart.

But there is no way, who made him born as a citizen of Southern Xinjiang?

There was bitterness in his eyes: "Bingwen, I have nothing to say."

This sentence actually confirmed the truth of Jun Lin's words. All the officials looked confused and uncertain. Ming He, who was furious, suddenly covered his lips and coughed a few times. The young and promising left prime minister said with blood: "Do you know that this is a joke on the whole country! The law is being trampled on, the economy is being destroyed, and the king is being insulted!"

His rage made him breathe rapidly, and even his lips trembled: "Tens of thousands of Dajing people have been displaced, the people's hearts have been lost, and the country is only left with an empty shell. How can you bear it?!"

The atmosphere was like a rain, wet everywhere, and there were no matches to light.

The right prime minister looked old and haggard, and he raised his head and sighed: "If you are determined to be kind, you will not do evil."

He trembled and angrily scolded Bingwen for being unkind.

If one has benevolence, why would he do evil, causing the breakdown of rites and music and making the people live in such misery?

The shaggy hair on his forehead obscured Bingwen's expression. He opened his eyes and was about to speak, but was suddenly stunned by the heavy sword that was placed in front of him.

No one could see how she got here. She was as fast as the wind. It seemed that she was just a shadow that flashed by before she landed in front of Bingwen.

Jun Lin held the heavy sword against his neck. In the stunned eyes of the other party, he suddenly moved closer to his face. The young Emperor Jing had gloomy eyebrows and a grim face: "Tell me how you want to die."