Chapter 49 Who can kill me?
Guan Zhiwei was exceptionally well-equipped for this charge, with a long weapon, a short blade, and a whip strapped to her waist.
She met Batel face to face, and as their halberds clashed, she drew her iron whip with her left hand, twirled it, and pulled it backward with force. Her horse leaped forward, and in the blink of an eye, they were separated. Her opponent, along with his weapon, tumbled off his horse.
She leaped forward, drew the Killing Yang Blade from her waist, and sliced off the head off like a watermelon.
In a single encounter, it was discovered that someone had indeed died, but it wasn't Guan Zhiwei.
Batel's face still bore the cruel expression of someone in battle; he was killed before he even realized it, having intended to kill someone.
Batel had four brothers who were less brave than him, but no less ambitious.
Burigud is dead. If Batel also dies here, who will be the next king of the tribe?
They all wanted to conserve their strength, each had their own plans, and their forces were not aligned. They watched each other closely, and no one was willing to take the lead in providing assistance, until a loud shout came from the crowd.
"Battle is dead, who can kill me now!"
Guan Zhiwei raised his head high, the sun falling directly behind her, her dazzling beauty making it difficult to look directly at her.
She killed two leaders in a row, maximizing her hatred level. At this point, whoever can kill her will undoubtedly become the new king of Yan.
She fought relentlessly and was clearly exhausted—this thought filled everyone's mind.
This attracted four other Batel brothers who wanted to pick up the heads one after another.
"Kill her! Whoever can cut off her arm will be rewarded with 50 sheep."
Even an arm is worth this much; if it were a head, it could be exchanged for at least 50 cows.
The people of Yan were filled with enthusiasm, and they charged forward recklessly, disregarding everything else.
Guan Zhiwei was overwhelmed by the sight of heads, which she saw indiscriminately, regardless of social status; she would slash anyone who came at her.
After killing two Yan princes and nearly a thousand people, all his passion subsided.
After the first Yan person attempted to escape, the disease spread like a plague. Living in the icy wilderness, the Yan people were known for their fearlessness in the face of death, their will forged by the harsh cold.
But who isn't afraid of death?
If you're not afraid of death, I can kill you until you're scared.
Guan Zhiwei hurriedly gave chase, drew her bow to its fullest extent, and fired three arrows at an extremely fast speed.
As she attempted to aim her fourth arrow at the remaining Yan prince, the bow snapped with a bang.
"Why are you running away? Come back! I really can't fight anymore—tsk—"
That's the annoying thing about cavalry; when they want to run away, it's hard to catch them.
If they chose to roam within the territory of the Great Zhou, they would inevitably engage in burning, killing, and looting, which is why Guan Zhiwei wanted to wipe them all out in one fell swoop.
However, judging from how terrified the other party was, it was unlikely that they could stay in the Great Zhou.
The war ended, leaving behind wreckage and blood flowing like a lake. The ground was wet and slippery, but it would soon freeze over due to the cold weather. Before that, the bodies of our compatriots had to be disposed of.
Amidst the pile of wreckage, Guan Zhiwei searched everywhere for Gao Huan.
Every soldier who came out to carry the corpse looked at her with awe; others were slaying hundreds of people, but she was slaying thousands.
Blood trickled down her eyelashes. She wiped the blood from her face and looked closely; it was Gao Huan.
The arrow lodged in his chest prevented him from being resurrected.
Guan Zhiwei took the person back, pulled out the arrow, and the person was back to life in just a quarter of an hour.
The official explanation was that the arrow hadn't actually pierced his chest; he was just pretending to be dead.
Thus, the outside world's admiration for Guan Zhiwei reached a new height—she was able to accurately avoid fatal points from such a distance.
"If I shoot you dead with an arrow, would you be angry?"
"Don't be angry. The whole city is risking their lives to fight the Yan people with you. What am I? Even if your parents were captured, we wouldn't hesitate to use me as a threat," Gao Huan said weakly.
Guan Zhiwei nodded with satisfaction: "Since you are so understanding, I won't waste any more words. Just tell me what those numbers are all about."
Gao Huan thought to himself, "So this is what numbers are called."
“Ever since I was first resurrected, I’ve been able to see numbers. At first, it was this.” He struggled to sit up, dipped his fingertip in water, and wrote 99 on the table. “Then it changed every time I died. Now it shows…”
"92," Guan Zhiwei wrote down.
He checked and confirmed, "Yes, that's right."
Guan Zhi smiled: "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Gao Huan frankly replied, "Of course, it's to keep an eye on you."
"Good for you." Guan Zhiwei clapped her hands and said sarcastically, "Since you're wary of me, you can believe what I say or not. Gao Silang, you don't have an unlimited number of lives; you only have 100 lives. Every time you die, you lose one life, and you only have 92 lives left now."
Gao Huan was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Everyone only has one life, but I have so many lives to live. I'm really lucky."
“Not lucky enough.” Guan Zhiwei placed her hand on his shoulder, a cold smile tugging at the corner of her lips: “92 lives, I can kill them all in no time.”
Gao Huan calmly replied, "You have no reason to kill me."
Guan Zhi smiled and shook his head: "You see me as normal, but I've actually been crazy for a long time."
The reason is that those are things that only normal people need.
In today's world, with the collapse of imperial power, what etiquette and laws are left to uphold?
"What exactly do you want?" Gao Huan asked nervously, pursing her lips. If you really wanted to kill me, you wouldn't need to notify me.
Guan Zhiwei couldn't hold back any longer and laughed out loud: "Since you're wary of me thinking I'm a bad guy, I'll naturally have to play the bad guy for a bit."
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said casually, "Well, your acting was pretty realistic."
Although their relationship was sometimes tense and sometimes relaxed, to outsiders, the two had a bond so strong that they could entrust their lives to each other.
In this day and age, what kind of pure friendship can there be between men and women? Thus, Gao Huan became a lover who couldn't be seen in public—this was certified by the people of Yan.
It is said that a poignant love story unfolded beneath the city walls. Although Guan Zhiwei ruthlessly shot Gao Huan to death, he did not die, and the love story still had a beautiful ending.
"What does that Gao Silang look like?"
"He was fair-skinned and frail, coughing every few steps, unlike his father, Gao Yang."
The young emperor didn't speak, but simply stretched out his hands, letting the eunuchs help him pack his clothes.
Observing the emperor's expression, Eunuch Mei felt that these words had not touched the emperor's heart. After thinking for a moment, he added, "Not as handsome as Your Majesty."
The young emperor was eight feet tall, wearing a crown and a black court robe. He exuded an air of arrogance. He merely glanced at the palace maids, and they blushed.
He hoped that Guan Zhiwei would like this appearance, since he had nothing left to offer in exchange, while Gao Huan at least had the soldiers left by his father.
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