“Save me, save me!”
Hong Ji's body was shaking violently, and blood was all over his body. He used up all his vitality again, grabbing the last straw.
He was almost going crazy with anxiety, but the words in his ears were still slow and steady.
"Why save him?"
As death approaches, thoughts in the mind race at an incredibly fast pace, many times faster than before.
"I have many treasures. I have killed many people from aristocratic families. I have accumulated a lot of wealth. I also have top-notch martial arts. Save me, save me... As long as you save me, all these will be yours."
In the past, Hong Ji had traveled all over the country and met countless people begging for mercy, but he never spared them. It was not until today, when he was about to die, that he felt the extreme fear.
It would be fine if he were to die directly, but he had a chance to survive. This struggle between life and death was extremely painful.
The instinct for survival made him beg for mercy, and made him want to give up everything to fight against the person in front of him, who was calm and cruel to the extreme.
Faced with the mountain of wealth and supreme magical powers he promised, her emotions didn't seem to fluctuate much.
The figure stood there quietly, towering like a mountain abyss.
Although he was on the verge of death, but with that person standing there, Hong Ji's heart naturally calmed down and he was no longer as frightened as before.
This feeling made Hong Ji feel at ease, but at the same time, he also felt a surge of anger.
He had seen this kind of grace and bearing before, in the leaders of the top sects, or in the most outstanding and powerful figures.
When he was ambushing a young man from a noble family, he watched the most outstanding figure in the family from afar and felt this unique demeanor.
That is the person at the top of the mortal world, who is only one step away from crossing the gap between heaven and man and becoming a true heavenly being.
In the past, if Hong Ji could face such a person, he would be excited. He would seek advice and learn from such a person, and take such a person as his goal and idol. The reason why he has been practicing the Heavenly Demon Bloodthirsty Sword Technique is that he hopes to reach such a level one day.
But it is not possible today. People at the level of striving for honor can look inward, and those at the level of true essence can also look outward. Although he is in a seriously injured state now, Hong Ji is also aware of his own miserable and miserable condition.
His hair was disheveled, his body was covered in blood, his collar bone was locked and his body was tied up with chains. He looked even more miserable than the beggars wandering on the street.
This state made him uncomfortable, and what made him even more uncomfortable was being seen by a top figure.
He pursues power, so he cannot bear to see himself in such a humble position in front of such a person who is at the peak of power.
Especially this person's posture and demeanor reminded him of those people from aristocratic families, which made him even more uncomfortable.
The reason why he did not join the aristocratic families or the big sects was because he had a trace of pride in his heart.
He felt that he could blaze a different path on his own, and he had been very successful before. Although the Heavenly Demon Bloodthirsty Sword Technique leaned towards the devil's way, it had indeed blazed a new trail.
But today, in this state, the grief and anger in his heart is difficult to suppress.
At this moment of greatest shame, anger and despair, Hong Ji inexplicably felt that the cold energy that was constantly eroding the blood in his body had stopped.
Time seemed to be stretched to an extremely distant and long extent.
At this time, Hong Ji's heart slowly calmed down.
He tried hard to breathe, even though such action made him feel a tearing pain all over his body, but he still tried his best to breathe.
He did not rush to regulate the internal energy and blood, but recovered briefly, tidied his hair, and wiped the blood off his face with his hands.
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Although because he did not have the appropriate cleaning tools, his actions made him covered in blood, his expression was much worse than before, and his condition looked even worse than before, but overall he looked somewhat better.
One of the Confucian etiquettes is to dress properly.
Being neatly dressed is a respect for others as well as for yourself. Zhang Mingtu watched his movements quietly. He had changed into a new set of clothes and wore an iron mask on his face. He had silently set up a triple magic circle of sound insulation, fog and illusion around him.
Now, he is a mysterious figure among the Jinyiwei, a senior Jinyiwei official with an iron face.
Seeing Blood Knife's movements, he was slightly moved, and his expression became more serious than before.
After barely cleaning up, Xuedao's overall physical condition was still very poor and he was still in a rather miserable state, but the overall atmosphere had become a bit more serious.
The movements I just learned are more like a special ritual, which comforts both myself and others.
"What do you want to know?"
"Why would someone want to kill you?"
"I'm also confused!"
"Um?"
Zhang Mingtu raised his eyebrows. Having experienced a life-and-death crisis, Hong Ji should not normally keep many things about the Kingdom of the Rising Sun secret.
However, his answer was beyond Zhang Mingtu's expectation. Zhang Mingtu looked at him carefully and found that Xuedao showed no signs of lying. There was indeed doubt between his brows.
"Why are you connected with the people of the Land of the Rising Sun? Why do they want to kill you?"
Zhang Mingtu reiterated it again, but this time he took the initiative to give a lot of hints.
Xue Dao was stunned: "The Kingdom of the Rising Sun?"
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