Chapter 10 Quickly Wear! Strategies to Conquer His Royal Highness the Crown Prince (Part 7)
Feng Ziang was taken to Jingguo as a sacrifice to stop the war.
Marquis Jingguo was extremely disgusted when he saw Feng Ziang, because it was this foreign man who caused his daughter to be beaten to death with clubs.
Jingguo Hou lifted Feng Ziang's face and said, "The foreigner is quite pretty, but unfortunately I have no interest in men. I didn't expect Han Shuangsi to have the habit of cutting off sleeves."
"Hanshuangsi, I didn't know about your habit of cutting off sleeves. How many other hobbies are you hiding from me?" Marquis Jingguo asked in a questioning tone.
Feng Ziang sneered, "Han Shuang Si? He's already dead. If you want to know what other hobbies he has, you might as well go down and ask him."
"Dead? How dare you, a foreign man, say such nonsense!" Jingguo Hou's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.
"Han Shuangsi is my Jingguo's half-son-in-law. Oh! If you dare to kill him, you will be an enemy of my Jingguo!"
Feng Ziang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Becoming an enemy of Jingguo? Why should I, Feng Ziang, be afraid? Not only will I kill Han Shuangsi, I will also destroy your Jingguo!"
Jingguo Hou was furious. "What a big tone! Who do you think you are? You are just a foreign man. How can I, Jingguo Hou, be afraid of you?"
"Marquis Jingguo, don't forget that I, Feng Ziang, am a prince from a foreign country. I have the support of the foreign army and people behind me."
Feng Ziang's eyes revealed a hint of confidence, "If you, Jingguo, dare to be my enemy, I will make you pay a painful price!"
Jingguo Hou's face turned gloomy, "Foreign prince? Humph, even if you are a foreign prince, I, Jingguo, will not be afraid of you."
"Marquis Jingguo, don't think that I dare not touch you. I, Feng Ziang, always keep my word. If you dare to stop me, I will make you pay!" There was a hint of threat in Feng Ziang's voice.
The spy next to him said, "This man knows magic. That day, he just glared at the Fire Nation soldiers and wiped them out."
Marquis Jingguo was silent for a moment. He knew that Feng Ziang's identity was not simple. If he really became an enemy of a foreign country, it would not be a good thing for Jingguo.
"Feng Ziang, don't think I'm afraid of you. If you want to be an enemy of Jingguo, I, Jingguo, will fight you to the end!" A hint of determination flashed in Marquis Jingguo's eyes.
After saying this, Marquis Jingguo slapped Feng Ziang in the face and said, "Come here, throw him into the camp for me, give him as a reward to the generals, and then throw him to Huangshan Ridge to feed the wolves."
Marquis Jingguo was furious when he thought about his daughter being beaten to death by Han Shuangsi. He wanted to let Han Shuangsi taste the feeling of being humiliated and killed by Feng Ziang.
Feng Ziang, as a messenger in the temple, had never seen such behavior before. He felt his legs go weak and he was filled with disgust.
Jingguohou's eyes were filled with hatred and cruelty. He gritted his teeth and said, "You despicable fellow, I will torture you!"
Feng Ziang looked at Marquis Jingguo in horror, his body trembling, unable to believe that such a thing would happen to him.
The soldiers of Jingguohou dragged Feng Ziang into the tent and threw him to the ground without mercy. Feng Ziang tried to resist, but his strength was insignificant in front of these soldiers.
He was beaten and tortured mercilessly, the wounds on his body continued to increase, and blood stained his clothes red.
In the camp, Feng Ziang suffered all kinds of humiliation and torture. The soldiers laughed at him, insulted him, and made him feel ashamed. His dignity was completely trampled on, and his soul was greatly hurt.
Finally, they dragged Feng Ziang out of the tent and took him to Huangshan Mountain. Feng Ziang was thrown to the ground, his body was already weak.
However, at this moment, Han Shuangsi appeared like a god of war, holding a sword in his hand, with endless majesty in his eyes.
His figure was like a breeze, instantly appearing beside Feng Ziang, and killing all the enemies who bullied Feng Ziang. Feng Ziang looked at Han Shuangsi in surprise, with an indescribable feeling of emotion in his heart.
He didn't want to cause trouble for Han Shuangsi, so he made up a lie and said that Han Shuangsi had been killed by himself.
However, Frost appeared at the critical moment, and in order to save him, he resolutely resisted thousands of troops in the enemy.
Han Shuangsi's swordsmanship is powerful, and every time he swings the sword, it is filled with endless murderous intent. His figure shuttles among the enemy troops like a ghost, making it impossible to capture him.
But two fists are no match for four hands. Gradually, countless wounds appeared on Han Shuangsi's body, and blood stained his clothes red, but his eyes remained firm, without any retreat.
Feng Ziang suddenly felt sad when he saw the bleeding wound on Han Shuangsi's body. He recalled their first meeting, and now he was saving himself. Feng Ziang's heart began to waver, and he began to accept the feeling of being in love with a man.
Jingguo Hou also appeared at this time. When he saw Han Shuang Si, he felt even more upset. He picked up the sword, rushed towards Han Shuang Si, and started a thrilling fight with him.
Han Shuangsi's swordsmanship was powerful, and Jingguo Hou's swordsmanship was also not weak. The two swords crossed in the air, making a series of harsh sounds.
Their figures shuttled across the battlefield, and every confrontation was thrilling. Han Shuangsi's eyes revealed endless murderous intent, and every attack of his made Jingguo Hou feel tremendous pressure.
With Han Shuangsi's strenuous resistance, the enemy's attack was temporarily blocked and Feng Ziang was able to catch his breath.
However, Frost's injuries became more and more serious, and his physical strength gradually became exhausted. But he still insisted on fighting, with no intention of retreating.
Feng Ziang looked at Han Shuang Si's figure, and an indescribable feeling of emotion surged in his heart. He knew that Han Shuang Si was fighting so hard for him.
Feng Ziang shouted: "No"
Han Shuangsi didn't say anything. He turned his head with blood all over his face and gave a last affectionate look to the person he loved.
There was a deep sword stuck in his body, and the blade seemed to be about to pierce his body.
At this moment, Feng Ziang felt that the anger in his body had reached its peak. With every step he took, the ground fell into flames and the earth seemed to be shaking.
"Hahaha, these are the humans I want to save. You are filthy and disgusting. I want you all to die."
Feng Ziang looked like a messenger from hell at this moment. His face was no longer handsome but had grown red horns and became ferocious. In just a moment, the land of Jingguo was reduced to ashes, and Marquis Jingguo died without any pain.
Seeing that Feng Ziang had been possessed by the devil, Han Shuangsi dragged his bloody body and hugged him. He wanted to wake him up. He didn't want to see Feng Ziang continue to sink, because Feng Ziang had told him that he was an angel from the Holy Realm. Han Shuangsi's blood nourished Feng Ziang's body. Feng Ziang looked at the dying man who was hugging him.
His eyes were filled with attachment and reluctance, his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but after being transformed into a demon, he was no longer able to make any sound.
A sincere tear fell from the corner of Han Shuangsi's eye, and that tear seemed to carry all his emotions and thoughts.
True tears are brave and fearless towards love. Since you are a man, I love you too. These are purely Feng Ziang's thoughts. They slowly fall and finally fall into Feng Ziang's hands.
Feng Ziang's hands were trembling slightly, and he felt the sincerity and affection in Han Shuangsi's tears.
Time began to stop, as if the whole world was mourning their separation. Countless stars started to light up, flickering with faint light, as if bidding farewell to Han Shuang Si. The system following Feng Ziang began to speak: "Congratulations, you have passed the first level and accepted to fall in love with men. This tear of sincerity will take you into a parallel world to fall in love with his reincarnation."
Feng Ziang's heart was filled with emotion and sadness. He knew that these tears were Han Shuangsi's affectionate confession to him and also their final farewell.
But the impact of human passions has also emerged. If a god falls in love with a human, it can destroy a city in an instant.
Feng Ziang said: "System, please limit my magical abilities and erase every emotional experience I have. I will no longer remember anyone. Please let me look for everyone I meet with a completely new identity."
Without magic, if problems arise in another world, even gods will be unable to help. The system asked, "Have you thought it through?"
Feng Ziang said: "Hmm"
He held the tear tightly, feeling its warmth and weight, as if it was Han Shuangsi's soul in his hands.
At that moment, Feng Ziang understood the true meaning of love. He understood that love does not care about gender, but cares about the sincerity and affection between two people.
If you love someone, no matter who he is, please be brave. It is a blessing to wait for others to love you, but being timid and cowardly will also make people regret it.
He decided to cherish this relationship. No matter which world he was in, he would meet Han Shuangsi's reincarnation again and fall in love with him again.
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