Chapter 1988 Please Kill Me Quickly

"Having said so much, so... General Zhang is still unwilling to hand over the flute to me?"

Emperor Wude turned around and looked at me with a trace of sadness.

Yes, he was sad, and this sadness was not only expressed in his expression, I really felt his emotional changes.

It is extremely rare to release one's own emotions without any disguise. Any practitioner is unwilling to reveal his inner heart, because everyone has too many secrets that they don't want to be known.

Therefore, this perception of emotions is very accurate, and if Emperor Wude can even pretend such deep emotions, then I can only say that this person's acting skills are amazing, and his scheming is extremely terrifying.

I took a look at the chaotic streets of Tokyo, sighed, and threw the flute out.

With a "pop" sound, Emperor Wutoku reached out his hand and caught the flute steadily.

However, he did not play the flute immediately, but raised his other hand and tapped the railing a few times calmly.

When I heard his tapping, my heart was shocked. I raised my head and looked at him in astonishment.

As for him, he just smiled at me faintly, and then put the flute to his lips.

The next second, a low, gentle and melodious flute sound rang out from the Tokyo Tower and spread to the whole of Tokyo.

The sound of the flute was very low, and it seemed to be filled with endless sorrow. In the blink of an eye, I seemed to see a picture.

A passionate young man spoke words full of hope for the future, but later, the boy had grown up and became the person he once hated the most...

After a few minutes, the sound of the flute finally fell, and the group of deadpools that were originally in chaos also calmed down at this moment. They stood quietly on the streets of Tokyo, raised their heads, and looked at the Tokyo Tower in unison.

Then, they suddenly lined up in an orderly manner and walked silently in the direction they came from.

Some returned to the sewers, some hid in the corners of a building, and some seemed to have returned to normal, their bloodthirsty and brutal red eyes extinguished, as if they had become ordinary people again, disappearing into the rolling crowd. In

just a blink of an eye, the originally chaotic streets of Tokyo suddenly became quiet. Only

a mess remained, telling the tragic scene that had happened here...

Emperor Wutoku slowly put down his flute, looked at the brightly lit Tokyo with a lonely look, and said: "General Zhang, it's okay, let's start!"

"Don't you have anything else to say?" I asked.

"There are too many things I want to say. If... I could sit in the pub with General Zhang and boil two bottles of sake, it would be even better. Unfortunately... I don't have time!"

"Well, I'll take you there!"

As the words fell, my figure, who was standing there, instantly faded away. Then, I heard a "puff" sound, and a short knife cut out from the void directly pierced into the back of Emperor Wude.

After the blood flowed out, my figure gradually emerged.

I held the Zanling Sword in my hand, and the blade had already sunk into the back of Emperor Wude. Blood was flowing down the blood trough.

"I haven't seen enough, I really haven't seen enough. In the past, I often came here to sit and look at this city, but... this city has never been as beautiful as it is tonight, so... charming, like a beauty with skin as white as cream."

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but blood kept flowing out of his mouth and nose.

Just after he took the flute, his fingers tapped the railings a few times without making a sound.

It was a signal, a signal for him to release his emotions.

After the tapping sound fell, his emotions suddenly exploded, but that emotion was only fleeting and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

And the message that emotion conveyed to me was... kill me!

I don't know why he asked me to do this, but since he has made up his mind and chose me to do it, then he must have his reasons.

And I came here to kill him. No matter what kind of person he is, a good guy, a bad guy, or a mixed-race, there is only one fate waiting for him, and that is... death!

Xiao Qi said something that is absolutely right, that is, in the end, someone needs to take the blame no matter what.

And Emperor Wude chose to take the blame himself.

Or... he was tired and fed up with this kind of intrigue life, or maybe he couldn't stand the erosion and torture of dragon blood and didn't want to continue to degenerate, so he chose to let me end his life!

I took a deep breath and whispered, "Can this knife kill you?"

"I'm afraid... it's difficult!" He shook his head with a wry smile: "The dragon blood not only eroded my mind, but also transformed my body. My body is very strong. This kind of injury is fatal to ordinary people, but for me, I won't die immediately, so... I have to trouble General Zhang to stab me a few more times. If it doesn't work, General Zhang can choose to chop off my head. I don't care."

I don't know why, after hearing his words, I felt a sense of... loneliness in my heart for no reason.

Moreover, Emperor Wude's deep wisdom and righteousness also completely aroused my curiosity.

What kind of person is this?

If he hadn't been contaminated by dragon blood, maybe he would be a very charming gentleman?

Maybe, we would still be friends...

Unfortunately... There are no ifs in this world!

"Will you mutate?" I asked again.

What I am most worried about is that I can't kill Emperor Wu Toku, and it will cause his mutation.

Once Emperor Wu Toku becomes violent, it may not be so easy to kill him.

And I suspect that the person in the shrine may be able to sense Emperor Wu Toku's condition, and even use his own dragon bloodline to affect his mind. Otherwise, Emperor Wu Toku would not let me kill him.

Because he doesn't want to fight with me.

"I don't know, General Zhang, please kill me quickly, I feel... my thoughts are starting to become confused, and the desire to kill is about to take over my heart!"

"Okay!" I nodded, then pulled out the Zanling Sword and stabbed him in the back again.

I stabbed him ten times in this way, and Emperor Wude finally softened his expression and fell to his knees.

However, he did not die, and his breathing became heavy.

The most important thing is that the blood flowing out of his body was just a normal color, but now it has turned golden.

The next moment, Emperor Wude suddenly raised his head and looked at me.

When our eyes met, I saw a pair of golden eyes that were like bright lights in the dark night!