"Jun Zhiyuan, how dare you still live in this world?!"
"My mother once said that you saved me five years ago and that you were a rare city lord, a hero of our dynasty. The people of Lincheng all praised you in this way, and I believed it too. But how are you treating us now?!"
The teenage girl spat at him, her eyes filled with hatred that didn't suit her age.
"My mother died in front of me, and my father was murdered in order to let me go. I was desperately running for my life and saw you. At that moment, I wanted to kill you, but..."
She let out a mocking smile: "How could I possibly kill you? You are a general and the lord of the city, high and mighty. But the thought of a hypocritical and cold-blooded scum like you still living in this world makes me sick."
Jun Zhiyuan's entire body went cold, not because of her curses. Listening to the panicked cries of the soldiers on the city wall, he stared at her in disbelief, "So... you sold our plan to the enemy."
Jun Zhiyuan was almost going crazy, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Have you ever thought about the people in this city?"
He felt pity for the lonely little girl and took her with him. He was never on guard against the common people.
The little girl laughed, as if mocking his words. "Isn't achievement the most important thing to the City Lord? What? You can sacrifice us for your own success, but you can't sacrifice this city? My parents are already dead, what does their life or death have to do with me?"
"I just want you dead."
The city gates were about to be breached, and fear spread among the people in the city.
"It's all that General who killed the people of Lincheng. Sure enough, he's coming to harm us now."
"Jun Zhiyuan, you will not die a good death."
"People like Jun Zhiyuan should be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell."
Jun Zhiyuan ran out regardless of everything, but his steps faltered.
The people's curses mixed with the shouts of the soldiers in front who were fighting hard, which was inexplicably ironic.
But he had no time to think.
The city was broken.
He looked up as the oncoming arrows came towards him.
Jun Zhiyuan did not dodge,
The arrow grazed his face, leaving a bloody mark.
What followed was a sky full of arrows, and he became a sitting duck standing in the middle of the city gate.
Thousands of arrows pierced his flesh and blood, but he felt no pain, nor did he die immediately.
He had spiritual roots, different from all of them, and he had always known it.
An immortal from the world of cultivation asked him if he wanted to practice cultivation. Unlike ordinary people, he could ascend to become an immortal and live forever.
How did he answer?
The blood blurred his vision. He tilted his head and coughed lightly, coughing up bursts of blood, but he laughed.
He remembered saying that he wanted to stay here for the country and the people.
So he declined the immortal's kindness and studied the basic skills he left behind on his own, just to become stronger and be able to protect the country.
There is always a voice in my heart saying:
Not worth it.
There is another thought that lingers in my mind for a long time:
If I were a little stronger, none of this would have happened.
But……
"Why doesn't Jun Zhiyuan just die!"
"Jun Zhiyuan deserves to die!"
These are the people he swore to protect with his life.
No one cares about him,
No one was willing to believe him.
The corners of his lips curled up in a mocking arc.
so……
None of this is worth it.
He closed his eyes, and the obsession almost flooded into his brain. Demonic energy gradually appeared around him, and the demonic energy was about to spread and swallow him whole.
Despair, unwillingness...
So what?
No one was willing to hold him back from falling into this deep pool...
The evil energy that was spreading outward stopped. He turned his head and saw the girl's face.
She hugged him tightly and whispered, "I'm here."
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