This Emperor of Yong who turned the tide, this Emperor of Yong who had just been defeated and humiliated by Zhuang Gaoxian, weakly walked in the direction of Yong.

He looked into the distance with reminiscence in his eyes: "Yong country has no shortage of brave men."

He said: "The Lanhe River was once dyed red, and corpses piled up like mountains under Suolong Pass. The Prime Minister was guarding Jing'an, and all the young people in the mansion refused to go to the north... But the sun was setting on the west mountain!

"The country's power is declining day by day, and no matter how hard you and I try, it's useless. How many people with lofty ideals, how many loyal and patriotic people, year after year, finally follow the waves.

"I have experienced the period when the Yong Kingdom was powerful.

"I have seen an ambitious hero marching northward, hoping to join the Five Northwest Alliance, connect the land to the far west, and compete with the Jing Kingdom.

"I have seen young people with dreams in their hearts, galloping on the land of Yong Kingdom, setting their horses and whips.

"When I became the crown prince, there was no hope for the country. I ascended the throne and was a puppet for a hundred years. I watched helplessly as the country declined. My heart ached so much that I couldn't sleep at night!

"At that time, I just thought..."

His tone was full of expectation: "It will be good if the Yong Kingdom continues to be strong."

He was pleased, sad, and sincerely said: "The sky of Yong State is infinitely vast. It would be great if the people of Yong State continue to compete with each other and can compete in Longmen..."

He refused the support and walked at the front of the group, leading the group of high-ranking empire officials home. And finally he said——

"When Emperor Yong was in power, he did not need to be named Han."

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The long river has smooth waves for thousands of miles. Dressed in a green shirt, I strolled on the long river.

The reflection of a person on the river is like a small boat. He steers this lonely boat and moves forward.

He left in no hurry.

The more his heart ached and his murderous intent became more unbearable, the more he told himself - don't worry.

This opportunity is not easy, you must... you must not miss it.

On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month in the year 3917 of the Taoist calendar, I lost my hometown forever. I carried my sister on my back and ran away, traveling all the way and wandering to this day.

Today is the second day of February in the third year of the Dao calendar.

It has been five years and two months, nearly 1,900 days, and about 23,000 hours.

Every moment of these moments, he measured with suffering. Every minute of these moments, he filled with practice.

Don’t dare to slack off!

He hasn't had a good night's sleep in these years. Every time he closes his eyes, he still looks the same.

At the age when one should be most energetic in life, he shouldered responsibilities and shouldered the burden. Jiang Mengxiong said that he "didn't look like a young man", and his friends thought that he was "bitter and resentful".

He can't let go, he's dull, he's clumsy, he doesn't dare to be loved and love others.

He finally had to give himself an explanation.

He wanted to give an explanation to the boy in time.

He wants an explanation for those who can no longer speak out or stand up.

Although this so-called explanation... has been long overdue!

The clear waves of the long river once reflected his shadow, just as he walked along the way, leaving traces step by step.

At one point, he stretched out his palm—

Snap!

A drop of true blood fell down and hit his palm, like a raindrop, and was shattered.

The palms of my hands were completely red.

Snap, snap, snap, snap.

Then it started to rain. It poured like a waterfall, creating water ripples on the long and calm river that quickly dispersed. But new water ripples appeared again.

Raindrops fell on Jiang Wang's long hair and on his blue shirt.

He closed his palms and stayed on the water, feeling everything quietly.

The drop of real blood in the palm of your hand contains all the information about another real person captured by a real person in this life during a life and death battle.

He has been collecting intelligence on Zhuang Gaoxian for many years.

He thought this was the last time.
Chapter completed!