Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 411 Murder

"Lord Fang, what are you talking about?" Murong Qing's voice trembled violently, Fang Zilan evoked a cruel smile, "Your Majesty is the son of Prince Miluo Zhongzheng, sooner or later his hands will be stained with blood, why not start with Mr. Zuo How are you?"

"Master Fang, you have already said that I am half a teacher of the son. How can there be any reason in this world to let the apprentice kill the master?" Mr. Zuo said angrily, "It is simply against the norms!"

"My son hasn't spoken yet, why is Mr. Zuo so restless?" Fang Zilan didn't intend to take back the dagger at all, Murong Qing stared at the dagger in front of him, the cold light reflected his eyes - a pair of eyes full of hesitation and fear .

"Lord Fang..." Murong Qing heard his own voice, as if he had exhausted all his strength in this life, before he could piece together a complete sentence, "I can't do it."

Fang Zilan grabbed his hand noncommittally, and stuffed the dagger in, "I know, you can do it."

She said knowing, not believing.

Murong Qing slowly closed her eyes, it really was her.One hundred secrets and one sparseness are actually going to take Mr. Zuo's life...

"Lord Fang, my son is weak and sick, so I'm afraid I won't be able to be frightened." Wei Subaru couldn't help but imply to Fang Zilan with every word and every word that if something happened to Murong Qing, Dajing might not be peaceful in the future.

"How can the son of the Zhongzheng Palace fail to do things of this level?" Fang Zilan chuckled, "Master Wei, you really underestimate the son."

Murong Qing suddenly opened his eyes, eyes full of resentment were facing Zi Lan's meaningful gaze above him, he gritted his teeth but couldn't say a word of rejection.

He had heard this many times since he was a child.Yes, he is the son of Prince Zhongzheng, the son of Miluo God of War, how could he not be able to do it?

Reading and calligraphy, horseback riding and archery, in the eyes of the world, he should be omnipotent.But in fact, he is a sick and weak child who can't even lift a sword.

If it wasn't for that damned prophecy, how could he have gotten to where he is today?
"Your Majesty." Mr. Zuo's voice sounded deep and unexpectedly calm, "You are Miluo's noble and loyal son, and you are a man of destiny. You still have a long way to go, and I am destined to die here. "

"Sir..." Murong Qing raised his head and looked at the righteous man who was firmly tied to the torture rack. He was like a statue, standing in his heart from beginning to end, propping up a sky for himself.

"Your Majesty, don't be afraid, I will have such a day." Mr. Zuo softened his tone, and said as if to comfort him: "If I can die in the hands of Your Majesty, I will die without regret."

"Sir..." Murong Qing's face was covered with tears, but he was still shaking his head desperately to refuse.

"My lord, I'm impatient." Fang Zilan's voice was exhausted, cold sweat dripped on the dagger from his forehead, mixed with Murong Qing's tears, it was blurred.

"Fang Zilan!" Murong Qing gritted his teeth, picked up the dagger and stabbed at Fang Zilan, unexpectedly, she was well prepared, grabbed his wrist, and pointed the sharp blade at Mr. Zuo.

"My lord, this dagger is extremely sharp, be careful not to hurt yourself." Fang Zilan said as he pulled Murong Qing up from the ground, "This is the end of the matter, I might as well help you."

"No..." Murong Qing struggled to the death, Fang Zilan's arm was scratched with bloodstains, but he still dragged him with one hand, and held his dagger hand with the other, approaching Mr. Zuo step by step.

"Lord Fang, you once promised King Zhongzheng that you would take care of your son and keep him safe." Mister Zuo raised his voice, "If you break your promise, I will turn into a ghost and drag you to hell."

"I will do what I promised." Fang Zilan seemed to comfort Mr. Zuo, more like talking to himself, "Your Majesty will be fine."

Murong Qing heard it in his ears and couldn't help but sneer.

Yeah, how can something happen to him?If he stopped here, wouldn't the humiliation and torture he had suffered since birth be in vain?
He, Murong Qing, was the one predicted by the high priest of Miluo. Wouldn't it be a joke if he couldn't stand on the top of all the people if he was entrusted with the destiny?
Hearing the laughter, Fang Zilan looked down and saw Murong Qing's face was full of sadness, but the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing an almost weird smile, which was creepy.

Sure enough, this is Murong Qing's real appearance, under the delicate face, there is a devil hiding.

Seeing that Fang Zilan stopped involuntarily, Murong Qing squinted at her and said coldly, "Let go."

He obviously looks like a child, and doesn't even have the stature of a teenager, but the two short words he uttered have a coercion that can't be lost to any adult superior.

Fang Zilan let go subconsciously, and watched Murong Qing walk up to Mr. Zuo step by step.

"Sir, I have learned everything you taught me."

Murong Qing didn't make a sound, but Mr. Zuo understood his mouth shape, and there was a look of relief on his face, "My son, take care..."

Before he finished speaking, the dagger in Murong Qing's hand pierced his chest, causing him to swallow the last half of the sentence "I can't walk with you anymore".He vaguely saw Murong Qing's lips move, but he didn't recognize that it was "I'm sorry".

Murong Qing suddenly let go, he stared blankly at the blood on his hand, only felt that his brain was completely blank, he could neither hear nor see anything around him.

Fang Zilan supported Murong Qing who fell down, his small body was as light as a feather, but it bore a heavy weight.

"Lord Fang." Wei Subaru said slowly, "The play is over, and you still owe me an explanation."

"I have nothing to explain." Fang Zilan tightened his grip on Murong Qing's hand, Wei Subaru's eyes were sharp, "I don't need to ask about other things, but Master Yuan..."

"It's hard to get rid of the water now. What's the point of Mr. Wei asking about the past?" Fang Zilan collected his expression and said in a low voice: "If Mr. Wei is worried about Master Yuan, you might as well think about the debate on the first day of next month. There's nowhere to help."

Wei Subaru's expression froze, watching Fang Zilan hugging Murong Qing and disappearing from his sight.

"Sister Lan." Seeing Fang Zilan coming out, Mo Han heaved a sigh of relief, but when he saw Murong Qing in her arms, he asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

Fang Zilan didn't answer him, but turned to Zheng Yan and said, "Bring me some bandages."

"Sister Lan, are you injured?" Mo Han anxiously wanted to check her injuries, but saw her waving her hands, and his gaze remained on Murong Qing's hands, and he noticed Murong Qing's injuries.

Zheng Yan quickly came over with something, Fang Zilan bandaged Murong Qing's wound, and asked in a muffled voice, "Zheng Yan, do you remember the first time you killed someone?"

"I don't remember." Zheng Yan answered without hesitation, Fang Zilan said sadly: "I don't remember either."

She looked at the gauze wrapped in Murong Qing's hand, and murmured: "When you kill someone for the first time, if you are inexperienced, you will easily hurt yourself."

"Sister Lan, what did you say?" Mo Han showed shock, and Fang Zilan sighed quietly: "He will remember what happened today for the rest of his life." Meng Tingyang.

Meng Tingyang wanted to ask, but Fang Zilan didn't give him a chance, so he turned around and left.Fortunately, Murong Qing woke up soon, and he was relieved, "My lord, are you alright?"

Murong Qing's expression was empty, like a porcelain puppet without a soul, he burst into tears and said: "It hurts..."

Meng Tingyang was so frightened that he hurriedly said, "My lord, where is your pain?"

Murong Qing pointed to his heart, then raised his hand, looking at the glaring white gauze on his hand.

With his own hands, he toppled the statue standing upright for him, watched the statue be destroyed with his own eyes, and every fragment was pierced in his heart.

It's ironic that there is only such a light wound left in the heart-piercing pain.

"Your Majesty!" Meng Tingyang didn't have time to stop him, and saw Murong Qing tear off the gauze and bite off a piece of flesh from the wound.

Meng Tingyang fell to his knees in fear, and only heard Murong Qing say: "Don't worry, sir, one day, I will destroy Dajing and avenge you."

　Ugh……

　　
　
(End of this chapter)