mtl008 Chapter 222 disappears into thin air
Chapter 222 disappears into thin air
Li Chonglin was confused.
All the memories are like an overturned inkstone, fragmented.
He suddenly remembered the illusion he had experienced on the Lotus Tower in the Li School.
The dim dungeon, the imprisoned minister, and the black-robed figure whose face could not be seen clearly—
……
[What you think is the truth is nothing but a lie carefully woven by others...]
[You think you are the crown prince, the future emperor, but are you truly sure that you will naturally become the emperor? ...]
[Your Highness, I am your brother, Li Chongjiu! ...]
……
Li Zhonglin clenched his fists, his eyes sharp, "So that wasn't an illusion, but a prophecy."
Lu Yuguan frowned and said, "What are you talking about? Why don't I understand?"
Li Chongjiu whispered, "Brother, it's time to face reality."
"I don't believe it unless my father tells me in person." Li Chonglin said through gritted teeth.
"How long are you going to be so stubborn?" Li Chongjiu asked with red eyes. "You keep saying you don't believe me. Isn't my situation embarrassing enough?!"
When these words were shouted, everyone present was stunned.
Li Chongjiu's voice trembled, "It's been almost twenty years since I found out who my biological father is."
"No wonder my father has never shown me any favor. It turns out he has always known that I am not his child..."
"No wonder my mother was confined to the inner palace, praying to the portrait on the wall every day..."
"Even my name was chosen so casually. I shouldn't have been born in this world!"
Li Zhonglin was silent for a long time, staring at him, "Laojiu, I——"
"roll!"
Li Chongjiu took a deep breath and said, "Don't call me by that name. It makes me uncomfortable."
Li Chonglin's lips trembled a few times, but he didn't say anything in the end.
He had never seen Li Chongjiu lose his composure like this.
In my memory, this younger brother always had a faint smile on his face even in the most difficult times.
But now, that disguise has been completely torn off, revealing a heart full of holes.
Lu Yuguan approached Zhao Zimo cautiously, keeping a distance from the two men, for fear of getting into trouble.
Zhao Zimo put his arms around Lu Yuguan and murmured, "These are all the bad results of the previous life."
He secretly felt lucky that the Xin Zhao lineage was a single-line inheritance and would not cause such trouble.
Wen Lanfeng suddenly said, "Wait a minute. The Ten Thousand Blood Demon Lord was a demon cultivator from hundreds of years ago. The current dynasty has only been around for a little over 170 years. If the Ten Thousand Blood Demon Lord and the current emperor are of the same generation, then it doesn't make sense, does it?"
Eh?
Yes.
Lu Yuguan raised his eyebrows and noticed something was wrong.
Li Chonglin's biological father is the emperor of the time.
Li Chongjiu's biological father is the Ten Thousand Blood Demon Lord in front of him, and he is also the emperor's brother.
Isn’t this a bit far-fetched?
"Is it possible that it's possession?" Zhao Zimo suddenly asked.
Wen Lanfeng was surprised and said, "That's really possible."
Lu Yuguan suddenly realized, "Oh, I see. Does this mean that the Ten Thousand Blood Demon Lord has taken over the body of Li Chongjiu's father?"
"I think so. Otherwise, there is no other reasonable explanation." Wen Lanfeng said.
As Li Chongjiu listened to their words, his already broken heart felt even more painful, and he almost fainted from the blow.
Li Chonglin hurried forward to help Li Chongjiu, but was pushed away by him.
"unnecessary."
Li Chongjiu spoke miserably as he walked out of the hall without looking back. He did not stop until he could no longer hear the noisy fighting sounds.
He seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Those days when no one cared about me flashed through my mind like a kaleidoscope.
While other princes enjoyed the emperor's love, he could only stay in the cold palace with tables and chairs as his companions.
In school, he was ridiculed by other princes because he did not have the precious writing materials bestowed by his father. He endured it silently, hoping that one day he would be able to gain his father's attention with his own achievements.
Until he was found to have dual spiritual roots, he thought he would be favored by his father, but Li Chonglin's brilliance always overshadowed him.
"...In that case, let Chongjiu go to school with the Crown Prince."
“…Thank you, Father!”
He had already accepted his fate.
He felt that it was a great thing for him to accompany Li Chonglin and be his right-hand man, but his mother kept instigating him.
"...That seat is yours, it should have belonged to you!"
What he didn't understand at first, he finally understands now.
It’s not too late.
It was like a knife cutting out his heart, stabbing him just right, causing him to suffocate with pain until he couldn't even scream.
"Your Highness the Ninth Prince!——"
"Your Highness!——"
Hearing someone calling his name, Li Chongjiu raised his head slightly.
Zhang Zhengzheng came with a group of soldiers.
"Li Chonglin's men?" Li Chongjiu asked, "How did you get in?"
"Oh, it's Bai Ming... Mr. Bai said that there are still survivors, so I came in without stopping." Zhang Xiu said attentively.
Li Chongjiu said indifferently: "No need to go in."
Zhang Xiu was stunned: "Huh?"
Li Chongjiu: "They are all dead."
Zhang Xiu:?
Li Chongjiu sneered and was about to stand up when he was carried up by a group of soldiers.
"what are you doing?"
"Since His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince is still alive, I cannot ignore him," Zhang Xiu ordered seriously. "Listen carefully, everyone! Get His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince out safely. If he lets even a hair slip, I'll hold you responsible!"
"Yes!"
……
Li Chonglin looked at the empty palace gate with mixed feelings.
"Don't just stand there. Let's talk about it later if there is any dispute." Wen Lanfeng shouted.
Everyone finally came to their senses. Li Chonglin grabbed the Dragon Pattern Sword and turned back to the Ten Thousand Blood Demon Lord. "Master, you're right. Eradicating the demon cultivators first is the most important thing."
Zhao Zimo clenched the axe handle, and his ancient and primitive body was instantly activated.
Wen Lanfeng was surprised and said, "It's a special physique? I didn't expect there are people with such talent in the mortal world. Are you interested in considering joining the Xuanyu Sect?"
Zhao Zimo said in a deep voice, "Thank you for your kindness, Master. I don't have any plans for the time being."
"That's such a shame," Wen Lanfeng exclaimed. "I thought I could accept you and Lu Yuguan into the sect together, but it seems like my efforts have been met with disdain."
"Sister, don't say that. He is just like that. Don't take it to heart." Lu Yuguan quickly intervened.
"You are still the sweet talker." Wen Lanfeng said with a smile.
Several people quickly joined the battle and fought against the Ten Thousand Blood Demon Lord together with the reinforcements from Xuanyu Sect.
It has to be said that two fists cannot beat four hands. Zhang Luocheng and Immortal Master Qingxue are in the lead, and the rest of the disciples are the vanguard. With so many Jindan cultivators and magic weapons, even if the Wanxue Demon Lord has entered the Nascent Soul stage, it will be difficult to resist.
After several days, the Ten Thousand Blood Demon Lord was finally defeated. His head was chopped off alive and placed in a wooden box.
However, what Lu Yuguan didn't notice was that his pet, Little Sesame, had sneaked into a coffin placed in the hall and disappeared in a flash...