Spare Me, Great Lord! Chapter 1280: The Dying Man

In the Western Capital City, Lu Shu clearly felt that there was only a beam of energy left in the Western Capital Palace, and that energy was like a torch that soared to the sky.

It’s just that the torch has never been shaken. Even if the two great masters of the other party are dead, the other party has never planned to go out of the palace to kill the enemy, just watching quietly, as if the sky is shaking outside and shouting to kill. The sound has nothing to do with me.

Lu Shu suddenly wondered why Duanmu Huangqi seemed to have given up resistance now, and he even thought that Duanmu Huangqi was dead, or why he never showed up.

But there will be no false energy fluctuations, and the dead will not have energy fluctuations.

Lu Shu walked into the Western Metropolis Palace step by step, passing through the towering walls of red walls and gray tiles. There were no guards here, and all the guards died in battle.

Imperial Dragon Class followed behind Lu Shu, and the sound of armor rubbing was like a real murderous aura. The inner halls such as Zhang Weiyu wore Mountain-Shaking Armor and patrolled the sky. They patrolled the ground to prevent any leaks in the palace. Of fish.

Everyone is guarding Lu Shu. At this time, Lu Shu is like a real Godking, finally returning.

Zhang Weiyu They discovered that the female relatives of the Western Metropolis Palace had disappeared. Duanmu Huangqi was not a gentleman. There were drafting activities every year. Some people joked that all the beautiful women in Xizhou had been included in the palace by Duanmu Huangqi.

Xidu Xinggong, although it is called Xinggong, it is only because of the existence of Godking Palace that the name of Sifang Heavenly Emperor is evasive. In fact, Heavenly Emperor Xinggung is even more magnificent and luxurious than Godking Palace.

When it comes to luxury, the Godking palace is relatively simple.

Zhang Weiyu and others fell in the harem. Someone was almost shocked when he opened the door of a dormitory. There were countless white silks in the dormitory. It was Duanmu Huangqi who gave all the harem women to death.

The white silk hanging from the roof, each of them hangs a life that has just passed away. Once they were so beautiful and moving, but now they are just a corpse.

Zhang Weiyu sighed, but did not move much.

There are many things in this world that are more tragic than the prospects. They have no time to sympathize with anyone, and they have no intention of sympathizing with anyone.

Sympathy is the most useless emotion in war. The winner lives and the loser dies. This is fate!

When Old God King was fighting, Duanmu Huangqi and the others also pushed others into desperation. There is more than one thing that the monarch and the queen of a country have to kill themselves together, and there are more cruel things than this.

The only question is, didn't Duanmu Huangqi never expect that he would win? Why did he give them to death so early?

In this world, only those who have determined that they have gone, would make such a choice, right?

Looking back at this time, whether it was the death of the Tiger Camp or the death of the Great Master of the West Capital, Duanmu Huangqi's posture of sitting on the sidelines was like witnessing his own decline with his own eyes.

Just watched calmly.

When Zhang Weiyu and others searched the entire Western Capital Palace, they suddenly found a strange place. When they came to the backyard of the Western Capital Palace, there was a cemetery here.

I counted Zhang Weiyu, and the number was just ninety-nine.

The wide and secluded courtyard smelled of wine. He looked at the ground in front of the cemetery as if someone had brought wine here to pay homage to the dead.

Is it the Duanmu Emperor Qilai? Except for Duanmu Huangqi, there seems to be no one else in the entire West Palace.

Killed the living, but came to pay homage to the dead in a flash, which made Zhang Weiyu a bit completely unable to understand Emperor Duanmu.

?????????? "Who are these people?" Some people were puzzled: "Duanmu Huangqi actually set up a mausoleum in the imperial palace for them. I've heard of it before. There is a yard that ordinary people can't get close to, but I haven't studied what's inside."

Zhang Weiyu looked at the name on the tombstone and sighed: "If I guess right, then I know who they are. The first battle of Godking took place in Xizhou. At that time, the Qing Dynasty was strong and Old God King was in Xidu. There was frantic resistance outside. At that time, Godking sent Duanmu Huangqi to lead a hundred dead soldiers to beheaded in the west. In the end, the king of the Qing Dynasty died, and Duanmu Huangqi and them were only the last one, that is, Duanmu Huangqi. ."

The inner hall next to it stared at the ninety-nine tombstones and was stunned, because the number can be matched! For Neidianzhi, the war was longer than they were born, and many of them lived only a few hundred years old. Even if they had eaten diluted Washing Marrow Fruit, their limited strength led to the replacement of several batches of Imperial Dragon Class.

Today's Zhang Weiyu and others have never experienced that war personally, and they have been longing for it.

Some people are puzzled: "Will Duanmu Huangqi still have such a serious sentiment?"

In everyone's impression, Duanmu Huangqi has never trusted anyone, even someone who can kill his own son mercilessly, would he miss other people?

Zhang Weiyu shook his head and said: "Even the saints passed down by our mouth will have shortcomings and make mistakes. Then how can a wicked person not be awe-inspiring? Who dare to say that we truly understand Duanmu Huangqi? It is said that people and things in this world are not black and white~IndoMTL.com~We are all a collection of contradictions."

Someone looked at the tombstones, and saw that each tombstone was solitary with the name of the owner of the tomb. At this time, someone was surprised: "There is still a cemetery and tombstone over there, but the tombstone has not been erected yet."

Looking straight at the inner hall, I was surprised to find that Duanmu Huangqi's own name was written on the tombstone!

Everyone, look at each other in dismay, a generation of heroes even left a tombstone for themselves.

"Let's go, this war must be over anyway," Zhang Weiyu said: "And we only need to stand firmly behind my king."

At this time, Lu Shu came to the door of the main hall, and it was dark inside. He stood at the door, as if silently staring at Duanmu Huangqi in the darkness. Imperial Dragon Class followed behind Lu Shu, and the inner hall returned to him.

At this moment, the palace suddenly began to desert, and the tiles wrapped in glazed soil began to turn into sand in an instant, and the sand fell from the roof.

The entire luxurious palace is like weathered by time. The tiles are gone, the walls are gone, and the stone pillars are gone, full of vicissitudes of decline.

When the palace disappeared, the scene inside was revealed, and it was no longer dark, and Duanmu Huangqi sat on the upper dragon chair eyes closed in the main hall.

The other party was calm, wearing the Heavenly Emperor gun clothes exactly the same as Wen Zaifou.

Lu Shu stared at the other person, for some reason he always felt that this dungeon suit looked like a real Heavenly Emperor when worn on Duanmu Huangqi.

In my impression, many emperors were suspicious and tyrannical. They should have been Duanmu Huangqi. On the contrary, Wen Zaifou is less like a Heavenly Emperor, more like the commander of Old God King's royal guard.

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