1625: C1625 Who Should Cut off the Head and Neck

C1625 Who Should Cut off the Head and Neck

Lee Nanfang was not a timid person.

On the contrary, he felt very powerful. After all, who would clearly know that there was a black dragon hidden within their body and that they could easily suppress it? Who wouldn't think that they were the most powerful man in the world?

For the past ten years, Lee Nanfang had never felt that there was anything that could defeat him.

Therefore, when he saw that some people were unable to bear the shock of reality and imagined that all of this was a dream and that their days of waking up would be better, he would scoffed at it and even curse it as' trash 'in his heart.

Until now, he had repented.

He felt that he should not laugh at anyone.

As the saying goes, "The Heavenly Dao is boundless, and manpower sometimes runs out".

As long as one existed in this world, they would always encounter unbreakable physical and mental shackles.

After understanding all of this, Lee Nanfang began to hope that everything that happened to him now was just a dream.

He placed all the hope he had of waking up this nightmare on the Black Dragon in his body.

Human nature would always remind him that a forced escape would lead to more trouble, so he could only bear with it.

The Black Dragon would not think this way. The Black Dragon's demonic nature would ignore everything.

Perhaps the Black Dragon had also sensed his heart's hope and actually listened to his call, slowly rising from the deepest part of his dantian.

Lee Nanfang could clearly feel it rising from his dantian's aura sea and then soaring as his aura flowed.

However, he didn't roar and rage like he used to. Instead, he sobbed quietly like a little girl who had been wronged, like a young man who had lost his lover, drunk and crying. He lay on the snowfield like a baby who had been abandoned by its parents.

This feeling was very strange. Lee Nanfang had never encountered one before, and it didn't even match with the aura that a Black Dragon should have.

However, this had actually happened.

The Black Dragon looked at Lee Nanfang with a pitying gaze, and then it slowly flew over while swaying and twisting its body.

The dragon turned its head and let go of Lee Nanfang's body. Then, it bowed its body and let Lee Nanfang straddle on its back. Lee Nanfang lowered his head and let out a deep dragon roar. Then, he suddenly flew into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

This scene was familiar, but Lee Nanfang couldn't recall it, and he didn't want to.

He only knew that the Black Dragon would no longer be afraid and would take the initiative to attack. Together with him, it escaped from that evil woman's prison.

Lee Nanfang was very happy. As he sat on the dragon's back, he wanted to shout loudly and joyfully. However, he felt as if there was a ball of cotton stuffed into his throat, causing him to be unable to make a sound.

Yes, you can't make any noise when you escape.

No matter how strong the Black Dragon was, it could not defeat modern weapons. After all, it was just an illusion, and it borrowed Lee Nanfang's body.

Lee Nanfang did not want to wait for him to wake up again and find himself lying on the ground with dozens of bullet holes all over his body. Lee Nanfang did not want to wait for him to wake up again and find himself lying on the ground with dozens of bullet holes all over his body.

Therefore, he forced himself to suppress his excitement and to wait for the moment when he would leave the prison.

The black dragon flew across the sky. Boundless black clouds blocked Lee Nanfang's path, so he couldn't see where the dragon was carrying him.

Until a certain moment, the deep dragon roar woke up the sleepy Lee Nanfang.

As the cold wind blew past his ears, the Black Dragon finally slowed down its speed and rapidly dived towards the ground.

A bustling city came into view.

However, in front of his eyes, there weren't any tall buildings or cars. There were only paintings of buildings, wooden bridges and flowing water.

Without waiting for Lee Nanfang to react, the Black Dragon led him straight into the palace in the middle of the ancient city.

Countless paper men, after Lee Nanfang dove down with the black dragon, came back to life as soldiers in iron armor patrolling around the palace.

Lee Nanfang was surprised by this change. He couldn't help but rub his eyes and immediately noticed a strange phenomenon.

Just now, countless paper men had turned into real palace guards. Only the one on the left side of the main palace door had turned pale, only his eyes were bright and full of spirit.

Just because I looked at you in the crowd, I was never able to -- the lyrics in the classic song "Legend" perhaps best describes Lee Nanfang's feelings at this moment.

Just one look at the paper man.

Lee Nanfang's entire body suddenly trembled. All the strength in his body disappeared. Just as he was about to fall from the dragon's back, the Black Dragon suddenly let out a clear dragon roar.

At the palace in front of them, Jin Ling, who was hanging high up at the corners of the hall, made a sound along with the wind, driving away the evil eyes that were tightly locked onto Lee Nanfang.

When Lee Nanfang looked at the paper man again, his eyes were already dark and lifeless. His figure was instantly blocked by the patrolling guards.

The Black Dragon spun around, landing on the roof of the palace while stepping on the glazed bricks.

Lee Nanfang was still looking back at the paper man. Caught off guard, he couldn't hold the Black Dragon's body tightly and suddenly fell down.

Fortunately, there was still a ball of cotton stuck in his throat, so he did not scream as he fell.

Without a sudden shout, it would not attract the guards' attention.

Lee Nanfang only spun a little in the air before suddenly landing on his feet. His eyes were facing the direction of the golden palace.

Without waiting for him to observe his surroundings, a furious roar came out from the palace.

"Wang Shichong, change another batch for us!"

Lee Nanfang was very familiar with this voice. Every time he entered this fantasy dream, he would hear Sui Emperor Yang, Yang Guang's voice.

As for the Wang Shichong that the Emperor had called out, Lee Nanfang also understood him a little.

Wang Shichong had a full line of words. His surname was originally Qi, and he was a Hu man from the Western Regions.

After Wang Shichong's grandfather accidentally died, his father accepted him as a son-in-law.

At that time, a son-in-law had very little human rights. Not only did he get looked down upon by his wife's Tyrant City Wang Family, even his own son had to bear the surname of his mother.

Wang Shichong has extensively studied the history, especially the military tactics, divination, divination and astrology.

During the reign of the Emperor, Wang Shichong was awarded the official position of the Third Division of Yi Tong Tribe for his meritorious service, and subsequently promoted to the position of Minister for Military Affairs. He was adept at speaking to the court and was familiar with the rules and regulations, but he often used them for his own purposes, cheating and doing whatever he wanted.

In the years of Emperor Suiyang's career, Wang Shichong was promoted to the rank of Jiang Du Cheng, and also served as the supervisor of Jiang Du palace.

Back then, Emperor Yang had toured Jiangdu many times. Wang Shichong was good at observing Emperor Yang's expression, flattering and complying with his wishes. Every time the imperial court discussed politics, Emperor Yang always said yes.

Therefore, he created jade carvings and landscape paintings, faking that they were precious artefacts from afar. He dedicated them to Emperor Yang to curry favor with him, so Emperor Yang trusted him even more.

In terms of flattery, Wang Shichong was quite famous in history.

In the last years of the Sui Dynasty, Yang Guang had become more and more unscrupulous in Jiangdu. He had ordered Wang Shichong to choose the most beautiful women in the Jiang Huai Country to enrich his harem, and to enjoy the wine and sex every day.

This Wang Shichong should be Wang Shichong.

As Lee Nanfang pondered, he saw a person leading a large group of people dressed in eunuch's clothes following them after the disaster.

The double wooden doors of the main hall suddenly opened, and the cheers of countless women rushed in.

Those voices came from their mouths.

At the very front of the bed, the Sui Emperor, Yang Guang, was standing there with a long sword in his hand. He sternly ordered Wang Shichong to pull those girls away.

However, before the eunuchs who entered the palace with Wang Shichong could do anything, countless girls rushed to the side of the emperor like crazy. They either grabbed onto the sleeves of the dragon robe or hugged onto the emperor's thighs.

No matter how much Yang Guang swung his sword, slashing around and splattering blood everywhere, he couldn't stop those women from advancing forward.

This chaos lasted for an unknown period of time. Only when the Xiao Empress and the officials arrived did they finally clean up the mess.

The servant girl carried a golden basin to serve Yang Guang as she washed up. Soon after, a bronze mirror was presented to him.

Yang Guang, with the sad expression of an old man at the end of his life, looked at himself in the mirror. Without even looking at the Queen Xiao and her servant beside him, he held his sword horizontally and shouted loudly, "Good neck, who is going to cut it off?"

As the sound of his voice faded, no one replied.

Only Wang Shichong, who had returned, led dozens of young women in walking over with laughter.

Yang Guang turned his head to look in his direction and laughed: "Alright, again!"

This roar was like a deafening bell, it should have belonged to the high-spirited Great Emperor. However, Lee Nanfang saw fear and despair in his eyes.

Without waiting for him to understand anything, the Black Dragon that was lying horizontally above the dot suddenly fell down and directly drilled into Lee Nanfang's mouth that he did not know when it opened.

"Cough, cough cough."

Lee Nanfang slowly woke up with a light cough.

He did not open his eyes, but he was well aware of his own situation.

Beneath her body was the wooden bed made of Qingshan Women's Prison. Her nose was still breathing the disgusting smell of disinfectant, and the intermittent Female Prisoner's laughter from the past few days still rang in her ears.

He's still here.

The Black Dragon did not really materialize while he was sleeping, carrying him away from this place. Instead, it displayed that image to him in his dreams.

What do you mean?

It was simply telling Lee Nanfang that everything that happened in the Qingshan Women's Prison was just like what happened to Wu Tie before he died.

At that time, Yang Guang already had a premonition of his impending doom. He just wanted to show off his emotions and not ask about the political affairs of the court.

How could Lee Nanfang hope for a Black Dragon that had lost its spirit in this environment to give him the necessary help?

"Sigh, in the end, I still have to rely on myself."

Lee Nanfang muttered and turned over on the bed.

Ever since he had entered the women's prison, he had felt that something had been suppressing her, making him dispirited. He had never even thought of going over to fight back.

Perhaps it was because of the unbearable past that the Black Dragon's will sank.

But Lee Nanfang didn't have any past.

He shouldn't have been able to hold back from taking advantage of those warning aunties. However, he had endured it and even developed a thought that no matter how much he resisted, it was useless.

This kind of feeling was like when a person was sleeping, when they were pressed down by a ghost. No matter how much they struggled in their heart, their body could not move even a single inch.0

"Could it be that the reason is because the yin energy in this women's prison is too dense? "Tsk, what yin qi and yang qi? I don't believe this. I only believe that my life is not up to me."

Lee Nanfang got out of the way and threw away those unrealistic thoughts.

Suddenly, he heard a soft click from the lock of the cell behind him.

The prison gates had been converted into electric gates, and no one could break them open with a piece of metal wire.

Therefore, the people who opened the door were definitely the warning aunties.

"Go on in. This afternoon, he's yours."

It was the voice of the prison guard.

But who was she talking to, and who was it?

Lee Nanfang, who was still confused, turned around and saw more than a dozen of Female Prisoner being let in by the guards' aunts.

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