Chapter 1163 My Gentle Tyrant (45)

The cool fingertips touched the skin, causing a little shiver.

The sting is only for a moment.

The beauty covered by layers of gauze is silent in the boundless night.

…

Ji Rong woke up very early.

He opened his eyes, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he looked at the person next to him, and his eyes touched that familiar face.

She's still there.

Only then did I feel slightly relieved.

Staring at the woman's beautiful and peaceful sleeping face, Ji Rong gradually fell into a trance.

The emotions flashing through his eyes.

A moment of confusion.

It seems that he hasn't had a headache for a long time, or in other words, since arriving in the modern world, he has never had a headache again, nor has he been so violent that he wants to kill someone.

He seemed to be starting to look like a normal person.

But Ji Rong knew that it was just an appearance.

How can a person who is rotten to the core deserve to have light again?

As the heir to the Ji family dynasty.

When the late emperor was in power, Ji Rong was not the tyrannical king he is today, but the prince Yuan Xian who was praised by everyone. He was full of knowledge, excellent in martial arts, and a handsome young man. Almost everyone thought that he would be the future king. A wise monarch.

then.

Prince Yuan Xian, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, led the army to conquer Xiliang and returned with a great victory. The young man in bright clothes and angry horses was full of outstanding achievements. He should have returned with glory to welcome his own era.

But I don’t know why.

The young prince went on a killing spree on the night he returned from victory.

The generals and companions who fought side by side died in his hands one by one, and the warm blood dyed the boy's white jade-like hands red.

It seems that everything changed from that day on.

All the glory faded away.

The original hero became a criminal.

His temperament has also changed from the gentle and gentle temperament to the violent and murderous nature he is today.

…

Ji Rong lowered her eyelashes, and the corners of Yin Hong's lips curved into a mocking arc.

No one knows why his temperament changed drastically.

Because everyone who knew it was dead.

No one believed it when he told him that it was his good father who sent someone to give him drugs that confused his mind. This made him go crazy and kill like a ferocious beast.

One by one, his companions died in his hands.

Blood stained the sky that night.

Among them were his playmates since childhood, the young man who said he would become a general to assist him when he came to power; there was also his teacher, the mentor who taught him the art of kingship and the way of being a human being; and each and every one of them...

But they all died at his hands.

Until now, he seemed to be able to feel the warmth on his hands.

That is, blood...

During that time, Ji Rong was confused and crazy, not knowing how she got here.

Within a day.

Half sane, half crazy.

It was an accident to find out that his biological father had drugged him.

Ji Rong never imagined that the reason why his good father drugged him was just because he was afraid that he would be more successful and his prestige among the people would exceed that of his father.

That's why he deliberately planned this to destroy Ji Rong.

When she knew all this, Ji Rong almost laughed to tears.

That's why it's so ridiculous.

Let his hands be stained with the blood of his comrades, companions, and mentors.

What the old emperor didn't expect was that Ji Rong would kill him so straightforwardly.

Kill the king with his own hands.

Brave the great injustice of the world.

…

He was pulled into the abyss by his biological father's own hands, and now he is struggling in the mud and can no longer break free.

The headaches are getting worse day by day.