Prison Dragon

Chapter 163

Yang You tried to recall the unreasonable fear that once dominated him, but found that he couldn't describe it in words, and even just trying to face it was a bit difficult.

He can deeply understand Yang Zhen's feelings. It doesn't take long for all kinds of twisted deaths in the illusion to break people's minds.

Yang Zhen stumbled and ran out of the Xuanzheng Hall, and was welcomed back to the bedroom by the maids.As soon as he returned to the bedroom, he ignored the stains on his trousers, went into the room and found Yuxi and hugged him tightly, even when he was taking a bath, he didn't let go.

Finally at night, Yang Zhen held Yuxi in his arms, not daring to fall asleep, and leaned against the head of the bed to support his tired eyes.

Ao Chen walked in from outside the palace and told the palace people to retreat.

No, Yang You finally understood what made him feel inconsistent all the time.

If Ao Chen's body was still free during the reign of Emperor Gaozu Yang Shuo, then of course everyone could see it.

But even from Emperor Wu's reign, Ao Chen's body had long been confined in the lake and had to appear as a spirit body. Didn't he say that only special people could see it?

Why since Emperor Wu, everyone can still see his spirit body?

"What's wrong?" Ao Chen asked.

Yang Zhen was taken aback by him, and tremblingly replied: "Why are you here?"

Ao Chen frowned, "Didn't I always come at this time?"

"Really?" Yang Zhen said stiffly, "I'm a little confused."

"You look very bad." Ao Chen said standing in front of the bed.

Yang Zhen slowly withdrew his hand from his arms and touched his face, "I just had a nightmare. I dreamed that my world is gone."

Ao Chen pondered, looking at his expression, he should be thinking about something seriously, and finally he said: "No, within ten years, there will be no disaster that shakes the foundation of Qi State, so you don't have to worry about your throne."

Yang Zhen turned his head to look at Ao Chen quietly, and made an expression that could barely be called a smile, "Since you said that, I must be worrying too much."

Yang Zhen hugged Yuxi and lay down slowly, covered the quilt, Ao Chen walked to his bedside and looked down at him, and said flatly, "How many years have you been emperor?"

"The fourth year." Yang Zhen said, "Sometimes when I think about the past, I really don't know how many things I have experienced."

Ao Chen seemed to have something to say, Yang Zhen smiled, "Don't worry, I will definitely remember the agreement with you, and I will definitely find the eye."

"I'm tired," Yang Zhen shrank into the quilt, "I'll rest tonight, you don't need to stay here."

He closed his eyes after speaking.

Ao Chen nodded, and then disappeared on the spot.

Yang Zhen simply fell asleep. After a while, he opened his eyes and said to himself, "Don't let him find out...don't let him find out... I want to go to court in another place and seal the Xuanzheng Hall No, no, it’s not enough to seal it up, you have to ask a Taoist priest to block the entrance, so that he can’t find out..."

Yang Zhen hugged the jade seal in his arms tightly, and hugged his most noble wealth by himself, not allowing anyone to take it away.

"I'm sorry, Ao Chen." Yang Zhen's voice trembled slightly, but he was determined, "I can't lose the throne. You know how difficult it was when I was the crown prince, and you will understand me right. If there is no throne, I have nothing left..."

Waking up the next morning, Yang You found himself in Yang Zhen's body, and Yang You knew the ending without thinking about it.

This is a harbinger of death, but unfortunately only he knows it.

Instead of wearing a dragon robe, the emperor put on the eunuch's clothes and sneaked into the Yanying Hall.

This is the residence he specially allocated to the regent to stay in the palace. He had already given Yang Yong a signal when he left the court today, and he would bring Taoist Huangshi to wait for Yang Zhen here.

The spring is warm, the yellow warbler holds the branches, and the royal cats lie lazily on the ground to bask in the sun.

Yang Zhen cautiously entered the Hall of Yanying through the side door, and Yang Yong was the only one waiting in the remote hut.

"Why are you the only one here?" Yang Zhen asked anxiously, "Didn't I tell you to bring Huangshi here?"

"What does Your Majesty want the Daoist to do?" Yang Yong stood up and replied calmly. Compared with Yang Zhen's panic and haste, his attitude of being too calm was very strange.

Yang Zhen didn't notice it, and was still anxiously asking for Huangshi's information.

"Ah, Your Majesty," Yang Yong said slowly, "Isn't Daoist Huangshi behind you?"

Yang Zhen's eyes widened, with a smile on his face, followed by severe pain in his neck, and he couldn't breathe at the same time.

At some point, Taoist Huangshi was already standing behind him, holding a strong oiled hemp rope in his hand, strangling Yang Zheng's neck tightly.

A few tears flowed from the corners of Yang Yong's eyes, "Brother, do you want to untie the Prisoner Dragon Formation? If you hadn't been fascinated by the monster dragon, and you must offer it with both hands of Qi Guo, how could I attack you? "

Yang Zhen's face was flushed red and gradually turned purple. He struggled to reach out and grab Yang Yong to explain, but he couldn't even reach the corner of his brother's clothes. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he couldn't complete a simple breath.

Taoist Huangshi's hands were strong, and he strangled Yang Zhen to death almost instantly, and Yang You's soul was ejected from Yang Zhen's body, suspended in the air.

A huge suction force pulled him to fly towards the sky. In the last few glances, he saw Ao Chen rushing to the scene almost immediately after Yang Zhen died, and was immediately injured by Taoist Huangshi who was lying in ambush, kneeling on the ground. A large pool of blood spewed out on the ground.

Taoist Huangshi wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but Ao Chen escaped in time.

Yang You heard Huang Shi say coldly: "Your Majesty, don't worry, my palm has already hurt the dragon's soul, and I think I won't be able to come out to make trouble for a while."

"For a period of time, how long is it, the king must listen to the truth."

"About a hundred years."

"A hundred years... What if he reappears after a hundred years?"

"..."

"Ah... ah... ah..." Yang You lay on the ground panting violently, with a severed arm in front of his eyes, and a solid block of ice under his body.

Looking up, there is no scenery, only the sky is pure white, and blood flowers are winding under the feet.

Did he... break through the illusion and come back?

But why hasn't the formation changed?

Just as he was thinking this way, there was a slight sound in his ears, like the river thawing in early spring, and the ice surface made a crisp cracking sound.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the ice he was sleeping on, but they were just cracks, and there were no more changes.A thick white mist suddenly rose in the ice room, Yang You forcefully cut the wound open, and used the real pain to drive away the residual fantasy of death in his mind. He really did not die, and his body did not show any symptoms of excessive bleeding.

He was right.

But what will it be if it survives the illusion?

Yang You got up, looked at the white mist rising from the ground, covering the bloody pattern, and gradually approached him.

The white mist was like a signal. Being in the mist, Yang You could only hear the continuous bang and loud noises, and the ice cubes under him trembled violently. He could feel himself being bumped up and down continuously. It felt like someone He wanted to forcibly squeeze the steps in the ice room flat, but he couldn't see what was going on under the ice layer. The only thing he was sure of was the huge ice under his feet.

Yang You touched the edge of the giant ice with his fingers, trying to stabilize himself, but he didn't want the ice to be slippery, so he was thrown off in a violent shaking.

The feeling of falling made Yang You feel that he might be thrown to death. Fortunately, the place where he fell was not high, and apart from the sharp pain from his back and a touch of fishy sweetness from the tip of his tongue, there was no too much damage.

The ice was still shaking violently, Yang You couldn't stand still, was thrown back and forth, and had a lot of bruises on his body.for a moment

, the white mist receded, and the ice layer became stable.

Yang You stood up with difficulty, and there was a slight pain from the end of the sternum. It seemed that some bones were injured, but the problem was not serious.

The original stairs turned into a plain, and the only protrusion was the huge ice in front of them.

The surface of the giant ice was covered with cracks, and the cracks were soaked in Yang You's blood, spreading out layer by layer in the transparent ice, which had a strange beauty.

Yang You walked around the huge ice, and found that there seemed to be a shallow handprint on one side of the huge ice.The entire ground has been covered by Yang You's blood, turning into a coagulated blood pool. Yang You waited for a long time but did not wait for further changes.

The only anomaly that could be found was the handprints on the giant ice.

He compared it with his two hands, and found that his left hand could almost fit in it, and it was much smaller than the handprint. Yang You cut open the palm of his left hand and stuck it on the ice.

"Ah!" A huge force started from his palm and sucked his whole body onto the giant ice. Yang You didn't react, and slammed into it fiercely, and his eyes were instantly dark.

At the same time, countless tiny red dots appeared in the air. Looking carefully, they were all finely shattered ice crystals with blood on them. The edges were sharp, very sharp, but small and hard to detect.

Yang You finally opened his eyes, and heard the whirring of the wind in his ears again. The wind blew up at some point in the sealed ice room, and the ice crystals rolled in from all directions, and countless air currents brought sharp ice crystals into his body. , from the skin to the blood, and from the blood to the bone marrow, with a bone-piercing cold, his whole body seemed to be divided into thousands of pieces by tiny ice crystals, his throat was also frozen, and he couldn't even cry out in pain.

The skin and flesh of the whole body seemed to be sliced ​​off by the cold wind and ice crystals one by one, chopped into pieces, and the extreme cold numbness gradually spread from the extremities.

I don't know if he was dazzled, but he felt that the walls around him were pressing towards him, and an unknown force pressed him against the huge ice from behind, and he could even hear the rattling sound from the bones.

This is not an illusion, he might really die here!

In this kind of extreme pain, it was rare for him to remain sober, and then this little sobriety kept reminding him that he was in pain.

go... go...

The cries in his heart were overwhelming one after another, and the instinct for survival had completely taken over all his rationality.

I want to leave……

I gave up……

This is not something I can imagine. I really don't have the courage and ability to keep promises.

Can't I just give up? ! !