You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 172 How can this love end like this?

Suddenly, there was a flaw.

As soon as Li Li turned around, the people around him jumped up suddenly.

Some people pounced on him and stabbed Ling Shumo with their swords.

This situation happened so suddenly that no one could react.

However, these soldiers of the wing army are not even a little bit inferior to the Xuanli soldiers.

Compared to the embarrassment of being injured by the sleeve arrow before, this time it was Ling Shumo who took the initiative to come.

Therefore, no matter how badly injured he was, he would not be defeated by these ruffian soldiers who could not even beat gangsters and thugs on weekdays.

"Crack!"

It was the sound of the body being torn apart. Li Li looked at his left abdomen and found a deep scratch.

It took him a moment to notice that the sword that was originally heading for his heart was blocked by his body turning sideways.

"Master Li...Master Li..."

The people around couldn't help but surround him and support the person who had fallen to the ground.

Li Li covered his abdomen and took a few breaths: "Ling Shumo, you are so good, I will impeach you!"

Ling Shumo looked at him, and suddenly reacted, realizing in a trance what he had done.

He suddenly asked calmly: "What happened six years ago?"

The voice was gentle and the face was gentlemanly.

But this person's voice was trembling, not to mention the terrifying strength in his hands.

The people around took the initiative to step forward, but did not dare to get close at all.

After all, at this time Ling Shumo was pulling on Lord Li's collar, while Chen Xingyi was holding a sword and knocking away the swords of the people around him.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. There were only five sleeve arrows at the beginning and no one dared to move.

Li Li snorted, "The previous emperor dismissed all officials because of the painting he drew, which was the best in the world. It is said that as long as the content of the painting is obtained, the government and the country can be controlled."

"Abai said that it was not a painting that controlled the government and the people, it was just your imagination!" Ling Shumo scolded.

The person opposite him stared at him closely, and he vomited a mouthful of red liquid, not knowing where he got the strength from.

"That's what he said." Li Li sneered, "No matter how he was tortured, he refused to change his words."

Really no one would believe it.

What painter doesn’t paint talented men and beautiful women, beautiful scenery of rivers and mountains, and the prosperity of all things?

Painting statues of ordinary people is not a good idea. Little do people know that painters can paint thousands times more pictures of beautiful women and handsome men.

Therefore, instead of asking the late emperor to dismiss all officials by painting ordinary people, it would be better to tell everyone that what was painted was the dirty deeds behind the officials, which were groundless evidence of their crimes.

Ling Shumo stared at him, his eyes filled with heartache and resentment.

Others may not understand, but I do.

Abai is completely different from other painters. How can he imprison or kill people just because of such imagination?

"Who imprisoned you?"

"Guess who wants to get it? Even if you can't get this painting, if you get this person, you can let him draw another one exactly the same!"

Li Li smiled, and suddenly felt his heart aching more and more.

I want this painting... to hunt down...

Ling Shumo continued to piece together all the information, and suddenly asked in a hoarse voice in his throat.

"Chen Xingyi, who is your master?"

The person opposite also stood there in a daze, his eyes became increasingly dark, and even his whole body became a little unnatural.

Chen Xingyi shuddered. He had no idea that this was what Han Miaoran had experienced before. He could only stammer:

"I'm sorry I can't tell you."

"My master is kind to me. My boss is loyal to me as a brother. Lord Ling is a friend! All I can say is, don't fight him."

It's obvious that I don't want to say it out loud.

A man who could assassinate the powerful prime minister of the time, could openly transport the then world-famous painter directly from the Criminal Court and imprison him in an airtight manner.

They could even fake a death in public and have their residence confiscated.

Only the few princes who held great power at that time, or one of the two Empress Dowagers, could do it.

Ling Shumo closed his eyes deeply and sadly: "I understand..."

He couldn't help but feel sad. According to Ah Bai's clear-cut personality, he probably had no idea who had imprisoned him, which was why he hid his pain after regaining his memory.

Never mind, the person is gone...

Between heaven and earth, pursuing these things is just to fulfill the little wish in my heart...

After the grief, Ling Shumo suddenly turned around.

His eyes dimmed, he didn't want to tell this in public, but he was so irritated that he couldn't keep silent.

"Then I'll tell you something too. You blame yourself for being burned while painting. That's why you burned him. You're wrong!"

Li Li tilted his neck back in a daze: "I... saw with my own eyes that he had the picture of my death."

The man opposite him seemed to be glaring at him deliberately: "But the one who did all these things was actually your biological father - my former mentor, Master Li!"

absurd!

What parent doesn’t love their children?

Li Simeng had been kind to him since he was a child, and had never beaten or scolded him. Even when he was recovering from the burn, he was even better and treated him with everything he asked for.

He didn't believe a word of these words.

In an instant, he vomited again out of anger and passed out.

Seeing that this person seemed to be unable to move, Ling Shumo jumped out of the group of people, and the whole area seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

Amid the shadows of the trees, only Ling Shumo was left staring intently ahead. He stood up and ran towards another place, moving forward quickly.

Unlike before, the repeated separations and deaths have made Ling Shumo no longer calm and composed.

He is not a saint and cannot remain silent every time.

There really is no such rational gentleman.

"Master Ling, where are you going when you are injured?"

Chen Xingyi chased after him, trying to call out to him.

After all, he is the boss's favorite. It would be bad if he ran around with an injury and something happened to him.

"roll!"

These were the heaviest words spoken by this usually gentle and polite man.

This is probably the only swear word I have ever said in my life.

He didn't care about his injured shoulder at all and went straight back.

Chen Xingyi and he had traveled in a hurry before, and it took them a whole day and night to walk here, but now they had to go back.

By the time Chen Xingyi stood still, Ling Shumo had already fallen down, trying hard to cover his shoulder.

Excessive grief, the sorrow in my heart becomes more intense...

Ling Shumo was carried by Chen Xingyi in a daze, with his eyes half closed.

There were countless nebulae streaking across the starry sky, and various Douluo figures were densely packed in it. Figures flashed back, but the shadows that should have been seen could not be seen.

"Abai is gone..."

"He's gone again..."

"Why am I always late?"

……

He spoke these words intermittently, and it seemed as if he was more resentful of himself.

My body seemed to be held by something, and I recalled all the scenes in a daze.

Thinking that person was the only classmate who would tease me when I was studying in a foreign place.

We grew up together, knew each other's preferences, could even read his calligraphy and paintings, and believed in everything he did unconditionally.

How can God say that such a deep love is over?