"What does Your Majesty want to explain?"

Munch looked at them again this time, his eyes clearer. Although the cold wind was blowing so hard that people could hardly stand still, his breath was more stable than before, and he didn't even feel it when he spoke.

It was a dying man speaking.

He said: "After I die, you must remember not to mourn me secretly and continue traveling north."

At this point, he paused and said in a more serious tone: "Don't look back."

Several ministers frowned slightly and looked at each other.

In fact, everyone was already well aware of Munch's condition, and they had already planned to wait until he was gone before turning around and returning to Cullen City. However, they did not expect that at this time, he would repeatedly insist that he was not allowed to turn back.

Everyone was a little embarrassed.

After all, this is said to be the last wish of the monarch. If any of them dares to disobey it, if someone with an intention talks about it in the future, they will inevitably be suspected of bullying the monarch.

Looking at the complicated expressions on everyone's faces, Munch seemed to have known for a long time that they would be hesitant. He sneered and said with a heavier tone: "I have repeatedly reminded you that the life and death of Tan country depends on this trip north.

If you can be consistent and drag the Emperor of the Yan Kingdom to death on this grassland, whether you continue to travel north to find a livable land with abundant water and grass, or return to Kulun City, our country has hope of continuing."

"..."

"However, if you disobey my order and turn around and return to Culun City, Zhu Feng will definitely take advantage of this opportunity to kill you all."

"..."

"Even if Jue doesn't die this time, if he survives, he will definitely do something to our country—"

He paused for a moment when he said this, but it was not that he was out of breath, but he stared at the ministers fiercely, and then said solemnly, word by word: "Kill them all."

These four words seem to be like four knives.

Those ministers felt an inexplicable panic, as if they were about to be driven to a dead end.

After saying these words, Munch's breath became weaker and weaker, as if the little strength he had finally accumulated had been exhausted by the last few words, and was even taken away by the biting cold wind.

He was dying and said: "You must remember it, remember it!"

Several ministers immediately did not dare to say anything.

One of the old ministers knelt beside him and said softly: "We dare not disobey His Majesty's will."

After hearing what he said, Munch finally felt relieved.

He let out a long breath, and this breath was carried by the cold wind, which seemed to have swept away the last bit of heat in his body. He slowly lay back on the soft animal skin and looked up.

Staring at the dark sky, he was extremely tired. He felt as if his eyelids were weighing a thousand pounds. Not only did he want to close his eyes, but it seemed as if he was being dragged down into a bottomless abyss of darkness.

But he still held on to his last breath, cheering up and looking at the sky above his head, his eyes as weak as a candle in the wind.

That gaze seemed to be looking for something.

The minister next to him couldn't help but asked softly: "Your Majesty, what are you looking at?"

"..."

Munch looked at it in silence for a long time. Suddenly, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, which seemed to be a little proud, and said: "I'm watching, I'm watching, how far away he is from me."

Everyone looked at each other and reluctantly realized that he should be talking about Zhu Feng.

How far away is Zhu Feng from them?

Just when everyone didn't know how to answer, they saw Munch smiling and said slowly: "It's not far."

"..."

"He's coming soon."

"..."

At this time, several ministers understood that what he was talking about was not that Zhu Feng was about to catch up with them, but...

Thinking of this, especially when he looked at his pale and bloodless face, his eyes were about to lose their last light like candles in the wind. But even at this time, he still thought about Tan Guo's biggest henchman, and thought about what he wanted to do.

Let the man who wanted to drive them all die together with him on this vast snowy field. Several ministers suddenly felt sad and couldn't help but kneel to the ground and kowtowed with tears in their eyes.

"His Majesty……"

At this time, Munch could no longer hear their voices clearly.

The strong wind roared past, taking away the last bit of his clarity. The stars in his eyes turned into a person's face. That familiar face and bright eyes. The two people were fighting for their lives. He never imagined that he would need to use such a method.

way to determine victory or defeat, life or death.

Meng smiled and said softly: "Zhu Feng, I'll wait for you..."

"..."

"I'm...on the road, waiting for you..."

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The howling wind almost swept away everything in this boundless snowfield.

However, there are always some people who insist on moving forward against the wind.

Although at this time, their hair and eyebrows were covered with snow, and their original appearance was completely unrecognizable, as long as Ran Xiaoyu raised her head, she could see Ye Zheng's back not far in front of her. He looked so familiar.

It's exactly the same as how we've been together day and night for the past few years.

However, there seems to be something different.

She never thought that a person's emotions could be seen just from his back.

She could deeply feel Ye Zheng's eagerness at this moment, as if he wished he could grow a pair of wings from his back so that he could fly to Zhu Feng's side in the next moment.

Speaking of which, ever since the two of them left the Yan Kingdom and sailed to the Western Ocean, they had experienced countless hardships and obstacles, and even had life and death moments, but Ran Xiaoyu had never seen Ye Zheng as panicked as he was now.

But, she seems to understand.

Because the one Ye Zheng wanted to chase was Zhu Feng.

It was Ye Zheng who followed him all his life. Even if people left his side, his heart would always care about him. As soon as he heard the news that he was seriously ill but had left for the snowy field, he immediately rushed back all the way.

After leaving the Great Wall trench, Ye Zheng didn't even look back.

Now, they had been galloping for half a day without eating a morsel of solid food or drinking a sip of water. Although the people could hold on, the horses under them were so tired that white foam dripped from the corners of their mouths.

Thinking of this, Ran Xiaoyu rode hard to catch up and ran to Ye Zheng's side. When she turned her head, she could see that his face was covered with white snow, but his firm eyes were always staring ahead, as if

Nothing in the world could stop him from moving forward at this moment.

Ran Xiaoyu said: "Ye Zheng."

No response.

She shouted loudly again: "Ye Zheng!"

At this time, Ye Zheng seemed to have come back to his senses. He turned to look at Ran Xiaoyu, who was walking at the same pace as him, and frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Ran Xiaoyu said: "Let's take a break. The horse is dying."

"..."

Ye Zheng said nothing and turned to look ahead.

Ran Xiaoyu knew what he was worried about and said, "Don't worry, your Majesty will be fine."
Chapter completed!