Chapter 998 If I Tell You to Die, You Must Die!

Could it be that I really did something wrong...

In the snow outside the theater, Wen Silin, who got off the carriage, did not immediately go to the theater door to attend the banquet. Instead, he leaned against the side of the carriage like a spear beside him, stood quietly in the falling snowflakes, folded his arms, and touched them gently. The left arm was bandaged with a wound cloth, his face was gloomy and decadent, and his expression was in a trance.

Regardless of whether he wanted to or not, the keen hearing of an air-level warrior clearly picked up the discussions in the distance, including the undisguised ridicule and resentment... To be honest, Wen Silin didn't really mind this. When he betrayed his master and personally sent the spear into the back of the sea tower, he had already expected and prepared for this situation.

It's really ridiculous, what do they know...

Who knows the far-reaching influence of the Sword God's lineage in the empire better than myself, a former disciple of the Sword God? It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the master...as long as the Sword God is well, then no matter who ascends the throne and is crowned, they cannot ignore the Sword God's opinion and must first obtain the Sword God's approval... It is precisely because of this. Nothing wrong. .s. At the moment when the Sword God fell, backlash effects from all aspects followed.

The Sword God is going to die, and the Sword God lineage is going to end. Just as big trees are about to fall and mountains are about to collapse, at this time, who will care about the life and death of the birds in the trees and the animals in the mountains? Not to mention other things, who can withstand the huge pressure from the Temple of Light, the enemies of the Sword God lineage?

In this way, I have chosen a strong backer for my family to ensure that the family's glory remains intact and its inheritance continues. Just like what most of you are doing now, adding insult to injury to the Second Prince's power, surrendering to the First Prince...

Did I do something wrong?

No, I did nothing wrong! there has never been--

Clenched his fists. The snowflakes falling on my shoulders suddenly began to rustle down. Wen Silin took a long breath of hot breath. Like a wild beast caught in a trap. His eyes were fierce. Immediately he raised his hand into his arms, took out a small brown square box, opened it, took out a fine cigarette, and lit it...

The smoke was rising, probably because I didn't smoke often. I was a little clumsy in lighting the cigarette, and I was also coughing a bit. Wen Silin's eyes were slightly red. The expression on the face behind the smoke is even more confused...

Since I did nothing wrong, why do you insist on clinging to me? Why are even the tribesmen like this...

Yes, Wen Silin could ignore the looks and remarks of others, but he couldn't let go of the vaguely alienated attitude of the clan members around him. I believe that no matter who this matter is placed on, they will not be able to care!

All his actions were obviously for the honor of the family. Previously, it was because of the support and encouragement from all the elders in the family that he betrayed his master and killed his senior brother. Even the wound on his left arm. They were all left behind in the fierce battle with the group of bandits who broke into the manor at night in the past two days to save the people in the clan... He had done everything he could. He also gave everything, including his reputation. So, why do they look at me as if they are looking at a man-eating monster... They don't even want to look at me... Why?

They are not human inside or outside! well, why!

"Young Master." When Wen Silin's body trembled slightly and he gasped for breath due to doubts and anger, a guard approached in fear, "The Master has already led the tribe in first. He asked me to tell you that the theater guards have already said hello. Yes, you can go in through the side door with your gun. And... don't care what others say, it will all pass."

After saying this, Wen Silin waved impatiently, and the family guard immediately bowed and backed away as if he had been granted amnesty.

Haha, look, they are not even willing to go in with me...

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, Wen Silin chuckled to himself, and shook his head without knowing the meaning.

Under the snowflakes in the sky, Wen Silin leaned in the shadow of the carriage on the roadside, in sharp contrast to the main entrance of the theater not far away where laughter and laughter continued.

Between light and darkness, one is deserted and the other is lively, like two completely different worlds!

After a moment, sneeze - half of the cigarette fell into the snow, the green smoke was faint, and the hot red cigarette butt also melted into small pieces of snowflakes after sacrificing its own fire source. Immediately, Wen Silin reached out and grabbed a cold spear beside him. While shaking off the snow flakes on his body, he also straightened his expression and strode towards the side door of the theater expressionlessly.

In the meantime, of course you will meet aristocratic acquaintances who come to the banquet. But Wen Silin walked straight away without looking away, as if he hadn't seen him before, with no intention of saying hello. Of course, no one would come up to say hello to him. Some, it’s just the strange look in the eyes after hastily retreating and dodging, as if looking at a god of plague who has suddenly descended on the world...

However, there are exceptions. Just when Wen Silin was about to step onto the side door steps, suddenly, a harsh voice came from the side,

"Hey, isn't this Wen Silin? Long time no see... You bitch, you still have the nerve to come out now?" The seemingly familiar greeting was followed by a sharp turn of sarcasm, which made Wen Silin's face suddenly darken and he paused. At the bottom of the steps, the nobles on the side were either shocked or stunned.

Just like what a noble said just now, Wen Silin was born in the lineage of sword gods after all, and he has outstanding talent and there is no doubt about his strength. Therefore, although everyone present despised his character, they still did not dare to say some unpleasant words openly out of fear of his strength, at least not to his face. And now the harsh tone was undoubtedly a direct expression of these words that he dared not say. It was a completely tearful attitude. Naturally, the hearts of the onlookers tightened, fearing that Wen Silin would suddenly go crazy, which would affect them and cause another commotion. celebration.

However, when everyone heard the sound and turned to the owner of the harsh voice, their expressions couldn't help but be startled, suddenly enlightened, and then relaxed.

It turned out to be him? That’s not surprising…

It's really not surprising. Looking at Philip on the steps with an undisguised expression of ridicule, Wen Silin's face twitched, and he unconsciously looked away, lowering his head and turning to the steps, intending to avoid it.

From beginning to end, Wen Silin didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, nor did he feel that anyone had the right to laugh at him. But this obviously does not include the Sword God lineage and Philip's family who were deeply hurt by him.

"What?" Philip stepped sideways at the same time, stopped in front of Wen Silin again, and said sarcastically, "You Wen Silin have the guts to betray the master, but don't have the guts to talk to me?"

"Get out of the way!" Wen Silin finally couldn't bear it any longer and growled in a deep voice, "Today is the eldest prince's coronation celebration, and I don't want to conflict with you."

"Wow, are you going to attack me? Okay, come on!" Philip exaggeratedly leaned back and spread his hands, without losing his sarcasm, "Anyway, you dare to kill your senior brother Haita, so what do you think I am? You think so? Come on - come on! Kill me with the magic weapon forged by your grandfather who traveled all over the world and worked tirelessly to collect materials for you!"

There was a sudden violent roar, Wen Silin's body suddenly trembled slightly, and his palms tightly grasped the gun body, making a creaking sound.

There was a moment of silence.

"What are you afraid of - Wen Silin, look up at me!" Roaring and hissing, Philip suddenly stepped down the stone steps and stood in front of Owens, like a ferocious monster with a devouring expression, "What the hell are you, what the hell are you? Lift your head and look at me! Look at Senior Brother Haita who was killed by you! Look at Master Sword God who is extremely disappointed in you!"

Taking a step back, he subconsciously raised his head after hearing the sound, and faced the fiery eyes in front of him that could not be covered by the boundless wind and snow. He once again unconsciously looked away, and immediately saw the disdainful gazes, scornful expressions, and , his father stood behind the crowd and waved to him with a sullen face...

Obviously, no one wants to see a conflict here, especially the conflict between Wen Silin, who betrayed his master, and Philip, who came to find him, including Wen Silin's father's tribe.

So Wen Silin could only turn around in shame and leave alone before entering the theater to participate in the celebration.

I have to say, this scene is quite ironic. You must know that the current celebration is an occasion for the eldest prince's side to share the fruits of victory, and Philip has never been on the eldest prince's side. He has always been closer to the second prince. However, Wen Silin, who had gained so much infamy for his trading name, had successfully joined the First Prince, now had no chance to attend the victory celebration. Not even the First Prince's forces around him, no one stood up to speak for him. On the contrary, they all looked like they wished he could leave as soon as possible...

Everyone betrays their relatives and leaves!

"Coward! Bastard! Bit of a bitch -" Although Wen Silin left sadly, Philip behind him obviously did not intend to let him go so easily. He glared angrily, poking at the former's back, and his yells and curses echoed in front of the theater door in the roaring wind and snow. , "Do you think it will end if you avoid me? You will die - Wen Silin, I guarantee that you will die -"

"Young Master, you..." Amidst the stern curses, the family coachman looked at Wen Silin, who was approaching with a gloomy face, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask stammering questions, fearing to anger him.

"Walk!"

"Go...where?"

"Go back!" There was a bang. Of course, Wen Silin would not argue with a coachman. He walked a few steps and got into the family carriage in a slightly embarrassed manner. He shook his hands and slammed the door, "...this madman!"

"Run? You dare to run! Even if you hide in Beihuang, bastard, I, Philip, will send people to hunt you down... I will kill you!"

"Ahem, Sir Philip, calm down. He has already left. I can't hear you..." After all, it was a celebration, so it was naturally inappropriate to curse here. So after seeing Wenslin's carriage turn around the intersection and disappear quickly, an old nobleman quickly stepped forward to hold the furious Philip, and kept speaking to comfort him.

However, "Calm down...am I angry?". Philip, who was blaming others a moment ago, suddenly became strangely quiet at this moment. He looked at the stunned old nobleman with a puzzled expression, straightened his clothes and said, "Are you kidding me? I am a noble nobleman with grace, how can I get angry for no reason?" I don’t understand what you are talking about... By the way, I am going in to attend the banquet. Can you come in? If not, I will leave first..."

"Uh..." All the nobles present were speechless after hearing this. The speed at which they turned against each other was simply amazing. And your Imperial Capital Flower Wolf is elegant? Well, this is the biggest joke today... However,

What the nobles who were dumbfounded and speechless did not notice was that when Philip stepped into the side door of the theater, he turned his head slightly, squinted at the snowy intersection where Owens' carriage disappeared, and curved the corners of his mouth, revealing a strange smile...

Do you really think I'm joking?

hehe……

If I tell you to die, you must die!

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