Since the Thirty-Seven Constitutional Calendars, in the hearts of every Federation person, there is an ugly Imperial Man, in their eyes, these cruel enemies of Zuo Tianxing are uncivilized murderous savages, and they are a lower race struggling in a closed and outdated social system.
Just like Xiong Linquan's true emotions when he roared angrily on the Ink Flower Planet, in his opinion, it is impossible for the Imperial people of the dog to have praiseworthy virtues.
Li Feng, who had been fighting against the emperor in Xilin since he was twelve years old, instinctively thought that the imperial people were not good people.
Xu Le squinted his eyes and looked at the starry sky outside the window, thinking of his bizarre background, he couldn't help laughing self-deprecatingly, in the past few years, he had fought for the Federation and fought for the Empire, and it turned out that all the people he killed were his own kindred, and it turned out that he was actually a low-class race in the minds of the Federation.
Clothed in brilliance and guarding his own right and wrong, he has been silent and stubbornly walking on the path he thinks is right, but the white clouds in the sky have not had time to turn into dogs, and the mulberry fields on the ground have not been swallowed by the sea, and the heroes of the Federation have suddenly become prisoners and become poisonous seeds buried deep in the Federation by the imperial people, this strong contrast, no one can easily accept it, Xu Le, who has the roughest nerves in the universe, can only make himself no longer crazy, and forcibly calm down the night sky outside the window.
On the phone, President Pabur asked him if he felt that the whole world was sorry for him, and at this moment, he really had this feeling, an empire outcast standing alone in the prison cell of the Union, as if the whole universe was slowly moving away from him.
A deep, dark feeling of loneliness enveloped his whole body, and he stood quietly by the window all night, until the moon had dispersed, the stars had set, and the horizon of the sky was white.
Schiller once famously said: The coming day is longer than the past year.
The original meaning of this phrase was that the unexperienced future was better and more valuable than all the past combined.
But for Xu Le at this moment, this sentence means that even if he only has one day left to live, he can only spend it in anger, pain, suffering, struggle and confusion, which will be incomparably long.
The newborn Hong Yue struggled to jump out of the horizon, shining on the prison window from the side, Xu Le was awakened by the sudden strong light, subconsciously squinted his eyes, and somehow suddenly remembered that in the past few years since he escaped from Donglin, his truly happy and peaceful words were actually in the simple courtyard in the slum area of the Zuotian Star Domain.
Imperial people are really not born to be good people In fact, he never thought about it like this, Aunt Susan and Paul are good people, and the emperor under the 5460 glacier is also a good person, so even if you are an imperial person, it doesn't matter what kind of person you are.
The thoughts that flickered by were like a bright light, shining in his mind in an instant, and then disappearing, which calmed Xu Le's somewhat confused mind a lot.
After a long silence, he picked up a sharp shard of metal on the ground, pointed it towards the glass, pulled up some long hair, and cut it slowly but carefully, and the black hair slowly fell to his feet with the shard.
The somewhat deformed face on the glass window was still so familiar, but the hairstyle was cut short and almost flat, and it looked extremely messy of different lengths, like a burning weed.
The door of the cell slid open silently, and Tai Zhiyuan, who had a pale and thin face, walked in, kicked the leg of the bed smashed by Xu Le, he moved his steps with some difficulty, walked behind Xu Le, looked at the messy scene around him, and sat directly on the ground after a moment of silence, and carefully put down the metal box in his hand.
Xu Le turned his head to look at Tai Zhiyuan and said hello calmly.
"It's coming" "Well, here we are."
Tai Zhiyuan looked up at his messy short hair, frowned, and replied simply.
In fact, both of them knew that when it had been determined that Xu Le was the seed of the empire, Tai Zhiyuan still came to visit the prison, and how many resources it would take to spend Mo Chou Houshan, and he didn't know what kind of psychological struggle he experienced last night.
"Sit down."
Tai Zhiyuan sat on the ground and greeted, then smiled self-deprecatingly, and said: "Since His Royal Highness the Imperial Prince Delin is your uncle, then you are very likely to be the real crown prince of the empire, and it may really be the bloodline that is at work, no wonder you have never respected me as a fake prince since you knew me." ” "Don't talk nonsense."
Xu Le kicked away the garbage on the ground, sat down directly, and said, "I have never believed in these disgusting bloodlines, even if I am a dung digger, there is no reason to respect you in the way you want to be respected." ” He followed up: "Except that your kung fu is better than me in bed, where are you better than mine?"
Tai Zhiyuan didn't argue with him today, looked at him with a complicated expression, and said: "You are really surprising, I thought that I would see a bloodshot martial madman today, but it turned out that it was still the same you who appeared in front of you." ” "I don't know whether to praise your real surname Pure Grain for being as thick as a bucket, or to laugh at you for being an ignorant and fearless stinky stone, only one night, you accept the fact that you are an Empire."
Tai Zhiyuan smiled mockingly and said, "It took me all night, and I still haven't been able to figure it out. ” "The creature comparison is what you watch, I trust you, and the Charter Computer is just a cold machine, but I don't think it can make mistakes.
So no matter how you think about it, the identity of the Imperials can no longer be shaken off, so what else can be done but to accept it" "Makes sense."
Tai Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, took the metal box and opened it, bowed his head and said seriously: "I will remember the friendship between you and me, and in the future I will tell my descendants that my best friend is an imperial person." ” "I remember you should be getting married this fall."
Xu Le asked.
Tai Zhiyuan replied with a smile: "It's postponed." ” Xu Le was silent.
Tai Zhiyuan pushed the metal box in front of Xu Le and said, "Clear porridge with scallion pancakes, after eating, you can go on the road with peace of mind and die well." ” Xu Le is very sober and calm, no one in the entire federation will help him, even his best friend, this has nothing to do with betrayal, let alone cowardice, only with the endless racial hatred between the federation and the empire for a hundred years.
The last friend sent him on his last journey to get together with the good friend underground, which was not too painful, so after Xu Le took the porridge and scallion pancakes, he simply said hello.
Drinking up the porridge in the box like a whale absorbing water, and eating three pieces of scallion pancakes, Xu Le, who was slightly full, suddenly looked at Tai Zhiyuan and said: "In the last few days, I don't want to eat in the prison cell, can you help arrange it and let them let me go to the big canteen to eat" Tai Zhiyuan vaguely caught some information from his words, Huo Ran raised his head and stared into his eyes.
Xu Le did not evade, looking back at him calmly and persistently, only a strong desire to survive and the most complete sincerity to his friends.
After being silent for a long time, Tai Zhiyuan said softly with an expressionless face: "I'll try." ” To be continued: