Chen Long said, "I will go kill Gongsun Yanming."
Everyone sighed and facepalmed.
Here we go again.
Meng Qianqian spoke earnestly, "Brother, even if you kill him, there will be another Gongsun Yanming. Our enemy is not him alone; it is the entire Thousand Mechanism Pavilion. It is the destiny and national fortunes that Emperor Liang believes in."
Lu Yuan pondered deeply and said, "I have an idea."
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After surviving both the perilous descent down the mountain and the firestorm, Mr. Zimu had been confined to bed for seven or eight days before he finally managed to get up.
As soon as he sat up, a dagger was pressed against his throat.
Mr. Zimu glanced at the wielder and said indifferently, "What now?"
Lu Yuan, with one foot planted on the edge of the bed, exuded an air of roguish menace as he threatened, "Do you want to live or die?"
Mr. Zimu replied, "I want to die."
Lu Yuan: "..."
"Fine, I'll take you down the mountain."