698 Suicide (1/2)

This wasn't the first time that Gu Shenwei faced an assassination from a kid. Back at Xiaoyao Lake, the little prince of the Hui Kingdom had also tried once. But this time the means and the outcome were completely different.

The little prince of the Hui Kingdom had gotten a box of hidden weapons from Shangguan Yun and covered himself very well before making a move; in the end, he was a nontrivial threat to Gu Shenwei but his attempt had also cost him four of his fingers.

By comparison, Shulitu didn't have that many tricks. As the Dragon King approached him, he drew his first dagger which was promptly knocked into the air. Then he immediately produced another dagger, the one left by his father. And instead of stabbing at the Dragon King, he stabbed at himself.

Gu Shenwei grabbed the dagger hilt and coldly looked at this precocious child.

Shulitu was very smart but he had never met real kung fu experts before. His seemingly clever move was very childish in front of the Dragon King. He looked a bit disappointed but wasn't flustered by his failure at all. Though he was facing with two adults, he neither offered an explanation nor begged for mercy.

Fang Wenshi was astonished and came to his senses after a long stupor. Confused, he asked, ”What the hell are you doing?”

Shulitu still refused to open his mouth, but Gu Shenwei had already figured out his intention. ”He wants to die here and then have me charged with the crime of murdering the Khan's descendant.”

Fang Wenshi felt that this boy's idea was so weird that he almost laughed out loud. Then he immediately realized that if Shulitu really had died here, it would be a serious blow to the Dragon King, who had just managed to win the allegiance of a small group in the Norland. The status of the little puppet was so important that, without the sick child, the Dragon King could only lead the thousand female soldiers and flee from the prairie.

”You… Aren't you afraid of death?” asked Fang Wenshi angrily. He once thought that Shulitu was willing to accept his fate of being controlled and didn't expect that this little kid actually harbored such evil intentions.

Strangely, Gu Shenwei found that he actually understood and even agreed with Shulitu's decision. It was not that he was smarter than the counselor but rather that he had a similar mindset. During his first two years at Golden Roc Castle, if committing suicide could avenge his family, he would not hesitate to do so.

In Shulitu's eyes, the Dragon King was his enemy. ”I'm afraid of death everyday, but not today.”

Fang Wenshi became more and more confused. This kid had too many contradictory qualities: naive and precocious, timid and reckless, easy-going and obstinate, and an eternally mystifying nature. ”If you were three or four years older, I would advise the Dragon King to kill you. If you were a few years younger, I would spank you myself. Kid, have you ever thought about how your mother and the rest of your family would be in danger because of your actions?”

”My mother is dead. The Khan's family is like a towering tree and King Riying is just one of its branches. Even if a whole branch falls off, the tree will still be there, growing well.”

Fang Wenshi shook his head, turned to the Dragon King, and said, ”I think we need a teacher, maybe beating his palm is the most effective teaching method.”

”Let me talk to him alone.”

Fang Wenshi continued shaking his head as he walked towards the exit. He was not worried about the safety of the Dragon King. The only thing on his mind was a single question. ”Someone must have told him to do this. Children are too simple and easily deceived.” Fang Wenshi had already found and pinned an excuse for Shulitu's behavior.

When only the two of them were left in the tent, Gu Shenwei returned the dagger to Shulitu.

He stared at the Dragon King for a while before he took the dagger back and carefully sheathed it. ”Your kung fu is very good.”

”Have you seen many kung fu practitioners before?”

”No.”

”Then you have no right to judge my kung fu.”

Shulitu was speechless. ”All right, everything I said was bullshit. I don't know how good your kung fu is.”

This kid was a bit strange. Gu Shenwei looked at him from another angle and instead viewed him as a strange-looking adult and then felt that he was much more normal. ”We need to talk.”

”You're going to say that you did not kill the Khan and that my father's death also has nothing to do with you.”

”Hmm.”

Shulitu looked up as if his mind had drifted away earlier and had taken him a long time to return to reality. ”Go ahead.”

”I didn't kill the Khan, and your father's death also has nothing to do with me.”

Shulitu was stunned and couldn't help but laugh. He carefully sized up the Dragon King again several times and then looked at the legendary devil again with renewed interest. ”You're not quite like what I expected.”

”And you are more naughty than I thought.” Gu Shenwei took tit for tat. He had found the little lord's pride and could not back down in this respect.

”It's because you are being too ambitious. A notorious devil of the Western Regions actually wants to control the descendant of the Khan and honestly expects me to obediently be its puppet. Sorry, but I can't accept that. Although being a puppet is my destiny, the puppeteer must be from the royal lineage.”

”Do you really care about this kind of thing?”

”It's not only me. The entirety of the Norland regards the blood lineage of the Khan as sacred. This is the foundation behind the unity and strength of the prairie.”

After hearing this from a twelve years old boy, Gu Shenwei could not help but remark in a sarcastic tone, ”Have you met with many people of the Norland?”

Shulitu's sore point was hit again. He understood many things, some of which were taught by others, and some of which he had figured out himself. But nearly all of it was empty talk. His emaciated body had greatly limited his movements and gave him have little opportunity to prove his ideas.

”Even if the whole Norland is tired of the Khan's family, I will not let a foreigner rule the prairie through my hands.”

”You seem to think quite highly of me. Since you believe in the Norland people's loyalty to the Khan, you should know that I can never truly take over the prairie.”

Shulitu felt tired and sat down on a chair with his legs closed and hands on his knees like an obedient little slave girl. ”Times change. I knew that this succession for the throne was different from normal the night that the Khan was murdered and the kings started their scuffle.”