C1213 Death-Death-Death-Death-Healing (1/2)

The Chun Sanshiniang had not left the Ryukyu ever since the order was issued. Xiao Letian mainly wanted to use her subordinates to deal with some of the spies in the Ryukyu.

Because Xiao Letian did not dare to guarantee if there were any spies within the Ryukyu, he was afraid that the spy within the Qing Dynasty would escape in advance. Therefore, the ones who executed the mission today were not Wang Huaiyuan, but the Chun Sanshiniang and the chrysanthemum.

The mission was completed smoothly, but some accident happened. Sakamoto Ryoma, who was secretly hiding in Shouli City, actually wanted to dig her own stomach and commit suicide. Luckily, the Chun Sanshiniang caught a spy inside the Shouli City, otherwise, Sakamoto Ryoma would have been dead for sure.

Sakamoto Ryoma's hands were very steady. The sharp costal deviation was made by the most famous swordsmith in the capital. The cold blade pierced his skin, and the sweat began to roll down his forehead.

In other words, the more painful it was, the more successful he would become, and the more imposing he would become as a warrior.

Therefore, he walked very slowly with his blade, unlike those timid warriors who quickly opened up his wounds. He had to carefully feel the pain when the blade cut through his own flesh and fat.

The costal deviation walked very slowly, and was about to pierce into's internal organs very quickly. Sakamoto Ryoma even had an illusion in front of him, as if he was looking at the countless souls of Belait who had died a wronged death.

He smiled, ”I offer my pain to you, I will not live alone, I promise you... ”I will experience ten times the pain of death compared to all of you. No matter if I can atone for it or not, I will at least do it …”

Fresh blood flowed onto the tatami, quickly dying it red. The farewell book was right in front of them, and on it was written Sakamoto Ryoma's redemption letter.

”Goodbye!” This five turbid and evil world! ” He bellowed as he prepared to stab his wrist into the internal organs. If he were to do so, his intestines would be cut off. With his current medical standards, there was no way he could have saved his injuries.

”Sakamoto Ryoma... Are you crazy! ” A loud shout came from outside the window as a meteor pierced through the window straight towards Mr. Ryoma's hand.

A sharp silver hairpin hit the back of Mr. Ryoma's hand and directly pierced through his hand. The trembling costal deviation slipped out of his hand and casually cut open his abdomen, creating a perfect cut with one word.

Bang bang bang … In the loud noise, a few CIA experts broke down the doors and windows as they rushed in. Chun Sanshiniang led a group of people to control Sakamoto Ryoma with all their might, some holding onto his hands, some grabbing his legs, and some bandaging him up.

”Lord …” ”I saw that there weren't any internal injuries. As long as we tightly sew up and make sure it doesn't fester, there won't be any danger …”

Chun Sanshiniang was enraged, she rushed forward and gave her big mouth a slap, ”Pu * * y!” If you have the ability to commit suicide, why don't you take responsibility? ”Coward …”

Sakamoto Ryoma received a huge slap on his face but he did not get angry. He looked at Chun Sanshiniang and laughed: ”You do not understand our Japanese samurai, we choose to atone for our sins with death, and it's the most painful one at that, isn't that the same as taking responsibility?”

”The slaughter started because of me, so it naturally ended because of my death. The cycle of reincarnation in this world can only end up like this …”

Aunt Thirteen did not understand this bullsh * t argument. She scolded, ”If you're dead, you're dead. Suicide is cowardice. Being brave and living and wiping your butt is the right thing to do!” I don't know what happened to you, but I guess that's all it was... Go and find the Prime Minister to explain this to him. If you want to die, you have to get the Prime Minister to judge you and warn those who come later. Only then will those who die be worthy! ”

”Someone come!” Bandage his wound and carry it away! ”Let's go see the prime minister …”

The injured Sakamoto Ryoma no longer had the power to protest. He could only sigh and allow these people to carry him onto a stretcher, before stuffing him into a carriage as he drove towards the Great Prime Minister's Manor.