Chapter 1118

My Empire Chapter 1118

2020-11-03

Chapter 1118 1120 Kill some more

When large doses of potions and magical energy are injected into Gurlo's body , There was a slight phenomenon of returning light and returning to his body.

The shriveled, already gray skin revealed a little rosy, and the already thin and unsightly chest, even the naked eye visibly rose and fell slightly.

Gurlo, who was wearing an oxygen mask, finally had a little bit of blood on his face after a few breaths.

And on that frail face that was no longer like Gurlo, a pair of spiritless eyes also opened slightly.

It is painful for people who are bedridden for a long time. Gurlo has been able to persist until now, almost completely relying on his own spirit strength that he is not willing to leave.

However, no matter how strong spirit strength, no matter how unwilling obsession, it will still not be able to withstand the ravages of time and the aging of the body.

It was very difficult, he slowly opened his eyes, but found that he couldn't see everything in front of him at all.

The ravages of the years have made him unable to use his eyes, his teeth have long been loose, he can't even lift his arms, he doesn't even have the strength to sit up .

The only thing fortunate is that he is still alive and can open his mouth and say something he thinks is important in a voice as faint as his breath.

"Old Master! I'm Vivienne..." Vivienne sat beside Gurlo's bed, extending the hand on the back of Old Master's hand full of age spots.

Although everyday all had professional nurses who massaged Gurlo's body with the most gentle techniques, the old man's body collapsed at a speed visible to naked eyes.

The muscles are so relaxed that they are useless, and the skeleton is no longer rigid. Vivian touched the cold back of her hand, as if she had touched the clasp of the gate of death.

After using the potion for a long time and injecting a large amount of various liquids, Gurlo's palm has been cold for a long time. Perhaps speaking from a certain perspective, he is dead, dead for a long time.

"Your Majesty..." I don't know if I didn't hear Vivian's words clearly, or Gurlo heard clearly, but his weak state was only enough for him to say something that he had been thinking about in his heart. Prepared, said countless words in my mind.

"We must... as soon as possible... to establish... an enterprise affiliated to... country...." The only remaining light in Guerlo's eyes was rapidly fading. Eyes that were already indifferent, were closing little by little.

But he still insisted, insisted on continuing: "Suppress, those businessmen, nobles...you must, must as soon as possible...as soon as possible..."

His words seemed to be After she finished speaking, it seemed that she had not finished speaking, but Vivian felt that the bone-like hand in her hand had lost her soul.

The hand lost all its strength, and Gurlo lost his voice. On the monitor beside the bed, the three colored lines have turned into straight lines, and the alarm is reminding all people with a sad voice that a life just left this world.

Vivian looked at Gurlo, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, the old man, now it was impossible to speak again.

At the end of his life, he didn't say a word about himself. He was still thinking about the country, still making the arrangements he thought were the most important.

Maybe he had something else he wanted to say, but he was gone, lying peacefully on the bed, gray hair scattered on the pillow, looking battered and exhausted.

Vivian didn't know what to say, she didn't even know what to do. In this brief moment, she thought of Lonsadre.

Sadness flooded into her heart for a moment, and she stretched out her hand to cover her face to prevent the falling crystal teardrop from being seen by others.

The medical staff had all left the room, and Gurlo's family members at the door were crying and grief-stricken, but no one dared to come in to disturb Vivian, who was sitting alone by the bed.

Before falling into a coma for the last time, Gurlo left his "will" in a daze. He decided that if he was doomed to die, he must wake up one last time and say something to Your Majesty .

It was the old man's decision, so Vivienne came and sat here listening to an old man's boring last words. He let go of the old man's hand and wiped a hot tear from his face with his hand.

Long Sadley left with a bang, heaven shaking, earth shattering, and suppressed a magic eye. Gurlo was quiet, ordinary and peaceful when he left, he just couldn't let go, he couldn't let go of the entire world.

Vivian always felt that these two old people were very similar, they were both equally reluctant, and they were equally helpless and annoyed when they left.

"Bah!" Along with the inexplicable irritability and annoyance in her heart, the surveillance equipment that was still calling the police was charred and deformed in the thunder and flames, and finally fell to the ground with a slight explosion.

Before anyone outside could rush in to find out, the door was opened by Vivienne: "Send the surveillance video to Moon Sirius..."

… ...

"Your Majesty...isn't out yet?" Andrea asked softly, looking at Luther who was guarding outside the door.

Luther shook the head and said, "It's been more than an hour. After Your Majesty got the news, she locked herself in the room and never came out."

"He locked the door?" Andrea frowned slightly and continued to ask.

"I dare not try." Luther spoke frankly.

Andrea stretched out her slender fingers and just touched the unlocking panel of the door, and stopped there.

She seemed to freeze, stopped there for a while, and then suddenly retracted her palm.

It was during that time that she changed her mind. It's fine for her to force her in, but it seems better to leave Chris some room.

So he withdrew his hand and looked towards Luther: "Okay, let Your Majesty be alone for a while... You don't have to stay here, we'll have two hours Come again."

In the room, Chris has been staring at the screen on the tablet, in the closed room, repeating the image transmitted by Vivian over and over again.

"To...as soon as possible...establish...enterprises that belong to...the country..."..."Suppress, those businessmen, nobles...you must, must as soon as possible...as soon as possible..."

Every time it finishes playing, the video will loop back and continue to play again.

Chris sat there like a wild beast in the dark, with indifferent light in his eyes.

Since it is the last wish of the old man, it seems that this time, it is necessary to kill more people.

(end of this chapter)

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