Chapter 643: Himiko’s final blow?
King Fuso!
When she heard these three words, Himiko actually started to feel dizzy.

She just felt a tightness in her chest, as if something was pressing on her and making it hard for her to breathe.

At first she didn’t know why Xing Daorong wanted her to participate in this meeting of the Han people, but as she listened, Himiko began to understand some clues.

It’s clearly telling themselves… they will rule this place forever!
It was a threat… to make me completely give up my position as queen!
The throne of Fusang…

It is not only a symbol of power, but also the responsibility and belief passed down by her ancestors.

Himiko once thought that she could protect this land and the people here, but now, Xing Daorong’s ambition is like an unstoppable storm, sweeping in.

“What exactly does he want?” Himiko’s heart was filled with anxiety and confusion.

From the previous battlefield, Himiko knew Xing Daorong’s character very well. He was cold-blooded and ruthless.

Himiko also figured out the “good deeds” mentioned earlier.

These are nothing more than Xing Daorong’s means of ruling!

If such a person becomes the king of this place for a long time, the tribe will no longer have any hope of making a comeback.

“Is it…Is it really impossible for me to stop him?”

Himiko had a hint of despair.

She knew that she had to make a choice, either give it a try or watch Fuso fall into endless darkness.

“I won’t let you succeed…”

After a while, a hint of determination flashed in Himiko’s eyes.

She had to find a way to kill Xing Daorong!
It is not easy to kill him, but fortunately there is still a chance.

But… you have to get close to him first!

…

The night is as dark as ink, so thick that it cannot be dissolved.

Inside the palace, the flickering candlelight illuminated Himiko’s pale and calm face.

The mask was taken off.

She knelt in front of Xing Daorong, with her head lowered, her long hair falling like a waterfall, covering her deep eyes.

Her attitude was humble, like a bird with broken wings, no longer as sharp as before.

“General Xing…” Her voice was soft and trembling, as if she was suppressing her inner fear and unwillingness. “I am no longer able to fight for the throne of Fusang. I only beg you to… spare my life.”

Xing Daorong sat on a high seat, looking down at her coldly, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

He did not respond immediately, but tapped the armrest of the seat with his fingers, making a dull sound.

The voice echoed in the silent hall, as if knocking on Himiko’s heart.

“Oh?” Xing Daorong finally spoke, his voice low and cold, “Have you figured it out?”

Himiko’s body trembled slightly, as if she could not control herself due to fear.

His fingers were tightly clenched on the corner of his clothes, and his fingertips turned white due to the force.

However, a cold light flashed in her eyes, like a cold star in the dark night, disappearing in an instant.

But Xing Daorong had been staring at her face, so how could he miss it?

“General, you are wise and brave. I am just a woman. How can I fight against you?” Her voice became softer and softer, with a hint of sobs. “I only ask you to give me a way out. I am willing to serve you like a dog and a horse.”

Xing Daorong narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over her like a knife.

Killing Himiko has both advantages and disadvantages.

The good thing is that after the queen was killed, the Japanese naturally became more demoralized, and they could strengthen their rule of “terrorist suppression.”

The downside is that too much terrifying suppression will always lead to riots.

It is destined that we cannot leave too many troops in Fuso, so it would be best if Himiko could cooperate with me.

In order to get her to cooperate, her beliefs must be completely destroyed.

Doesn’t Himiko like to practice “witchcraft”… Then let her see what real “witchcraft” is!
Xing Daorong knew in his heart that Himiko must have other thoughts, but he still slowly stood up, walked in front of her, and looked down at her.

He said coldly: “In that case, you will stay with me and be my maid. If you behave yourself, I may consider sparing your life.”

maid?

What a big appetite!
That’s fine… being a maid will always allow me to get close!

Himiko still kept her head down, but a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of her lips.

Her voice was still weak, like a candle in the wind: “Thank you, General… for not killing me.”

Xing Daorong nodded with satisfaction, turned his back to her and walked towards the window.

His eyes were cast into the distance, as if he was already envisioning the glorious scene after he sat on the throne.

Without noticing behind her, Himiko slowly raised her head, with a fierce murderous intent flashing in her eyes.

Her fingers gently reached into her sleeves and grasped the short blade that had been hidden long ago.

The blade was icy cold, as if it had merged with the chill in her heart.

Her heartbeat was steady and her breathing was gentle, as if everything was under her control.

“Xing Daorong…” She muttered in her heart, her voice as cold as ice, “Your arrogance will eventually destroy you.”

The flickering candlelight illuminated her beautiful yet cold face.

Her eyes were like the abyss, unfathomable, yet full of determination.

She knew that she only had one chance and she must not miss it.

The night breeze blows, bringing a hint of coolness.

Xing Daorong was still standing by the window, unaware of anything.

Himiko slowly stood up, her steps as light as a cat, and approached him quietly.

In her hand, the cold light of the short blade flickered in the candlelight, like the smile of the god of death.

“No! Now is not the time to take action!”

For some reason, when Himiko touched Xing Daorong’s back, a chill came out from her body.

Suddenly, I had a premonition that if I took action at this moment, Xing Daorong would definitely catch me in the backhand.

Thinking of this, Himiko finally restrained herself from taking action.

Xing Daorong seemed to wait for a while, and when he heard no more movement behind him, he said, “Since you are a maid, why don’t you wait for me to go to bed?”

Bei Mihu secretly hates it.

This place was her bedroom, but now it was occupied by Xing Daorong, and she had to serve him, which was a multiple humiliation.

only…

This Xing Daorong is really brave!
He dares to live in his own palace, not afraid of any witchcraft!
And I… really do have some tricks in this palace!

Just right…it scared him to death!

“Wait until his liver and gallbladder are broken, then it will be easy to kill him!”

Thinking of this, Himiko completely gave up her murderous intent and instead helped Xing Daorong undress.

She stepped forward with grace and dignity, and began to remove his heavy armor.

My fingers slid lightly across the cold metal, and every falling blade was like a burden being lifted.

As the last layer of clothing was removed, Xing Daorong’s figure appeared more upright.

Himiko struggled for a moment, but still led him to her original bed. Just as she was hesitating whether to go up as well, she heard Xing Daorong say, “Okay, you can just leave.”

Himiko raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and thought to herself, “When you wake up again, I will scare you to death.”

Without showing any expression, he just quietly left…

(End of this chapter)