When Mr. Wu said that his mouth was dry, he reacted and said, "I said little girl, don't you want to treat me? Don't forget about my old man for your hobby."
Rong Xian put the place aside casually, and the careless gesture made the little doubts that had just risen in Wu Lao's heart dissipated again.
She's just a curious little girl, he thinks too much.
And Fu Yuhuang, who was flying over Bei Zhao, flashed, and the map in her mind was constantly overlapping with the terrain on the ground. She turned her sword around and headed straight to the extreme north.
Rong Xian picked up the silver needle and stuck it on Wu Lao's back, and in the same way, used the silver needle to take the remaining half drop of heavy water out of his body.
After listening to Mr. Wu's story, she could probably guess how the drop of heavy water in Mr. Wu's body came from.
It should be that after he passed out, this drop of heavy water flowed into the river along the passage, and by chance, it got into his body and was taken out.
Rong Xian couldn't help but admire: This is really a blessing and a big life, and I can live well after all this tossing.
"Ya'er." An air-conditioned voice suddenly sounded in my heart.
Rong Xian's hand holding the silver needle paused slightly, and continued to acupuncture Wu Lao with her expression unchanged, healing his wounds that were still corroded by heavy water.
However, a part of her consciousness sank into the sea of consciousness. The emperor who was surrounded by a faint sword energy was standing there, and Zhu Zhu blocked his handsome face. The tool is Wang Wei splendidly.
This is the emperor, not the sword emperor.
Rong Xian raised her eyes, and sword intent flashed in her bottomless eyes. She no longer had the false tenderness in front of outsiders, and her brows were a little more decisive.
She called, "Your Majesty."
The emperor's expression was restrained, but his eyes were still like two cold stars: "My deadline is approaching."
Speaking of the news of his impending fall, the emperor's tone was the same as before, still alarmingly cold.
Rong Xian's expression didn't change in the slightest. From the first time the emperor found her, she knew that such a day would come, but she didn't expect this day to come so quickly, so quickly that she was faintly at a loss.
She looked at the emperor quietly, with a hint of regret and regret in her eyes, which was a pity for the fall of such a graceful character.
"The new emperor's succession requires peace of mind. I have chosen a marriage for you." The emperor said lightly in a statement tone.
His speech rate was not fast, and he seemed to be waiting for the person in front of him to refute at any time.
But Rong Xian was not at all displeased or resisted. She wouldn't like anyone, so she could marry anyone, but it was just a formality.
"I grant you the right to retire." Emperor Jinkouyu said, and he treated the heir who was on the verge of death in front of him with special preference.
Rong Xian paused, bent down deeply, and said solemnly, "No."
The emperor closed his eyes slightly, his consciousness pulled away, and a small sword exuding incomparable danger flew out of the emperor's consciousness and rushed into Rong Xian's mind.
Before Rong Xian could react, everything was over.
"This is the swordsmanship of my life, and now I pass it on to you as a reward for your taking over the dynasty." The emperor's tone was a little gentle, and he was always a little apologetic for pulling a little girl to carry the huge dynasty.
Rong Xian closed her eyes, the powerful spirit swept across her consciousness, and she opened her eyes after confirming that the little sword was the inheritance of kendo.
"Thank you." Rong Xian said sincerely.
There was a faint wave in the emperor's eyes, ruthless in the indifference, but there was a hint of softness in the ruthlessness, and there was also a hint of regret.
I can't see your dazzling brilliance, and you can't see your majesty over the world. No comfort when you're alone, no help when you're in crisis.
Sorry for making you take on such a responsibility.
"There is something you want to know in that inheritance. Regarding the incident that I was ambushed in the past, you can check it when you cultivate enough." His figure gradually became transparent, and then completely disappeared from Rong Xian's consciousness.
After the figure of the emperor slowly faded away, the Rong Dynasty, Qianjing.
The emperor, who was sitting high in the nine-layered palace tower, slowly opened his eyes. At the same time, the Qianzhang Jinlong Qiyun, who was lying cross-legged in the sky above the palace, also opened his eyes.
All the Golden Luck Dragons in the Rong Dynasty suddenly screamed in the sky, their voices full of whining and roaring, as if they were struggling to the death, and more and more cracks appeared on the pillars that sheltered the Golden Luck Dragon.
All the powerhouses felt something, and turned their attention to Rong Chao one by one.
Emperor Rong, will collapse.
In the Zhao Dynasty, Emperor Yingping stood up abruptly from the throne, the golden dragon's eyes flashed over the palace, and the dragon's eyes, which had been slightly dull before, were suddenly filled with the prestige and strength of the superior.
The golden dragon rolled in the clouds, as if enjoying himself.
Then the golden dragon roared towards the east with an 'ang', a voice as deafening as a Hong bell: "Emperor Rong, your deadline has come."
Everyone in the Rong Dynasty heard this sentence, and the people all put down their work. They looked angrily in the direction of the imperial capital, hoping that His Majesty would drive out the person who spread rumors.
Their Majesty is at its peak in the spring and autumn, and he has to lead them to a more prosperous road. How can the deadline be approaching.
But they all had a bad premonition in their hearts. It is a well-known fact that His Majesty has been in a war with the Zhao Dynasty for so many years and suffered heavy losses. His Majesty has been suffering for so many years.
Although they had always told themselves that His Majesty's injury was no longer a serious problem, they knew in their hearts that they were deceiving themselves.
Now, Emperor Ying Ping said that His Majesty was about to die. Is it true
Bai Shi and the three thousand imperial soldiers who had just arrived in Qinghai County all knelt on the ground. They stared in the direction of the imperial capital, and their eyes were full of grief.
The golden dragon of luck in the imperial capital turned back to look at the golden dragon of luck on the opposite side, and his voice was the cold and majestic that belonged to the sword emperor: "Even if the time limit has come, Rong Chao will not allow you to mess around."
"The ministers are willing to die and be buried." The avatars of luck gathered by the ministers knelt beside the emperor, and their voices were decisive.
They looked in the direction of Zhao Dynasty and their expressions were full of savage anger, as if evil ghosts came out of hell and chose people to devour them.
"I would like to die and be buried." Master Bai said in a flat voice.
But everyone can still feel the coldness going up from the vertebrae, and the terrifying blood evil spirit seems to haunt the blood hatred of thousands of soldiers, which is daunting.
In the palace, Yue Tongshan, the commander of the army, led everyone to kneel down and shouted in unison, "My ministers are willing to die in battle and be buried."
Outside the imperial city, both monks and commoners walked out of the house and spontaneously knelt in the middle of the road. Even if they were holding the child in their arms, they still roared loudly: "I'm willing to die and be buried."
Cities, people... All the voices gathered together, shaking the sky and earth in an instant, like a peerless beast, exuding blood and ruthlessness, mad and determined to hug the enemy and die together.
The Tianzhu slowly collapsed, but this ferocious aura soaring into the sky actually protected the newly born Tianzhu and slowly formed.
Emperor Yingping glanced at Emperor Rong angrily, and retreated unwillingly, because he couldn't kill all of Rong's people.
Luck Golden Dragon: willing to be buried with death
(End of this chapter)