A more majestic mountain shadow appeared in front of the imperial city.
It was the patriarch of the Xiang clan, he looked at Chen Changsheng and said indifferently: "It's already late at night, even the Pope is inconvenient to enter the palace."
Then he turned his head to look at Luoluo and said, "Your Highness still has to take into account the dignity of the Baidi clan."
These words sound indifferent, but they are actually very serious.
Looking at this elder who loved her very much since she was a child, Luoluo suddenly felt that the other person's face was very strange.
Chen Changsheng knew the status of this Xiang clan patriarch in the elders' council, and he clearly felt the other party's unfathomable strength.
But his response was still calm, direct, and tough.
Just like a shallow stream, the water surface is like a mirror, the bottom is clear, and there are hard stones between the swimming fish.
He said: "I want to go to Luoxing Mountain Range to meet His Majesty Baidi through the passage in the imperial city, why are you blocking me?"
The patriarch of the Xiang clan had a terrified expression, he never expected that Chen Changsheng would confess his intentions.
Then he suddenly realized that this sentence was very difficult to answer.
Under the current tense situation, Chen Changsheng's plan to enter the imperial city in the middle of the night was very suspicious from any angle, and he had enough reasons to express his opposition.
But when Chen Changsheng expressed his intentions, those reasons for objection suddenly became less powerful.
Why didn't I think of this question beforehand
The patriarch of the Xiang clan stared at Chen Changsheng's extremely clear and calm eyes, and thought to himself, is it true that the simpler the mind, the less likely to be confused by the mist
But he still wanted to prevent Chen Changsheng from entering the imperial city.
"The entire continent knows that His Majesty is recuperating and recuperating. He is at a critical juncture and cannot be disturbed. His Excellency the Pope is forcing him to see him. What is his intention?"
"The alliance between the two races is related to the safety of the mainland. His Majesty Baidi has a lot of life in his heart. How can he just ignore it when he only cares about recuperating?"
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "You don't want me to see His Majesty, what's on your mind? Guilt or fear?"
Although this sentence is not explained, but the meaning is very clear, who would not understand
The wind in front of the imperial city seemed to become a few minutes colder in an instant.
Xiangqiu yelled angrily, "Don't be so bloody!"
Chen Changsheng looked at the head of the Xiang Clan and continued to ask, "Is this what you mean, or Mrs. Mu? What exactly do you mean?"
He didn't reason with Xiangqiu at all.
As the pope, only Mrs. Mu is qualified to have an equal dialogue with him in the entire Baidi City.
The patriarch of the Xiang clan is the head of the largest clan of the Yao clan and the chief elder of the elders, so he is quite reluctant.
Xiangqiu was just the son of the head of the Xiang clan, no matter how powerful he was, what qualifications did he have to ask Chen Changsheng to respond to his words
To Chen Changsheng, this was not a deliberate ignorance, but a normal reaction, but to Xiangqiu, it was a great humiliation.
When he noticed the change in the situation in the field, his face became even more ugly, and his breath became more and more gloomy.
Those strong men who tore through the night with him and prepared to launch a historic siege still remained silent and dignified.
However, the expressions of the several cavalry generals who accompanied them obviously changed.
Before Chen Changsheng said these words, no one in the Yaozu would worry about His Majesty Baidi's safety, let alone think of those terrible plots.
Baidi's status in the Yaozu is too revered, like a god.
No one would have thought that he would be killed by a conspiracy.
Of course, Chen Changsheng's words could affect the situation on the field, and it was also related to his identity.
Naturally, the effects of what the Pope said and what ordinary passers-by said would be very different.
What's more, in the past few months, the story of Zhushadan, the legend of the pope saving the world with blood, has been spread throughout the continent.
And because of the past, Yaozu had a very good impression of Chen Changsheng, and they didn't believe that he would lie at all.
Chen Changsheng didn't wait for the atmosphere in front of the imperial city to become more complicated, nor did he wait for his own question to be answered.
"No one can stop me from seeing His Majesty Baidi."
He looked into the eyes of the Xiang clan patriarch and said seriously: "Unless you kill me."
After saying this, he walked forward.
The imperial city shrouded in darkness was very quiet, and the sound of his footsteps was very clear.
Thousands of elite cavalrymen of the monster clan and the powerful monster clan who either hid in the night or showed up after tearing apart, faced each other silently and nervously.
The same blood was flowing in their bodies, and the same cold sweat was flowing at this time.
With the sound of Chen Changsheng's footsteps, the atmosphere in the imperial city became more and more tense.
Looking at Chen Changsheng who was getting closer, the expression of the Xiang clan patriarch became more and more dignified.
Looking at Chen Changsheng who was getting further and further away, Xiangqiu's face became more and more gloomy.
What Chen Changsheng said may make some people suspicious and even change their attitude, but they believe that they are capable enough to keep Chen Changsheng.
They could even kill Chen Changsheng.
And they were not afraid of killing Chen Changsheng.
Because they are very angry at this time.
In their view, Chen Changsheng was too insidious, not like a Pope at all, more like the legendary Black Robe, a military strategist of the Demon Race.
How could he frame and slander himself with such a shameless lie
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The Red River demon guards in front of the imperial city silently moved out of the way, like a parting tide.
Chen Changsheng walked past the head of the Xiang clan without looking at him.
Looking at this scene, Xiangqiu let out a muffled snort, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, he was actually injured.
Even so, neither he nor his father attacked Chen Changsheng.
Because in the depths of the imperial city in the night, it was still so quiet, without any sound coming out.
Chen Changsheng just walked into the imperial city, just like the previous nights.
He was a young Taoist priest from Xining Town back then, and he had the same calm eyes and firm expression when he walked into the capital.
Then, he saw Mrs. Mu.
Under a pear tree in front of a stone temple.
Now is not the time for pear trees to bloom, but since the pear tree on the viewing platform was able to bloom a few days ago, the pear tree at this time is naturally full of flowers.
The night wind was blowing gently, and it was unknown whether it came from the Luoxing Mountains in the north or the sea in the west.
Countless white flowers fell from the branches, scattered on the ground, and also fell on her body.
A small white flower fell on her hair impartially, trembling slightly in the wind, it looked very beautiful, but it seemed that there was a touch of sadness in it.
Her white dress is very plain and very solemn.
Her pupils are very dark and bright, reflecting the starlight, extremely quiet, as if she has her own secrets, and also like murderous intentions.
Her expression was indifferent, but there was also a hint of sadness hidden in it.
Is someone dead
She wants to bring filial piety
That Daxizhou Emperor Uncle named Mu
Or someone closer
Or is it my later self
Chen Changsheng thought about this question, but he didn't want to know the answer.