Previously, Xu Yichen's beacon with the Gray Knight's message was considered a kind of base. Other metal fragments of different sizes could be pieced together if they were found to find the right angle. Whenever Xu Yichen successfully pieced together a piece, with a click, the base beacon will grow out of thin air.

This little thing gradually transformed into a palm-sized box on the hands of the Demon Hunter. After all the fragments on his hands were combined, there was only a small gap left in the box.

Although its properties have not changed at this time, the font is slightly glowing on the system interface and the handwriting begins to become blurred.

At the entrance of the camp, the former emperor Zhao Ji walked in with a large number of followers. Although the new dynasty has repeatedly emphasized that no one is allowed to enslave other people at will, the emperor always has some superpowers, such as Zhao Ji, who is particularly rich.

Even if he is rich, he can still maintain his inner court and support his more than a dozen concubines. Of course, he originally had more concubines than this. Zhao Ji took advantage of his abdication to dismiss some of the ones he didn't like, and some of them chose to divorce him.

Things in the palace were like that. Women of this kind were stuffed to Zhao Ji for various reasons. No matter whether he liked it or not, whether those women liked it or not, because it was related to the stability of the country. Fortunately, Zhao Ji could get out by taking this opportunity.

It is also a good thing for those women. The artist Zhao Ji comforted himself. After all, there are not too many people waiting for the rest of the people, otherwise he would not be able to do such a thing.

"Is this the current guard of my Song Dynasty?" Zhao Ji looked at the sentries standing guard around the camp. It was indeed more frightening than the Banzhi warriors who were in charge of Ouchi before. The emperor of the previous dynasty knew very well that these soldiers were not just as simple as standing on the sequel. These people were cruel when they killed people.

"Official family, hurry up and be quiet. Now it can't be called the Song Dynasty." The close servant looked at the guards of the new dynasty on both sides of the left and right, and said carefully: "I won't promote this now. Everyone below said that this is the new dynasty."

"New Dynasty?" Artist Zhao Ji savored these two words and felt a little disappointed: "New Dynasty that promotes the new Dynasty?"

"Mr. Zhao doesn't have to worry about it. We have no plan to change the name of the court. Song is still our only name when we are outside the world." The person in charge of receiving Zhao Ji was bald Chang Wei. This monk looked very solemn when he didn't spoof, as if he was still moving.

"I'm here to go. Master, I've had frequent nightmares recently. I'm going to use the solemn and murderous aura of the military camp to suppress it." Zhao Ji bowed to Chang Wei very politely. Although he prefers the alchemist, he is not repulsive to Buddhism. After all, the Xin Dynasty has not found a guy in a black coat to receive him, which has given him enough face.

When Chang Wei saw the emperor of the previous dynasty bow to him, his self-esteem expanded infinitely, and a sculpted smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. However, a lightning flash fell from the sky and woke him up on the spot.

Huang Laoxie stood in the shadow and did not show up. He said in the player communication channel: "Arrang the emperor to Xu Yichen's dormitory. The horse thief who dared to bribe the quarantine officer had no time to sleep today."

Chang Wei made an OK gesture in the direction of Huang Laoxie, and turned around and restored the master's solemn treasure elephant to make a gesture to Zhao Ji. When the crowd behind Zhao Ji was also planning to enter with him, the guards on both sides reached out to stop them.

"The military camp is in a major area, no one is allowed to enter the house." The guards looked ahead without looking at anyone's expression.

"Go back, go back. I'm very safe here. I'll stay here for a few days." On the contrary, Zhao Ji himself didn't care at all. He was calm and trusted the new dynasty very much. After all, they would have started to kill him long ago.

"Official family, how many people can keep close friends to take care of your daily life?" The attendant dared not make a loud noise, so he could only whisper, but Zhao Ji had already walked away under Chang Wei's guidance. There were only two cold-faced guards left in front of him, and his companions behind him had already taken several steps back.

As the new dynasty took power longer and longer, those who thought they had the opportunity to get into the dragon realized that they were wasting time. After a look, the close servant could only secretly sigh that the people were dispersed and the team was getting harder to lead.

"Mr. Zhao is born from the heart, and the soul is entangled. It is easy to solve it. We have an expert to solve this problem." Chang Wei introduced with a smile: "You should have heard of the Yanmo Club, which was popular in Bianjing City a while ago, right?"

"Of course I have heard of the incident of unjust souls caused by the previous dynasty of cholera for decades. Historical books have recorded it very clearly. I thought it would take some time to resolve it, but I didn't expect it to be like this." The artist emperor's smile was a little emotional. It was because of this incident that he came to him.

Even Yan Mo was beaten to kneel down. I guess his mere trivial matter would be even simpler?

"Today we will arrange you and the hero who solved the Yan Mo problem in the same dormitory. The disease will definitely be cured!" Chang Wei smiled and pushed open the door of Xu Yichen's dormitory like a drug dealer selling fake medicines.

Zhao Ji only felt a gust of blood coming. Although the power of the emperor in the previous dynasty is not weak, he is comparable to that of the 14th and 15th level players, he can't resist his fingers and never touches the spring water. Recently, he killed two corrupt officials and scared an old man to death. He was considered to have just seen blood. How could he have experienced this?

Looking up, Xu Yichen cleaned his [War Disaster] sword with a strong wine and a jade knife on the table. Although this legendary weapon has not been removed from daily maintenance, it is the first time that he has been cleaned up so carefully and thoroughly.

The blood on the table had flowed down the corner of the table at this time. The serrated chain of fine gold coating was removed and placed aside. Xu Yichen was holding a long dagger and slashing the blood hidden deep inside the gears. His fingers were dyed red with the melted blood from the strong wine.

The bloodthirsty fearful soul is raising all the firepower in [War Disaster] and complaining about the maintenance skills of the Demon Hunter. The blood-colored halo that can be seen in the naked eye continues to appear, washing away everything in the room.

Zhao Ji's face turned pale, and he felt that his hysteria had been half cured on the spot. Although this medicine was strong, it was three parts poisonous. I'm afraid he could not withstand the properties of the medicine!

"I won't bother you like such a powerful general, right?" Zhao Ji looked at Chang Wei with some embarrassment. He never thought that this fat-headed, big-eared monk, who seemed loyal and honest, was also an old silver coin!

"Why did Mr. Zhao say this?" Chang Wei pulled Zhao Ji into the room: "We have always been a double room, and no one disturbs each other. He is used to it."
Chapter completed!