The overall situation has been decided!

The King of Zhennan slowly stepped out of the military tent. He looked out the door, looked up at the sky, and the old gentleman who was motionless bowed: "Old gentleman, please follow me to Qingdu."

"Oh,"

When Feng Guardian heard the request of King Zhennan, he rarely refused. When he turned around, he had already changed into a kind old face: "Then let me see the vision of the prince ascending the throne and absorb a little bit of luck that the Human Emperor leaked when he ascended the throne."

The words of Feng Guardian are not flattery.

He doesn't disdain to flatter.

Even if the Qi Refiners of this era are not specialized, they can see some aspects of their appearance.

After the death of King Zhudong,

King Zhennan's face was full of light. When he stepped out, the breeze suddenly stopped around him. Without luck, this was clearly a sign of "luckiness". Before the Wind Guardian saw that King Zhennan's face was still ordinary, but in a blink of an eye, a small piece of it raised slightly in the center of King Zhennan's square forehead, which was clearly the "Daily Cervical Dragon Face, the Emperor's appearance" recorded in history.

Those who fight for the world will die, die, lose, and lose. This destiny will naturally fall on the King of Zhennan!

The trend has come true!

The overall situation has been decided!

The thing about luck seems illusory, but for a special group of "qi refiners" who compete for fate with the heaven and prove that they are immortal, they believe in this thing the most. Although the protector of the Moluo Palace Wind did not have a final contribution in this battle for the emperor, at the critical point, a little bit of protection may be able to reduce the karma of killing and enter the realm of immortality in the future.

It’s a matter of raising hands, why not do it?

The King of Territory was dead, and the remaining army was like ants breaking the dike.

The King of Zhennan never expected that Lin Yi was so powerful. He had already hidden all the birds and bows, revealing the intention of killing Lin Yi, but Lin Yi still broke into the enemy formation at the last moment and took the life of the king of the East.

"Maybe, this is God's will."

If the cautious and suspicious King of Zhennan on weekdays, he might think about whether there is any fraud.

But now, he can't think of it!

The King of Governors died and the King of Governors retreated. This is a clear matter.

No matter how deceitful you are, can you still destroy Xia Xingchen’s world?

"Sir, it's time to start."

Xia Xingchen said to the Mud Bodhisattva.

"good."

When the clay Buddha heard this, he responded and smiled and snapped his fingers in the darkness.

From the darkness,

A assassin wrapped in a black robe and a body similar to the "Apocalypse Assassin", wearing a specially made mask that was almost indistinguishable from the pale bone surface of the Apocalypse Assassin. He walked towards the military camp where Shakishen was located in the dark.

Xia Jisheng's military camp was protected by a group of elite soldiers.

They are all the confidants of King Zhennan and the confidants of the heart.

What is a confidant?

It is a dead soldier who is willing to live for the King of Zhennan and die for the King of Zhennan.

Several confidants knelt in front of the tent, with blazing flames burning in their eyes, shouting in unison to the military tent where Xia Jisheng was.

"The rebels have been confronted, and the emperor has been sanctioned. Please ask Emperor Jisheng to come out of the camp!"

"Welcome to Emperor Jishen!"

"Welcome to Emperor Jishen!"

...

The existence of Shajisheng,

It has always been a secret for many people in the Zhennan King's Army.

Many people don’t even know that Sha Jisheng left Qingdu a few years ago and came here to be a puppet emperor in name only.

The dark military tent was dull.

Xia Jisheng curled up in the darkness where he was missing, trembling slightly.

He was scared.

He was so scared.

He is really scared.

The voices of several people kept echoing in his mind, like a song.

A song of death.

...

Childhood.

"Kier, what would you do if you become emperor?"

"Is it good for my father to play with Jier..."

"Do you know that this seemingly peaceful and peaceful big trunk is actually full of abscesses and full of holes?"

"Ki'er doesn't understand."

"Cough cough cough... In the north, the king of the Northern Expedition is proud of his achievements and respects his own troops. He never takes his father seriously. In the east, the city stationed in the east is rich and rich. His treasure house is rich enough to rival a country, but he never pays national taxes and makes excuses to shirk; In the west, the king of Pingxi seems to be at peace, but in fact he is a wolf ambition, and uses the Qingluan Tree of the Xuanmen to secretly communicate with the enemy country; in the south... Xia Xingchen, also known as your uncle, his father was ashamed of him back then, so he has become a tiger in the mountains and entrenched in the south. If the father could have made up his heart back then... It's a pity that success is due to family affection, and failure is due to family affection. Haha, this big thing will last for only twenty years!"

"Kier doesn't understand, Father, can we go play ball?"

"well……"

This conversation was completely different from the same channel, which made Emperor Xia Yuan exhausted.

...

Xia Jisheng accidentally heard his father and mother talking in a low voice in the room.

"If you want to continue your life for a hundred years, or even longer, there is only one way, one... the only way! Unfortunately, if you sacrifice Jier to survive for a long time, how can I do such a thing!!!"

"But, this country was passed down to you by the ancestors of the Xia clan. Are you really willing to watch Dadan be destroyed?"

"...I don't want to!"

"It's better, let Kier choose it yourself."

"Shh! Keel is here..."

...

"Kier, have you really decided? Your father left a sentence in the past. Although he arranged everything, if you don't want to, then you will become a monk at Ping'an Temple, hide your identity, and give up the country. Your father, even if he is in the nine fountains, will not blame you for any words."

"Mother Queen Mother, Jier has made up his mind."

"It's a pity that you are destined to be able to sit on this imperial throne for twenty years."

"It's enough, the country is not important, the people are the cornerstone of the Xia family's country."

"But if you go to the south and your uncle, everything will be irreversible."

"The fate should be like this. If the emperor's arrangements can make the Xia family's country last for a hundred years, Jier will have no regrets."

"Silly kid."

"My mother, is it true that what you saw in the Book of Heaven?"

"If you believe it, it's true."

"Hehe, that little sister, she is really majestic..."

...

Four years ago.

Xia Jisheng left Qingdu and came to Jingnan City.

Concubine Shu, the current Empress Dowager, once asked Xia Jisheng a question on the way.

At that time, Sha Jisheng didn't know how to answer.

"Are you willing to raise your head and be a big king, or do so mediocre in this life, hiding your name and living a life of silence? In the former, you may take the path arranged by the late emperor in advance, but in the latter, you can live a hundred years of life."

...

In the dark military tent,

The sounds of "Welcome to Emperor Jisheng" outside are like death notes, so harsh and noisy.

But as he listened, the harsh call sounded beautifully in Yu Xia Jisheng's ears.

He slowly raised his crooked back, and pushed it hard little by little.

Finally, Sha Jisheng straightened his back straight, like a gun standing on the battlefield.

Xia Jisheng raised his head and raised his chest and stepped out of the military tent.

When the confidant of Zhennan King called on Xia Jisheng's imperial title, the Southern King's Army, which was on standby in the military camp, was already shocked, whether it was soldiers or generals.
To be continued...