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Chapter 147 Before tomorrow

(There are some minor problems in the last few conversations in the previous chapter. I have modified it in the document and I will report it to you here.)

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In the battle between the powerful people in the sacred realm that took place a high altitude a few days ago, the strongest prohibition and isolation information exchanges were launched on both sides of the Red River. The mission of the Daxizhou City suddenly came to the election ceremony. The recent successive events have made the atmosphere of the entire Baidi City extremely depressing and tense.

The fact that the great demon clans like the patriarchs of each tribe remained silent does not mean that they were really indifferent. Even though the secret investigation was under pressure from certain forces from the imperial court and even the Presbyterian Church, they had found many clues and gradually approached the truth of the facts.

Today, the second prince of Daxizhou suddenly withdrew from the Tianshu Waste Fire, which made their eyes fall on the young man wearing a hat.

People like the patriarch of the gentry and Xiao De have even vaguely guessed that this young man is from the north.

"Can the shame for tens of thousands of years and the deep blood hatred of countless ancestors be forgotten like this?"

Xiao De's voice was very cold and sharp, like a real knife.

The patriarch of the gentry looked back and looked at the high platform in the mountains. The river was wide and the fog was reborn. He could no longer see the figures on the high platform.

"We once had a deep hatred with the human race, just like the Xiuling clan that year was eventually destroyed by the demon race. But if you ask the Xiuling clan who they hate the most, they will definitely say they are the humans in Kyoto, but who else can remember these things back then?"

The ancestral grassland of Xiuling clan was occupied by the demons and later taken back by the human race. However, the few remaining members of the Xiuling clan did not choose to return to the grassland, but would rather travel thousands of miles to the distant Daxizhou to live. It seems that it is related to their deep hatred for the human race.

The relationship between the people, demons and demons who live in this continent is too complicated, and there are too many grudges, love and hatred in history, so it is difficult to explain it clearly in just a few words.

But Xiao De is a person living in this era. He has a natural emotional tendency and he doesn't like the demons very much.

"Even if we want to join the Snow Old City Alliance, why should we hold the election ceremony? Will we welcome a foreigner as his majesty in the future?"

Even if he just said such words, he felt it was difficult, heavy, his teeth felt cold, and even a little painful.

He could not imagine how angry he and the tribal people on both sides of the Red River would be if such a thing really happened.

The patriarch of the gentry said: "It should be just a marriage, it has nothing to do with the throne."

Xiaode raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "If Your Highness marrys Xue Laocheng far away, who will the throne be passed to?"

The patriarch of the gentry was silent for a long time and expressed his guess.

Xiao De's expression suddenly changed, and a yellowish luster appeared deep in his pupils, and a violent and terrifying aura surged out of his body.

Jiang Feng, who was whistling, instantly dissipated without a trace when he met his heavy and rapid breathing.

"Is the Empress treating us as people from the Great God clan?"

The patriarch of the gentry smiled bitterly and said, "The imperial court and the elders' association took action at the same time. No wonder we can't find out the specific matter, but even if we find it, what can we do?"

Xiao De suddenly said, "Who is that young man?"

The patriarch of the gentry said, "There will be an answer tomorrow."

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Tomorrow will be a new day. For everyone who will continue to live, this sentence is true and often boring. Because when tomorrow comes, you will find that there is no big difference between tomorrow and every day you have spent and every tomorrow that follows.

But for Mrs. Mu, tomorrow is not exactly the same as every tomorrow in the past countless years.

She believes that something new and interesting will happen tomorrow.

She stood by the railing at the highest point of Baidi City, looking at the stars and flowing clouds in the night sky, and quietly thinking that you have lived another day.

What she thought was a different kind of red and infinite blue.

The ban on both sides of the Red River has been lifted, and the martial law in Baidi City is no longer as strict as that night because of the election ceremony. But in fact, she has never relaxed her pursuit of these two mainland powerhouses. Hundreds of the most elite Red River demon guards and the profound imperial eunuchs have been secretly searching for Baidi City.

She was sure that the seriously injured Biy Hong and Wuqiongbi could not escape from Baidi City.

But why can't I find this couple?

Where exactly are they hiding?

"Since you seek my asylum, you must prove that you are worthy of my assassination."

There is a pear tree next to the railing in front of the stone hall, and the shadows are very clear under the starlight.

As Mrs. Mu's voice fell, the shadow of the tree suddenly twisted, as if it was coming alive, and then gradually bulged and turned into a kneeling person.

If you look so ugly, you can call this human being.

The man buried his face, his back was raised, his body was covered in fishy smell, and his two gray flesh wings hung behind him.

It was the monster called Chuangsu in the Changsheng Sect.

A few days ago, he fled from Wenshui and met Xiao Zhang by chance in the Xiajiang River. He succeeded in a sneak attack, but he did not dare to stay for too long.

Logically speaking, he should have joined the imperial mission or returned to the Changsheng Sect to hide, but he did not choose like this.

Because the people who want to kill him now are not only Chen Changsheng and the National Cult, but also the Tang family.

The blind pianist let him go and used up all his affection.

Even the court cannot protect the people that Old Master Tang wants to kill, let alone the Changsheng Sect.

The Great Zhou Dynasty had a vast territory, but he found that he had no place to settle down, so he arrived at the distant demon realm as fast as possible.

In his opinion, only this saint in Baidi City can protect himself and be willing to use him.

However, he did not expect that he had just appeared and had no time to breathe, and then he received such a terrible task.

"There is someone named Xuanyuan Po, and he also killed him."

Mrs. Mu's expression was very calm and calm, as if she was explaining a very inconspicuous little thing.

For her, the demon clan and Daxizhou, tomorrow will be a brand new day, and she will not allow any accidents to happen.

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Xuanyuan Po didn't know what would happen tomorrow, he just wanted to make sure that nothing would happen tomorrow. The biggest problem he was facing now was that Baidi City was extremely far away from Kyoto. No one could come and go freely except for the powerful people in the sacred realm. The ban on both sides of the Red River was indeed loosened, and the Xihuangdao Hall and the Embassy had already sent out the news of the election ceremony. Judging from the changes in the attitude of the officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Kyoto's reply should have arrived, but when can people arrive?

Bie Yanghong looked at Xuanyuan Po and said, "The second prince suddenly withdrew, which means that this is not an alliance between the demon clan and the Great Western Continent. Dao Zun may have seen through the fog, so his attitude is so clear and tough, and you must destroy this matter at all costs."

Xuanyuan Po couldn't figure it out and asked, "Shouldn't the Great Zhou court be very happy?"

He was directly exposed to the core of the entire incident: "The identity of the young man wearing a hat must be problematic."

Xuanyuan Po was a little dull, but he was definitely not stupid. He vaguely guessed something and said incredibly: "How is this possible?"
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