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I made two stupid mistakes recently. The first one was that I miscalculated the numbers last time. This time I accidentally wrote the betrothal gift and dowry backwards. I was so embarrassed. The editor will change the chapter title at work on Monday. The content has been revised. I sincerely apologize. Today

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This sudden sound made everyone startled.

Many people looked back in surprise and saw a young man in purple clothes standing in a dark corner of the hall, with flowing black hair and a somewhat scholarly air.

But at this moment, the young man's face was as gloomy as ice.

Tang Lin?

Everyone was confused. Unexpectedly, the person who suddenly became arrogant turned out to be Tang Lin, the genius of the empire.

When the Ninth Princess saw Tang Lin's figure, her face looked a little ugly and she lowered her head.

The young man in white looked at Tang Lin, raised his eyebrows and said, "Can't you marry?"

Tang Lin raised his head and stared at him, saying every word: "Can't marry!"

The young man in white couldn't help but chuckle. With his strength, he could tell at a glance that Tang Lin was just a semi-saint with only a few stones of spiritual power, and he could kill him with just a few moves.

Such a person was just a clown, and he didn't even notice it.

The Ice Emperor looked at Tang Lin, frowned, and shouted: "Tang Lin, don't mess around, please step back first!" A royal majesty pressed towards Tang Lin.

Tang Lin didn't seem to hear it, his eyes just fell on that elegant figure.

The shallow sadness between the eyebrows is like a sharp knife mark, whose heart has been cut?

Tang Lin's voice was terribly hoarse and he said, "I'll take you away, but you can't marry him!"

Hearing this almost confession, the expressions of everyone in the hall changed slightly. Some looked at Tang Lin with sighs, some looked sarcastic, and some looked at him unkindly, worried that he had offended the young master of the Tianhe Sect.

The young man in white's face darkened slightly. Behind him, a white-haired old man took a step forward and was about to take action, but he reached out and held his chest to stop him.

In the sky of the Jinluan Palace, dark clouds came from afar and piled up above the majestic palace. The wind howled between the sky and the earth, mixed with bursts of thunder.

The atmosphere in the main hall suddenly became dull and strange.

Everyone looked at the Ninth Princess, as if waiting for his answer. The young man in white seemed to be patient and waiting leisurely.

The Ninth Princess' delicate body trembled slightly, her teeth biting her lower lip tightly. After a moment, she lowered her head and said, "I can't go with you."

Kick, kick, kick!

Tang Lin's face suddenly lost all color and became as pale as paper. He took three steps back. There was a buzzing in his ears, vaguely still lingering around her words.

If my family dies, what's the point of living for me...

For this sentence, I fought with blood regardless of my life. In the end, I only got such a rejection.

A huge sadness suddenly welled up from the bottom of his heart, and the blood in his body seemed to be burning and boiling with an inexplicable flame.

He looked sadly at the elegant and beautiful girl.

In the ancient demon world, who is risking life and death for whom?

In that small study, who and whom slept all night discussing martial arts secrets?

On that ancient battlefield, who was protecting whom?

Tang Lin's voice was hoarse as if it were being torn apart, and he said, "Why?" These three words seemed to use up all his strength.

The Ninth Princess looked at him with a complicated expression and whispered: "Here are my father and emperor, and my mother and queen. They gave me life, and I want to repay them."

Tang Lin looked at her like this and suddenly laughed wildly.

He suddenly felt stupid.

Wishful thinking, thinking that she would like him too.

Wishfully, I look forward to meeting her every day and enjoying the brief warmth in the study.

Wishful thinking...

Everything is just wishful thinking and passion!

He laughed wildly, but his heart was in severe pain as if it had been torn apart, and he laughed until tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Everyone looked at this crazy young man with unkind and unfamiliar eyes.

"Look, look..." Tang Lin suddenly felt a surge of rage in his heart, as if the violent demon god from the Netherworld had awakened.

The sharp pain in his heart was like tearing apart, stimulating Tang Lin's nerves. He laughed even wilder, just laughing loudly and unscrupulously.

The voice is desolate and tragic.

"Cough, cough -" Tang Lin coughed up blood, with traces of blood on the corners of his mouth, but he did not stop laughing.

"If my strength is comparable to such a large sect..."

"If I can kill that tree demon..."

"If I'm strong enough, she will choose me, right?"

Tang Lin looked up at the dome of the hall, feeling a deep sadness in his heart, and said in a low voice: "If I were an immortal..."

Everyone frowned when they heard this.

The young man in white sneered and said, "How do you want to become an immortal? I'll make you a ghost today!" As he said that, he floated up and pressed down on Tang Lin's head with a light palm.

Tang Lin felt the wind of the palm and raised his head suddenly. The anger in his heart burst out like a volcano. He looked at him with splitting eyes and roared. The dragon marks all over his body were activated, and he combined all the power in his body to punch him fiercely.

After this punch was thrown, wind and thunder roared, and a strong wind seemed to suddenly rush in outside the hall door, making everyone change their colors.

The clothes of the young man in white were blown away, but this fluttering palm seemed to be able to overshadow everything in the world and directly grasp Tang Lin's fist.

The fierce punch was actually gently countered by this palm.

Kaka~~

Tang Lin immediately felt as if his fist had been crushed by him.

Work hard, work hard!

He used almost all his strength, but his fists were still crushed.

"Ah ah ah..." Tang Lin's body was covered in blood, and his eyes were overflowing with blood. His black hair danced wildly and he pushed his fist forward fiercely.

The white-haired young man frowned slightly, raised his other hand, and gently pressed it on Tang Lin's chest.

Bang!

Tang Lin's body suddenly flew backwards, knocking down seven or eight pillars of the main hall, and fell into the dust and rubble outside the main hall door.

The young man in white sneered, turned around, lightly brushed the dust off his body, and looked out the door leisurely.

Amidst the dust and gravel, it seemed to fall into silence.

Could it be that Tang Lin was beaten to death with one palm?

Everyone was secretly shocked by the strength of this young man in white. But they couldn't help but feel sorry for Tang Lin, a generation of peerless genius who was confused by love and reached a dead end today.

Throughout the ages, many talented people have died on this one word of love.

When everyone was feeling sorry, the ground in the entire palace suddenly trembled slightly, and everyone felt a pulsation under their feet, as if it was an earthquake.

"Huh?" Everyone was surprised.

At this moment, the pile of dust and rubble outside the palace gate was suddenly shaken upside down by a powerful force and turned into countless debris.

A red flame, like a blazing anger, filled the outside of the hall door. This fiery red energy was full of monsters and contained a strong evil spirit.

In this fiery red demonic aura, a figure slowly stood up.

With purple clothes and long black hair, he is clearly Tang Lin!

However, at this moment, Tang Lin's whole body was filled with surging fiery red Qi. This Qi shrouded the entire hall and was as red as blood. The Qi contained fierce demonic energy.

Moreover, a blood-red scale appeared on Tang Lin's forehead.

Breathe deeply.

Tang Lin raised his head and looked at the civil and military officials in the hall, as well as the beautiful figure beside the young man in white. From her eyes, he could see a bit of worry.

This slight worry was like a needle pricking into his heart.

He felt an indescribable heat all over his body, as if the blood in his body was burning like boiling water, and the scorching heat was so hot that it burned out his brain.

Slowly. Take one step.

He walked into the hall again, and the red flames emanating from his body enveloped a ten-foot radius and quickly burned the doors of the hall.

He seemed to be an elf in the flames, surrounded by countless blood-red flames.

The "God Emperor's Weapon Book" was combined into a golden long sword, which was held in his hand. There was cold air in the cold sword body, which went straight into his body. However, it did not extinguish the heat. Instead, it was like adding fuel to the fire, making his heart excited.

A cold and violent murderous intent arose.

kill!

He stared at the young man in white with bloodthirsty.
To be continued...