One day very close to Hua Ling's ninth birthday, she was in the Imperial College.
It seems that Han Yan asked all the servants to deliver the prepared meals to the door of the dormitory. There is definitely a scam.
Hua Ling thought about it and swatted away Qiao Jia's hand that had just picked up the chopsticks to eat. She smelled the food and frowned: "It's because of drugs."
Qiao Jia was originally unhappy because Hua Ling suddenly hit him. When Hua Ling said there was drug in the meal, he immediately calmed down and huddled up: "Is it Han Yan who wants to harm us?"
Hua Ling frowned and nodded.
"I'm going to find him right now!" Luo She was about to rush out the door when Hua Ling pulled her back: "I'm not sure whether Han Yan put medicine in everyone's food or only in ours. But since
If you are drugged, then something big will happen tonight."
After that, Hua Ling took out the snacks that Hua Mu would send to the brothers and sisters every day to satisfy Luo She and Qiao Jia's hunger.
After washing up, we chatted for a while and then went to bed. There was no arresting anyone in the middle of the night.
At night, Hua Ling dreamed of being in a flame. Hua Yuqin in the dream was replaced by Yu Qiuming. Hua Ling watched Yu Qiuming being swallowed up by the flames bit by bit. His skin and flesh melted, and his original white bones reflected
Red light.
Hua Ling was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat. After waking up, she sat up and looked around. Luo She and Qiao Jia were both sleeping. The moon was hanging in the sky outside the house, and it was obviously midnight.
Hua Ling sighed, she was woken up by a nightmare, she laughed to herself, looked out the window boredly, and suddenly remembered something.
I remember that the day after registration, Han Yan teased Hua Lingshi and said that Hua Ling had not come to school for half a month, but according to Hua Ling’s injuries in the fire, it would take at least more than a month to recover, and the scars on his back were not visible.
, but it can be done on the arm. Hua Ling stretched his arm to check.
Hua Ling touched the scar on her arm. Because it was a burn, it would be bumpy even if it recovered. The burnt area was lighter in color than the unburned area. There was no special feeling to the touch. It was obviously completely recovered.
It just leaves a scar.
Hua Lingbai was puzzled: All recovered in half a month? This is impossible, even for children, it is too fast.
If the explanation was unreasonable, Hua Ling suddenly remembered a reason that he had always ignored - the arrival of the gods.
Hua Ling took a bath with Hua Shuo when she was young, and she saw the divine totem on Hua Shuo's body that was said to be only possessed by the royal family.
But Hua Ling has never seen his own. Hua Mu also told Hua Ling that the gods and the host can have a conversation anytime and anywhere. Is there a conversation in the head? Hua Ling has never experienced it.
Hua Ling thought of a possibility and was stunned for a moment. She was shocked by her own thoughts: Could it be that I am the child who was picked up?
No, it's not possible. She has been conscious since she was born. Although she couldn't see clearly when she was born, she could hear some voices. They were the voices of flowers and trees and Duanmu Wuxiang. That's right. This shouldn't be possible.
If he was really picked up... Huamu would be even less likely to give him the position of prince. But what about Hua Shuo's divine descending totem? What about Hua Ling's own divine descending? Why have I never seen it before?
And if the wound heals quickly because of the divine presence, is it possible to maximize this recovery ability and become immortal?
Forget it, the first thing to think about is the divine totem on Hua Shuo. Let’s ask Hua Shuo about it when the sun comes up.
What does it mean to be dramatic? Hua Ling smelled a familiar smell when the sky was dark. He quickly realized what the smell was and sat up suddenly. He simply put on his clothes, left the dormitory through the back door, jumped up to the roof and looked around.
Oops, there's a fire.
The fire seemed to have started in the classroom, but it had spread to a large area. However, even though it was such a big fire, no one noticed it.
Hua Ling understood instantly - Han Yan had drugged everyone!
"Princess!" It was Zhou Mo's voice.
Hua Ling looked back and saw that Zhou Mo had already run out with the two boys who were still sleeping beside him. To be precise, Zhou Mo dragged those two guys out.
Hua Ling also went back to the dormitory to wake up Qiao Jia and Luo She: "He's gone, get up and call someone!"
But he couldn't wake him up. When Hua Ling was shaking Luo She to get up, he saw the falling powder on his lips. Hua Ling frowned, pinched the powder and put it in front of his nose to smell, and let out a "tsk".
Came out: "Han Yan, your uncle actually administered medicine in the middle of the night."
"Of course, I want to dominate the world. How can I do it without taking more measures?" Han Yan's voice suddenly appeared behind Hua Ling. Hua Ling picked up the dagger on her waist and gave it to Han Yan at lightning speed.
There was a scratch on the face, from the left eye to the right cheek. It was not deep, but it definitely disfigured the face.
But even though his face was still bleeding, Han Yan seemed not to feel anything: "His Royal Highness is very skilled, but now except for me, you and the Imperial Master outside, no one is awake, and the fire will slowly spread to
Here, the students who live here will suffer."
"I don't think you are awake." Hua Ling looked at Han Yan with a dagger stained with Han Yan's blood in his hand, "You look like a puppet being manipulated, a teenager.
Without special training, you should be very sensitive to pain, but you didn't even moan when I disfigured you, as if you couldn't feel it at all."
Han Yan then touched the blood and wounds on his face and let out a false "hiss". Hua Ling took advantage of this opportunity to punch Han Yan in the abdomen, and then threw him over his shoulder to the ground.
After stepping on his chest, he asked: "Who are you? You can even say things like unifying the world."
"You just said a dirty word, but another way of saying it can reveal my identity." Han Yan said with a smile.
"..." Hua Ling was stunned for a moment, "Hua Beichen?"
The other party was stunned when he said his name: "Hua Ling! You don't even want to call me grandpa directly!"
"I call you uncle!"
Hua Ling's disdainful eyes wanted to see through Hua Beichen in front of her, who seemed to be "possessed" by Han Yan.
Hua Beichen, the founding emperor of the Rui Kingdom, was warlike. He fought countless victories since he entered the battlefield at the age of twenty, and expanded the Rui Kingdom into the largest country in the Central Plains. However, his children died one after another because he was too warlike. He also wanted to become
The strongest man died an untimely death. However, there are also rumors that after Hua Beichen obtained the divine descendant, he tried to conquer the world with the divine descendant, but in the end, the divine descendant backfired and went crazy, and he fell to the bottom and his whereabouts are unknown.
"So are you dead or not?"
Hua Ling's feet never came down from Han Yan's chest, and Hua Beichen was always suppressed by Hua Ling.
"I'm not dead, but I'm really crazy. That god is so disobedient."
"Oh, I think it's you who makes things difficult for others. My father said that your divine descendant was Feifei, who was already worried. The divine beast that brought everyone happiness was used by you as a tool to create illusions. And that's how you controlled Han Yan, right?"
Hua Ling paused, "There are others."
Hua Beichen couldn't refute everything Hua Ling said, because it was all correct.
"I just want to unify the world. What's wrong with that? Besides, isn't it still good now?"