"Understood? Just leave..." The emperor hadn't finished speaking.
"I'm sorry, I don't accept it." Xuan Hao shook his head expressionlessly, "It's disgusting. I hate it when people tell me some big truths."
"Since you don't want to tell me, then I will go look for it myself. I really don't believe that I can't find such a big palace."
"Oh, you are indeed master and disciple... You are so good for the world, how should I feel embarrassed..." The emperor sighed, his eyes flickering.
"???" Why do you want to do it for the world? Xuanhao can't understand this person's thinking. Could it be that his master said something shameful?
"Sorry, what the hell is this world? It's none of my business?" Xuan Hao turned around with disdain, shouldered his spear and walked out without looking back, "What does the life and death of others have to do with me? Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world? I'm just,
I just don’t want the old man to die so early.”
"MD, you keep asking labor and capital to live, but you rush to find death. What the hell is that?" He thought it was his master's brain that got heated up, but now that he thought about it, he shouldn't be pretentious and say unnecessary nonsense.
Isn’t this looking for trouble for yourself?
Xuan Hao was not born in this era, and he does not understand what people of this era are like. He is not even from this world at all. He is ignorant. It would be good if the world could be better, and he would be happy. However,
If the price is to sacrifice his important people, then don't do it.
"Smelly old man."
He quickened his pace, feeling very bad now. He knew that even his master would be a dangerous opponent, and thinking of what Xia Mi said before leaving, there was only one answer. There was an unknown hidden somewhere in the palace.
Dragon King.
But where exactly will it be?
He jumped to the rooftop of the imperial city, frowned, and looked around.
The palace was deserted, with corpses of dead servants everywhere. Outside the palace, the city remained the same, with a bustling crowd and nothing unusual.
If I have to say the only strange thing...
His eyes fell on a garden deep in the palace. It was said to be a garden, but it didn't live up to its name. It was more like a ruin, a ruin burned by fire.
Why is there a burned garden in such a huge palace? And it has not been restored yet? It’s strange no matter how you think about it.
What exactly happened here?
Xuan Hao stared at the destroyed garden in front of him. He didn't know what was going on and was slightly stunned.
Suddenly there was a strong burning sensation in his back, as if this fire was burning on his body. Behind his invisible back, an ancient mark radiated a red light through his clothes.
…
In the palace, the young man was sleeping on the throne.
"Brother..." Someone committed suicide and shouted in the fire.
It's so annoying. Whose naughty child is this? Don't disturb me when I sleep.
"Brother...save..." There was a hint of sadness in the voice.
Ah, I am so annoyed. If possible, I would like to wake up, but my eyelids are so heavy. Well, let me sleep for a while, just for a while.
"Brother...if you don't come again, we will be separated again..." The voice became weaker and weaker, and drifted away.
He suddenly felt very lonely. He was obviously asleep. Why would he have such thoughts in his dream? He was already asleep. The voice that gradually faded away revealed sadness and loneliness. His eyes, which had been closed for thousands of years, were trembling slightly.
"Brother...it's so dark and narrow here. I'm so scared. There are so many people outside...they want to take me away..."
It's so dark outside? Boy, are you going to be put in a sack? Have you met a trafficker? He suddenly woke up.
He was sitting on a golden throne, wearing a royal robe that he had never seen before. What he saw before him was a warm floor paved with jade. The palace was empty, and no one was there except him. Why was he here?
"Hello? Where are you? Why can't I find you?" He stood up.
His robe was dragged on the ground, and he walked towards the door step by step.
This door is so big, and why am I here, still wearing this clothes?
The young man reached out to push the door open. This door should be heavy, right?
Huh? How come it is so light?
The door opened, and what was in front of me was hell.
The young man saw it, it was a battlefield, no, it was just a one-sided plunder.
The fire is burning like a giant beast that is devouring everything, trying to turn everything here into ashes.
They burned, killed, and looted, and there were screams everywhere. Everything in the garden that could be looted was taken away. If they couldn't carry it away, they used carts or animals to carry it.
If it was really unlucky, he would destroy it arbitrarily. When it was destroyed, the young man's heart did not move at all, because he did not know where this place was. He did not know this garden at all, had never been there, and had nothing to do with him.
But there was something that made his pupils suddenly shrink and his heart felt an indescribable pain.
What is that? Is that a coffin? But why would I care about a coffin?
"Snapped!"
The young man wanted to step forward and take a look, but he ran into a wall. The door was obviously open, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier locking him in the palace.
"I'm leaving, brother. Goodbye. If I have the chance, I really want to see you in person." A somewhat childish voice came.
He heard clearly that the sound came from the coffin. Hearing the sound, he was a little confused. He wanted to ask you if you had recognized the wrong person, but he couldn't say it because his heart was inexplicably painful.
"Goodbye, brother, humans can't be trusted."
"boom!"
The boy punched the barrier, and the blazing light shone on his robe, not sunlight, but firelight. In the blazing flames, the garden was crying, the boy was crying, and the charred human figures were running and screaming in the blazing China.
The people carrying the coffin passed by the boy, but they seemed not to see the boy. No matter how much the boy beat him, those people were indifferent.
The white jade stone fell, the fire was still burning, and the screams continued. It was simply hell on earth.
He watched the boy being taken away, and his heart really hurt, as if he had lost something most important, empty, just because he could not wake up.
He suddenly remembered something very important. It seemed that he did have a younger brother, a younger brother who was sealed with him.
"Wei Ming... Wuyue." His lips trembled.
He opened his eyes suddenly. In the palace with brilliant crystal walls, the door on the throne was still closed. He was breathing rapidly, his whole body was shaking, and endless anger surged into his heart.
"Humanity!!!!!!!!"
…
Xuanhao stroked the ruins of the garden.
The burning sensation behind my back has not diminished at all, and has even become stronger.
He didn't know what was behind him, he couldn't see it at all, and there was no mirror here.
But he must feel that it is inseparable from everything here, and he can only find the answer by continuing to move forward.