Mr. Guilin Shanliu was standing in front of him, tens of thousands of believers were ready to go, but in fact, it was not the turn of Twenty Luo to speak.

Asking the monarch to guide us sounds like a very polite, very dramatic, very blunt sentence. If you use the words of Mo Xiaohe, the emperor of Guilin, it is called a very stupid sentence.

But Twenty Luo just couldn't help but say it, from the bottom of her heart, she felt that this was a very sacred sentence.

Yes, she needs guidance, and so do these tens of thousands of Christians.

Since ending his enslavement and regaining his freedom, Twenty Lo once had low self-esteem, and has always walked in a gray marginal area, afraid to meet people or speak.

But at this moment, when she met the eyes of tens of thousands of people, her nervous mood slowly calmed down.

Because in the eyes of tens of thousands of people, including Mr. Six, there is no anger or contempt, only blood, expectation and appreciation.

They came with a common hope, and they could empathize with the blood in the hearts of the Twenty Ross, so they were all equal in their hearts.

After a while, countless believers tacitly turned their heads and focused their earnest eyes on Huo Zhong. No one was raised, without warning, and a neat and powerful voice rang out like a torrent across the boundless wasteland, "Please guide us, the sovereign." ”

The sound echoed through the wasteland like a tidal wave.

Startled several birds from the perch.

The dust is rolling, and the wind is bleak.

Mr. Six, Huo Zhong, still didn't speak, just quietly watched the crowd.

"What please guide the monarch. ”

"If you want to be our friends in Guilin Mountain, don't say such disgusting scenes that make you vomit, should you be a group of stupid believers?"

But after the crowd was quiet, at the time of the expectations and expectations of countless people, at an extremely solemn and sacred moment, a voice sounded very abruptly.

It was a young man who appeared out of thin air.

The man was dressed in a white robe, sitting on a big rock in the middle of the mountain in a very relaxed posture, his beautiful face was very consistent with the beauty of the mountains and rivers, and his expression was indescribably chic and peerless.

The man's voice was full of magnetism and confidence, "I know, you can't stand being enslaved, you can't stand being bullied by the outside world, and we people in Guilin Mountain can't stand it." ”

"But do you know what our Guilin Mountain will say when we encounter injustice?"

"We're going to say, fuck you, fuck you!"

The man stood up, his slender body was tall and powerful, his fingertips tapped the small saber at his waist, and waved his arm a little unnaturally, "Come, shout with me, fuck it!"

Tens of thousands of believers naturally know that this is the master of the geniuses of Guilin Mountain, Cangsheng.

Fuck it, that's very uncivilized and rude language, and it shouldn't have been on such a solemn occasion.

But no one interrupted the man.

Believers know that this is the person who has guarded them for generations, and everything he says is right.

"Fuck it!"

As a result, a very uncivilized voice sounded in unison on the plain. Extremely vulgar and very hot-blooded.

The man waved his hand slightly, and tens of thousands of people fell silent at the same time.

"You are not afraid of death, and you have come from all over to support our Guilin country, which is very good. ”

"Then if Guilin wants to become a country, it starts with you. ”

"From now on, you will live at the foot of Guilin Mountain, according to your cultivation, each person can wear a corresponding level of spirit stones every day, cultivate first, and then expand the territory of our Guilin Kingdom step by step, how about it?"

As Cang Sheng, who has guarded the residents of Guilin for generations, his great and miraculous deeds have been praised by believers for hundreds of years.

How many believers are proud to see each other, even if they look at Cangsheng from afar. His words naturally have a strong appeal.

"Guilin is mighty!" replied the fanatical believers neatly and forcefully.

Under the gathering of countless anticipatory eyes, Cangsheng, who had a sword at his waist and was incomparably beautiful, took a sip of wine gently, and his face was indescribably proud and happy.

In the hearts of countless believers, they felt that their blood was unbearable, and they couldn't wait to ride their home mounts immediately, and from this moment on, they embarked on the journey of conquering the Book of Heaven.

The gentle and elegant Mr. Six was like a fool, pointing at the spring breeze and scolding Cangsheng.

"Ignore this idiot, what he says doesn't count. ”

The scene suddenly fell silent.

A sparrow that had just given birth to its cubs flew up from it, startling away a few resting wild boars.

But it's quieter.

Cangsheng, who had a peerless face, was not angry, but laughed instead, and under the gathering of countless stunned eyes, he still took a sip of wine and shouted, pointing in an unknown direction and shouting, "We're just a miscellaneous, ignore me." ”

"Your Emperor of Guilin is behind, look, you listen to him. ”

The direction that Cang Sheng pointed to were two young men and girls riding horses in the sun.

The young man was in rags and old clothes, the bones on one side of his face were concave, his long messy hair fluttered in the wind, and the thin horse he was riding was a little lame, like a poor and sour man who came out of a poor mountain and remote area.

The girl's white dress is fluttering, and she has not yet finished growing, and her delicate face is picturesque.

Is this really the future emperor of Guilin?

Fanatical believers always feel that something is wrong.

There is something wrong with this young man, or rather, there is something wrong with this monarch of Guilin, especially when he walks with this fairy-like girl.

I can't say what's wrong.

In the impression of living believers, the image should be a wise and martial Cangsheng, although he was despised by his own apprentice Mr. Six, but after all, he was really a big man who had guarded the residents of Guilin for many years. Except for him, no one had the courage to appear halfway up Guilin Mountain and shout.

But what is this Guilin Emperor?

According to legend, he can fight extraordinary, and he has never been able to avoid cultivating his soul and forging his body, and Geng Huairou, who is invincible in the holy realm, can't kill him.

But, why does it always feel a little bad?

Even the believers who are extremely fanatical about Guilin Mountain in their hearts are a little confused in their hearts.

...

...

Mo Xiaohe, who was riding a thin horse to face the rising sun, finally met his people.

There are tens of thousands of people in Guilin in front of them, some of them are men and women, some are old and some are young, and some of them are even masters who have advanced to the gods and are masters who can save their lives in this world.

Like most ordinary young people, Mo Xiaohe also had a bloody picture of leading countless hot-blooded men to charge into battle.

When I was a child, I read books, and every time I saw the pictures of the army lining up to fight in a square, Mo Xiaohe even thought that if there was no horse, he could ride the pig raised by Aunt Ying to the battlefield.

And now, as an ordinary man, the picture of tens of thousands of soldiers is really right in front of him.

Mo Xiaohe also heard their blood-boiling words shouting about the emperor, monarch, please guide us, etc.

He could hear their heartfelt loyalty to the kingdom of Guilin.

Now I can finally meet my own people.

But Mo Xiaohe was not so excited that his blood was unbearable, and a warm torrent surged into his heart.

Instead, he felt that something was wrong.

This group of people was so indignant at the last moment, and now they are looking at themselves, why do they have such eyes?

Isn't this the way I often looked at the stupid brother of the Anan family, Lao Wu, when I was in Shili Street?

There is nothing unkind, no contempt, but only cordial sympathy, and of course a hint of suspicion.

Mo Xiaohe hated these eyes very much, and even got a little angry, his neat and beautiful sharp oval eyes stood up a little, as if he was staring at people.

He really wanted to shout what to see, look at the birds' eggs? Doesn't he look like an emperor himself?

"Little junior brother, it is undeniable that you are brave and powerful, handsome and handsome, severe and cold. ”

"But... In the future, can you not think about being comfortable, just wear slippers and loose old clothes... Are you still old and crossed?"

"You're like this... No matter how handsome he is, he doesn't look like an emperor. ”

There was a beautiful voice from the little sister next to her.

It's like a few quacking peacocks in the jungle not far away.

It's empty, it's ethereal, it's beautiful, it's a little hard to accept.

At least it made Mo Xiaohe, the emperor of Guilin, a little difficult to accept.