The world never gives the fool enough time to prepare, or it has been given but not cherished. It is not until faced with difficulties that people will learn to reflect and pick up the word 'self-blame'.

"All smashed?"

The disadvantage of the majestic palace is that it is set up underground, and the handle of the throne under the throne of His Holiness has been pinched and deformed.

"It's all smashed. ”

The chief knelt on the ground, as if he did not want to let the people in the seat see his face, and he buried his head very low.

"Eight or nine?"

His Holiness asked.

"It's thirteen. ”

The chief replied, his voice as low as the chirping of a mosquito.

"Thirteen ......"

His Holiness repeated the words of the chief and placed them on the tip of his tongue.

"I'm heaven, court, up, state, earth, big, thing, and bo, presumably these thirteen nuclear bombs are just a drop in the bucket, am I right?"

His Holiness said.

"Yes, His Holiness is very true. ”

The first long way.

"It's just that how did you hear that the movement of these thirteen nuclear bombs is a bit small?"

His Holiness changed his words and kicked the fat pig-like head and chief in a somersault.

"His Holiness is angry! His subordinates have no way! His subordinates should be damned!"

The head of the kick was covered in blood, and he crooked his nose and shouted for mercy.

"Click. ”

The handle that had been ** for a long time finally broke, and His Holiness stood up in a rage, his chest bellows like an endless agitation, as if he was going to burst the entire palace with a fury.

"Damn it?"

His voice was so loud that no matter how many times he stood up straight and puffed up his chest, it would make people feel like there was a mountain standing in front of him.

A mountain that will crush at any moment.

The chief did not dare to say anything more, except for the blood dripping from his broken nose.

"The level of nuclear weapons developed by the Yang Tian Dynasty can actually lag behind the Western alien race?

The backward and substandard level of nuclear weapons and weapons made His Holiness's heart ache.

"Say, how much are you and your doglegs greedy?!"

His Holiness hates greed and corruption the most, and now his true lungs are about to explode.

"His Holiness is angry!"

The chief was silent for a short time, and the words he uttered were still unnourishing.

"Stop your mother's wrath!"

Another kick, this kick directly kicked the chief against the wall, but fortunately, both the chief and the wall had been practiced, and the venerable one's angry kick did not put either of them to death.

There were a few cracks in the wall, and a few bones broke in the head and chief's body.

"Say!"

His Holiness kicked again, but this one missed.

The small staff will be accepted, and the large staff will go. The admonitions of the ancient sages poured into the hearts of the chiefs one by one.

He got up from the ground and dodged His Holiness with an extremely dexterous movement.

"Not a single point!"

His eyeballs were red, bloodshot red, blood-stained madness.

He yelled at His Holiness, and the spit and blood from his mouth sprayed onto the other's face and body.

No one would dare to speak to His Holiness like that, unless he had put his life and death on the line.

"Have you ever counted how many cultivators there are in the entire Heavenly Dynasty? Do you know how many people from the Xiuzhen forces are officials in the court?! Do you know how much grain is needed to exchange even the lowest-end Qi Gathering Pill and Bigu Dan? Do you know how much blood which families have sucked out of this country every year, monthly, and every day?! This country has long been covered with skin and bones! Do you know how much food substitute food is used by the lower class, no, the so-called 'middle class' people every day?!"

The chief must have gone mad, he questioned, stepped forward step by step, and His Holiness was also frightened by his crazy actions and momentum, and actually retreated step by step, until he hit his seat and sat back again.

"You don't know anything!"

The chief roared.

Yes, His Holiness does not know anything.

His Holiness is not surnamed Zhao, and he does not know the account of the Xiuzhen Gate Valve.

His Holiness is not surnamed Nong, he does not know about the underlying ecology.

Although he lived between the Xiuzhen clan and the poor peasants below, although he established a political power in charge of the whole country, in reality, many things and places were not within the reach of his hands. For this agrarian nation that had once subjugated to the soles of the cultivators' shoes, his only contribution was the introduction of the words 'market' and 'science'.

He sat down in his chair in a daze, his face mixed with blood and foam, and a foul stench brewing in the air, which filled him with a smell of frustration.

It's just that he himself can't say who the defeated person is.

Is it the young man who once fought the world barefoot and vowed to turn over the world's hard-working people?

Or is it a middle-aged man who moved into the palace of the former dynasty after the victory of the revolution, sat on the throne, and thought that he was in charge of the world?

Or did he finally admit his limitations, and instead conclude a contract with the Xiuzhen forces, becoming the 'Venerable' he is today?

He didn't know.

A defeat is a defeat, and it is difficult to turn the tables around now.

He covered his face in pain, completely oblivious to the expression on the chief's face like the aftermath of the catastrophe and the trace of fear.

"Ahem......"

The chief coughed twice, a trace of blood hanging from his mouth, and the Venerable One lowered his head and waved his hand at him.

"Let's go out, I want to be alone for a while. ”

His Holiness said.

The chief took the order and left.

"By the way, tell Lin Ming that the generals are subordinate to Hua Xia, what is there that we can't sit down and talk about together?"

His Holiness's voice seemed to have aged dozens of years all of a sudden, or perhaps his voice at this time was worthy of his age.

……

"It's Hua Xia?hahaha!"

The chief's people couldn't directly contact Lin Ming, after all, they were afraid of death, so a communication was sent to the blood clans at sea first.

Compared to the demands of the Celestial Dynasty, the blood clan at this time was really sitting down together to have a good talk, but the content of their discussion was when and which place should be used as the landing point of the first shot to open the gate of the Celestial Dynasty.

Jack's opinion was ignored, and the power he had planned to send was suppressed by many bloods.

Flip the table?

One person lifts ten people press!

Jack was about to leave in a bad mood, but at this time, a communication came from the Heavenly Dynasty.

In the communication, the chief was pale, kind and persuasive, quoted scriptures, and the sky was scattered, and the men were silent when they heard it, and the women wept when they heard it.

The Bloods don't have the ability to shed tears, and they doze off.

The newsletter lasted for an hour, and if it weren't for the fact that one of the female Bloods in the room thought his nose was funny, Lawrence would have shut it off in less than five minutes.

"Ten thousand years ago, they thought that we were 'fellow Hua Xia'? Generals? Are they worthy of mentioning this name? Such shameless people, playing with their tongues first-class, it's a pity not to talk about cross talk!"

It was Jack who spoke out, but this time most of the audience agreed with him.

"Okay, then let's teach this shameless man a good lesson today, what do you say?"

Lawrence saw that Jack's 'anti-war' sentiment had greatly decreased, so he took advantage of the situation.

"blood!blood!blood!"

Everyone shouted in unison.