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"Luo Jiang, do you know what it can eat? I feel like it's hungry. ”

"Uh......"

Hearing this, Luo Jiang was stunned, although her forum name is meow, but she is not a real meow, she is just selling cute, where do you know about raising cats.

Seeing that Luo Jiang was silent, Zhong Qian knew that she didn't know, and then said:

"Do me a favor, pick it up, it should be fine with the carton, I'll look it up on the Internet. ”

"Qianqian, why don't you take me to check?"

Looking at the little milk cat in the box, Luo Jiang only felt goosebumps on his body, his eyes shrank, and he said quickly.

"Well, that's fine. ”

picked up the box containing the little milk cat, Zhong Qian turned around and walked in the direction of the large convenience supermarket at the entrance of the film and television city, and Luo Jiang was stunned:

"Qianqian, aren't we here to find your son?"

"Let's help this little guy first. ”

What was given back to Luo Jiang, who was full of hesitation, was a hearty smile on Zhong Qian's cold face.

Luo Jiang didn't agree with Zhong Qian's decision, but because Bo Jinchen hadn't seen her in person, he couldn't get in even if he arrived at the door of the hotel. Moreover, in a strange place, it is better for two people to walk down the street than for her to be a girl, and her frowning brows relaxed, and she quickly followed.

====== change at 2 o'clock! It may also be ......====== before 8 o'clock tomorrow

====== change at 2 o'clock! It may also be ......====== before 8 o'clock tomorrow

Well, it was discovered, and the code word has no state recently, but the situation in August will not be repeated, and it will persist until the end. Although the text should be around 100 words, the time is expected to be in December.

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Eastern Han Empire, Imperial Palace, Mountain and River Palace.

"Your Majesty, she has betrayed her promise with you. ”

With an elegant face, the minister in a purple robe said in a deep voice.

"I know. ”

Chu Mo, who was dressed in an imperial robe, sat behind the bookcase, put down the scroll in his hand, and said warmly.

"The first emperor was kind to his ministers, and he treated each other as the left minister, and he didn't want to ...... now. The old minister is incompetent......"

Chu Mo shook his head when he heard this, and in the year of his establishment, I wanted to turn the tide, but unfortunately, time was running out.

The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night!

"A few days ago, after watching the stars at night, the pavilion master of the Xingren Pavilion said to himself - seven kills, breaking the army, greedy wolf, three stars in the air, desperate! I don't want to, Chu Mo, who has no taboos, will also have a fateful one. ”

Chu Mo looked at Murong Xiang and smiled, his face was pale, everything was as usual.

Murong Xiang caught a glimpse of the smile on Chu Mo's face, and his heart suddenly burst out. His Majesty's smile is really cold! Perhaps, the coolness of early spring has not yet dissipated.

"Your Majesty's purple star life, there are no taboos. ”

Murong Xiangsheng echoed.

Seeing that when his father was on the throne, Murong Xiang, who led one of the three major dynasties, was in front of him at this moment, Chu Mo grinned, lifted the silver wine jug on the bookcase and poured it into his mouth. The eight white and pure teeth reflected the silver wine jug, and in Murong Xiang's eyes, it was extraordinarily permeable.

"Let's go down first. ”

"Whoa!"

Looking at Murong Xiang's figure bowing his head and retreating, Chu Mo's expression was clear, but his eyes were extremely complicated.

Don't blame me!

The imperial capital of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the city of the rising sun, the Zuo Xiangfu.

"Master, I'm home!"

On the corridor, the housekeeper saw Murong Xiang, hurriedly saluted, and bowed.

Nodding lightly, Murong Xiang said:

"Is my sister in the room?

When the housekeeper heard this, his face was a little embarrassed, and he didn't seem to be able to answer.

Seeing this, Murong Xiang sighed and said:

"I haven't eaten for ten, and I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it anymore at the ninth level. Let the kitchen bring the porridge that I ordered to stew in the morning to the study, and I will personally deliver it to her later. ”

"Got it, sir. ”

The butler nodded, and immediately turned to leave.

Entering the study, Murong Xiang was just seated. A red light suddenly appeared in front of him. A middle-aged man with a glowing red body held a blue sword pointed straight at his neck.

First, then eight!

Murong Xiang's pupils shrank, he, but the seventh level later, there was a first-level martial arts master who deliberately stabbed, but it was a big battle!

"You're here to kill me?"

With a slight bow, the middle-aged man did not say a word.

"You are His Majesty's man. ”

After staring at the middle-aged man in front of him for a long time, Murong Xiang closed his eyes and said lightly. This is not a question, it is clear that he has confirmed the identity of the person.

Looking at Murong Xiang, who was meditating with his eyes closed, the middle-aged man had a trace of unbearability in his eyes, and did not deny Murong Xiang's words.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Murong Xiang opened his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man, and asked calmly.

After a little hesitation, the middle-aged man finally spoke.

“。 ”

"I want to talk to my daughter. ”

Murong Xiang's originally calm face was faintly struggling, guilty, and helpless at this time...... And so on and so forth.

"Good. ”

Murong Xiang took a deep breath and stood up, leaning over to the bookcase. The left hand holds the sleeve, the right hand grinds the inkstone, and the ink is dizzy again and again. turned his back, took off the raw xuan from the bookshelf and spread it out, pressed the paperweight, smoked the white wolf with ink, brushed a few brushes, and completed it in one go.

Knock!

"Master, the porridge has been brought. ”

The butler knocked on the door.

"Before leaving the porridge at the door, you go down first!"

Click, click......

The housekeeper gradually left.

Raising his head and glancing at the middle-aged man whose gaze was condensed on the paper, Murong Xiang smiled gently, walked to the door, and opened the wooden door with force. The creaking sound was much louder than before.

"Father's ......"

The delicate and lovely woman like a porcelain doll opened the door, saw Murong Xiang, turned around and sat down in the room, silent.

"Jin'er, blame your father, don't be hungry, come, drink some porridge, and stew it in the kitchen specially ordered by your father before going out. ”

Murong Xiang held the tray, put the porridge and bowls on the table in the room one by one, and said gently.

Unable to stop Murong Xiang's actions, Murong Jin simply turned his head.

"It's good to come back safely, as for these things, I don't want to eat them. ”

"I know for my father, you are still blaming your father in your heart, but it's always bad not to eat, just eat a little, okay?

Murong Xiang sighed softly, then squeezed out a smile and coaxed gently.

Seeing his father's elegant and vicissitudes of life, it was the same as the care he had when he was a child, Murong Jin pursed his lips vigorously, and took the porridge that had been held in Murong Xiang's hand. Although she hates to admit it, she knows that she eats deliciously.

In a short time, the pot containing the porridge has also bottomed out.

"I'm done. ”

Murong Jin held his eyes that wanted to cry and said coldly.

Looking at her daughter's stubborn appearance, Murong Xiang smiled lovingly, and was about to speak at first, but was interrupted by Murong Jin. I saw her bite her lip, and a gloom flashed on her face, and then she forced herself to show herself:

"The empire is in trouble, and my father, as the left minister, naturally puts the country before the family. His Majesty is doomed to die, and his father's approach is right, marrying Prince Fu, and his daughter does not dare to complain. A few days ago, I was troubled, which made my father worried. Not in the future, if nothing else, my daughter wants to go for a walk in the garden. ”

"Let's go, let's go. ”

Murong Xiang stared at the bottom-out porridge pot and said slowly.

Hearing this, Murong Jin closed his eyes forcefully, turned around and left the room.

Looking at her daughter's figure walking away, Murong Xiang's mouth hung a smile that was more ugly than crying.

Don't dare to complain, so don't dare to complain! Emperor Xian, have you ever known that for the sake of this great Eastern Han Empire, I, Murong Xiang, even my most beloved daughter...... I can't keep it! I'm Murong Xiang! Really, I'm alone......

With a long sigh, Murong Xiang's face was full of tears.

A red light flashed with a blue light, and then vanished.

Eastern Han Empire, Imperial Palace, Zige.

"Do your best, and then die. ”

Chu Mo stared at the raw rice paper on the bookcase, his face expressionless.

"He's dead?"

The middle-aged man nodded, paused, and said in a loud voice:

"He's a loyal servant. ”

Playing with the wine cup in his hand, Chu Mo raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man:

"I know he's a loyal servant. ”

Then, word by word, he said:

"It's a pity that he's loyal, not me!"

The middle-aged man understood that he had just lost his words, and he didn't dare to anger the famous tyrant in front of him, so he was silent.

"Where's King Fu?"

Holding the wine cup, the clear wine in the glass is along the wall of the glass, little by little soaked in the ink on the paper.

"Dead too. ”

Hearing this, Chu Mo nodded with satisfaction, and the palace built for thousands of years outside the window, under the afternoon sun, there was an inexplicable feeling of gloom.

Standing by the window, Chu Mo lifted the wine jug, drank a whole pot, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said:

"Arrange for all the first-level warriors to escort my mother to Nanliang. ”

The middle-aged man's face was flat, and there was a trace of looseness and anxiety at this time:

"Then Your Majesty's side ......"

"I'm going, or I'm going to die. If they stay with me, they will give their lives in vain, so why bother? ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes were completely unbelievable, when would a tyrant who kills impermanence take care of his life?

"Hehe......"

Chu Mo looked at the new branches growing from the trees outside the window, smiled loudly, turned his head and saw the middle-aged man open his mouth to speak, and said lightly:

"Do you want to ask me, why are you determined to die, and let you kill King Fu and Zuo Xiang?"

The middle-aged man was surprised by Chu Mo's keen and unusual insight, and nodded on his face.

"I'm here to keep more people alive, do you believe it......?"

In the sub-pavilion, the middle-aged man looked stunned.

It's night.

A figure walked out of the already silent palace, wearing a royal robe, with an indifferent face, it was Chu Mo. Drink the wine yourself, call before and after the weekday, and the tyrant who cannot be a lifetime is extremely depressed at this time.

Why do you want to kill them? Because the only one who can save the empire is me, Chu Mo! Who in the world today knows that I have lived two lives?

In the first life, my father and emperor died, the empire was shattered, and I was twenty-eight years old and died depressed. I thought that the second life would be able to predict the prophet and change my life. I don't want to, but my life is so thin!

Tell me, why my Chu clan has been crisscrossing the continent for thousands of years, and now it is on the verge of extinction! Why is the history of my Eastern Han Empire more than 10,000 years now turning to dust!

Step by step, in the blink of an eye, out of the imperial capital.

This is a technique that can be controlled by a martial artist at the fifth level - shrinking the ground into inches, and it is not a problem for Chu Mo, who is at the sixth level.

Standing under a tree not far from the city gate, Chu Mo looked up at the top of the city gate, where three simple and heavy words were engraved - Rising Sun City.

"Perhaps, for more than 20,000 years on the mainland, the only thing that has remained unchanged is you. ”

Chu Mo took a sip of wine and laughed.

The city has existed since ancient times, but the imperial capital has moved with the change of power.

Looking back at the night stained with thick fog outside the imperial capital, Chu Mo closed his eyes.

A pale white light swept across the horizon, and a roar resounded through the firmament:

"Chu Mo, you should have died a long time ago!"

There was a deep pit tens of meters long left on the ground, and the body of a man whose body was completely destroyed on the surface of the body.

Chu Mo, 33 years old, died.

Once, this was also a murderer who could stop a three-year-old child from crying, and the common people feared him like a ghost. Born in the Eastern Han Dynasty, he is the third prince of the four empires of the Chen Continent - the Eastern Han Empire.

Ben was praised by the people of the empire as a gentle and humble son, but for some reason, his temperament changed greatly at the age of eighteen. Killing brothers and forcing brothers, killing people like hemp, losing all their conscience, having no humanity, drinking raw blood, and eating human flesh. When this person was born, it was the sorrow of the people of the Eastern Han Empire.

——Chenli 20603.The fourth day of the second month

"Chen, Eastern Han Empire, Fengyunlu" is recorded.

Chen Continent, Snow Peak.

"He, after all, failed to reverse his fate. In this continent, in thousands of years, I am afraid that it will be difficult to find a person to resist. Life is like Chu Mo, how sad!"

On the highest peak of the Chen Continent, the Snow Peak, an old man with white beard and chest and a blue cloth robe, holding a seven-foot bamboo pole and twisting the white beard on his chest, was stunned at first, and then sighed.

A soft and bright light sprinkled down beside him, and a woman in white suddenly appeared, staring at the blue-purple star that suddenly disappeared in the east, and her cherry lips spit lightly:

"Not necessarily. ”

As soon as the words fell, the bamboo pole in the palm of the old man's palm was automatic for no reason, dripping and turning, and finally pointed back to the east.

"Reincarnation of three lives. ”

The woman's eyes were focused on the rejuvenated blue-purple stars, her face was not sad or joyful, and the color of her eyes was even more complex and difficult to understand.

The stars fluctuated in an instant, flickering and disappearing, and the old man looked at it in a daze, muttering to himself:

"I remember that this kind of life has not been seen on the continent for tens of thousands of years. ”

"I hope he can achieve his destiny this time, mortals still have ten lifetimes of reincarnation, he ...... The third will die!"

Pinching his white beard, the old man's stunned expression gradually calmed down, and after a little silence, he said slowly.

The imperial capital of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the imperial palace.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, a baby's cry came from the ancient palace, which resounded through the sky of the imperial capital, and it was the palace maids who came and went in a hurry in the palace that reflected this baby's cry.

"Tell Your Majesty, the queen is born! is a prince, congratulations to Your Majesty!"

In the quaint and atmospheric palace, a guard with a knife bowed down.

"Very good!"

When the black-haired and short-bearded emperor heard this, his eyebrows were slightly raised, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he waved away the guards.

"Go down and get your reward!"

When the hall was empty, the emperor seemed to ask himself and answered, and muttered:

"National Teacher, have you confirmed that it is Ziyao Xing's fate?"

The hall was empty, and naturally no one answered. The strange thing is that the oil lamp in the main hall flickered a few times, and the emperor's ears stirred slightly.

"I see! Life is lacking, and creation is difficult to understand......

This quaint atmosphere, a light sigh came from the mountain and river hall where the courtiers discussed politics on weekdays.

The imperial capital of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the imperial palace, the Jiaofang Palace.