"I thought you wouldn't.." Oleg Qingxuan stood up, and she reached out and stroked Xiang Yiming's face.

Xiang Yiming knew what Oleg Qingxuan had not finished speaking, he was a person who didn't talk much, and if he hadn't met Tuoba Qian, maybe even if he knew that his mother didn't have too much right or wrong in this relationship, he wouldn't have spoken.

"Affection is a matter for the three of you, and I am indeed your child. Xiang Yiming's lips trembled a little, obviously saying such a sentence is very inconsistent with his character of not liking to talk.

"Hehe..."Oleg Qingxuan hugged Xiang Yiming, with tears on his face, "The child has grown up, but it's a pity that I have never been by your side again." ”

"It's fine." Xiang Yiming let Oleg Qingxuan press his head, feeling very empty in his heart, and the moment of relief made him feel very relaxed.

Before leaving, Oleg Qingxuan took out a box with a note pressed on it and handed it to Xiang Yiming's hand. She watched her child push open the door, thinking of the woman who put the dagger on her child's neck, if it wasn't for Sang Xiaoxiao using her own child as a threat, maybe her child would not have lived.

"Izug... Yaoguang's people..... Alas...," she pressed her forehead and sighed heavily, her face sad after pleasure.

The door was opened again, Luo Shui stood at the door, carrying a package, when the door was closed, several bloody human heads rolled out of the package, "Not a single one was released, Yaoguang's deployment in Yue Country has become more rigorous." ”

"He's here, and it's time to count the time. Oleg Qingxuan looked at the head on the floor, and his tone suddenly became eerie, "No one can threaten me with my child's life, not even my brother. ”

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Territory, Women, Wealth, Status, Honor.....

A gray-haired man on the throne whispered with his head down, his eyes closed, and he saw a large field of fire in his mind, and waves of air burst out from the flames burning on the beams of the house.

He stood at the door of the palace, his face covered with blood, twisting the neck of a maid, and looked at a man in the hall who was looking at him calmly.

The crossbowmen's hands resting on the trigger trembled, and the black-armored soldiers surrounded the main hall, lined up in two rows.

"Here you are, my brother. The man in the green robe standing in the main hall looked at him with both hands on the hilt of his sword, and spoke calmly.

He didn't speak, just raised the sharp blade in his hand and shouted hoarsely, "The one who wins the head, the official worships a product!"

The black-armored soldiers around them roared and ran to the bottom of the steps of the main hall with neat steps, but none of the soldiers dared to rush up. The crossbowmen on the flanks were so nervous that their hands trembled, and none of the soldiers dared to wave their weapons at the man in front of the throne.

He was still standing there, staring at the man on the steps, who he felt was laughing, looking at him with a very mocking look.

"Kill him!" After a very brief glance, he suddenly avoided the man's gaze, and waved his sword hand down.

The soldiers at the foot of the stairs yelled, trying to dispel the fear in their hearts. They began to rush up the stairs in droves, waving their Changge and slamming forward.

The man on the steps with both hands on the hilt of his sword pulled out his sword, and a fierce momentum suddenly burst out from him. The extremely sharp blade of the sword directly cut off the Changge in the hands of the samurai, and no one rushed forward.

Corpses were piled up on the steps, and the soldiers below looked at each other, not daring to go up, staring at the man holding a sword on the step with a look of awe on the step.

"Haha.. My brother, if you want to be king, you can take it yourself!" The man on the steps roared, a crossbow arrow pierced through his chest, his pupils shrank, his hands suddenly pressed on the hilt of the sword, supporting his body, and looking at the man at the door of the main hall, "Come up, use the sword to tell the widow that it belongs to your ambition!"

The roar was still echoing in his ears, and he felt his body tremble, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a woman standing in front of him, gently shaking his arm, "King, why are you asleep?"

It was a dream, he glared at the woman, his forehead was covered with sweat, and looked up at the entrance of the temple, where there seemed to be a man standing too, with a great sword, and spoke to him, "Here you are, my brother." ”

"King, what are you looking at?" the woman ignored her when she saw the man on the throne open her eyes, and couldn't help but gently push the man on the throne again, and said angrily.

"Get out!" he pressed his forehead with his hand, and pushed away the woman who rubbed his arm against his chest with one hand, his tone impatient.

The woman fell to the ground, her eyes bulged widely, her face turned pale in an instant, she got up from the ground in a panic, saluted and turned away.

After he was the only one left in the hall, he sighed heavily, stood up with a big belly, shook off his black sleeve robe, and his face was full of melancholy.

In one of the pavilions of the palace, there was a woman sitting quietly, she looked a little old, and she twisted the pages of the book one by one without powder.

The man stood upstairs, raised his head and watched quietly, without speaking, until the other party saw him.

He lowered his head, patted his head vigorously, and walked up to the pavilion. The woman still looked down at the book in her hand, "Why did the king want to come here, don't you give up?"

"Give up?" King Yue whispered, "The widow is the king who replaces him, and the king will not give up easily!"

"Then why don't you uproot the stronghold of the Xuzhou Business Alliance in Los Angeles? For more than 20 years, you have allowed the people of the Xuzhou Business Alliance to do business in the port of Yueguo. The woman chuckled, "The reason why the Youming warriors were able to leave the Yue Kingdom, you should know that this is related to the Xuzhou Business Alliance, is it guilt?

The widow is waiting for your child to come back obediently, and the movement of the Xuzhou Business Alliance will tell the widow the answer he needs. King Yue's tone suddenly became cold, "When the killing resumes, you will know if the widow is guilty?"

The woman's hand paused, she raised her head and showed a peaceful smile, "Then don't hesitate like you did back then, let go of my child." The smile faded, the woman lowered her head again, and turned the page, "He is Li Hui and my child, I know he will come back." You're getting old and you're slower with your sword, but don't hesitate, it will make you slower. ”

If she is not in a hurry, she can't hear the woman's thoughts, she just looks at the book calmly.

"Well, thank you for the advice. King Yue chuckled, nodded, shook his head and turned around and walked down the pavilion. After he left, the woman raised her head again, her gaze was no longer as calm as before, and the corner of the book had been scratched by her hand.