Chapter 22: Return to Beijing

"How do I feel that something is peeking at me?" Sitting cross-legged on the roof, Ao Buregret swaying back and forth and looking into the distance, for some reason, there is always a feeling of burrs in his heart, every time the extreme heat rises, there should be an embarrassing feeling like falling into an ice cave when his body temperature is the highest. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Yan Jue squatted beside him, staring vacantly at the place where his father was staring.

"Zihan, is there any blame for the father?" Ao Buregret subconsciously rubbed his temples, but still didn't look back at the young man standing behind him who had grown into an adult, Yan Zihan was twenty-one this year, and he hadn't had a day of stability.

He nodded, then shook his head again.

Originally, he longed for an ideal life without fighting with the world, no fighting, no decay, a father who loved him, a mother who loved him, a happy family and Lego walked happily, maybe there will be no waves in the rest of his life.

But what made him a little disappointed but absolutely proud was that he had such a father.

Waving millions of heroes in Kyushu, eagles and wolves Gu peerless heroes, a well-deserved big hero, a big hooligan!

Yan Zihan, who didn't like to fight and fight, was his unrepentant son after all, and the first contact, the banned Yutian Blood Demon completely broke free from the insignificant imprisonment brought to him by the reincarnation of Kyushu and the human bloodline, making him a person who would not be afraid no matter how much blood he saw, how much death he saw...... Kook.

"Don't blame Dad for making you two like this, our family is like this, we never know what it means to be afraid." Ao Buregret grabbed the halberd made by the dead wood flower with black gold broken dragon iron, and strangled his left hand on the thorns of the halberd, and the left hand that did not deliberately protect his palm was drenched in blood, and slowly coated with halberd thorns and horizontal blades.

Perhaps the most uneasy time in my heart is called tingling on the scalp.

"To put it bluntly, I don't want you to get involved in this troubled water, your heart is different, and you are not suitable for revenge." Ao Buregret shook his head, and finally looked back at Yan Zihan, there were two lines of blood and tears on his face that had not been carved by the wind and sand, he smiled, but there was only endless sadness and pain.

I watched your uncle and grandfather die in front of me, watched our people being slaughtered by them, I am different from you, maybe you can feel that pain, Dad is not invincible, Dad has also lost, and there are times when he loses, and many times he is not far from death. How strong is our family? In the thirty-three days of this misty-day, 1,600 rivers and mountains once shouted the fate of our people and went to death, this is what your grandfather told me.

Throughout, no one retreated, no one feared, let alone surrendered.

Bloody battles to the death, fighting to the death.

I don't know what kind of faith your grandfather gave them, but I know that faith must be inviolable, if it weren't for that, it would be impossible for my Heavenly Dragon Realm to become the strongest force in these thirty-three days, and it would be impossible for so many people to follow.

"You don't understand, we are not human, we are born as dragons, and we are crazy." Ao Buregret's voice is very good, just like the prestigious Anran Creek of the Heavenly Civilization Yuanjutian, quiet and tranquil, probably I have never used this tone to calmly describe the past that I can't bear to look back on in this life. Most of the time it's just hurt and madness and despair.

"Can you tell me about them, grandpa?" Yan Zihan hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

He's a pretty stinky man, and the most manly man I've lived in all these years.

Ao Buregret pursed his lips and smiled, put down the dead wood flower, pulled out his right hand as if he had cut blood, and smeared the blood all over the bloody knife.

He slowly recounted his impressions of Ao Qianye, and the uneasiness in his heart made him more and more irritable.

At the boundary barrier of Qiyao Moyitian, a huge fiery red lion ran wildly, covered with scars, running all the way, all the way to get smaller, and finally shrunk to the size of a dog, and hung the wooden card on his neck in a serious way, wagging his little tail through the boundary barrier of Qiyao Moyitian, and entered the Emperor Huang Zengtian, the short claws looked like a dirty hairball rolling on the ground.

The Six Heavens of the Realm of Color, the Eighteen Heavens of the Realm of Desire, the Four Heavens of the Colorless Heavens, and the Four Brahmas each have a core, and the core is probably the existence of the Seven Heavens in the next six heavens, surrounded by other heavenly domains, and the core heavenly realms are connected up and down like a staircase.

The dog just rolled all the way and rolled into the emperor Huang Zengtian where Ao Buregret was.

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Great Phoenix

Teng Hao, who was holding the golden edict in one hand, frowned, in short, he was very resistant to returning to Beijing, and he didn't know when it started, because of his outstanding military achievements? Is it because of the youth? Or is it because of the dream of becoming a king?

Brothers are still brothers, but with a different taste.

The Huyan family mutters in their ears every day that their merits are high and shocking, there is no reward to seal, they impeach and protect the king's descendants every day, and they block the Teng family every day. Is it really against the king's lineage? The old and refined ministers looked at the nose, nose, mouth, mouth, and heart, and the atmosphere of old and decaying twilight filled the entire court, and they had the posture of being a group of rotten wood in this matter.

Teng Hao is clear, Hu Yanshu is also clear, everyone knows that this group of old wolves who have lost all their hair are holding their breath, and when one of the real Huyan family and the king of protection really shows their decline, they will pounce on it, and use the strength of the last hunt in their lives to attack them in groups, until one side ends.

"Hu Yanxi, I swear that I will slaughter you, or slaughter your own brother." Muttering, he looked back at the neatly arranged two battalions of soldiers of the Greedy Wolf Broken Army behind him, and rolled his eyes a little lazily and smiled: "Don't let my White Bone Army step into the Gyeonggi Army?" They are not from the White Bone Army. ”

Let's go.

The man and the horse who were on a par with Teng Hao pulled a strange arc at the corner of his lips.

Causing trouble on other people's territory is his forte, and uprooting one or even several families after causing trouble is his eye-popping inferiority inherited from the Heavenly Dragon Realm, he is not a soft-hearted person, nor is he a person who is willing to give.

The Huyan family can be more difficult to deal with than the Yuan family who is a hooligan in Kyushu?!

No way.

Although the history of the Yuan family may not have been as long as that of the Huyan family, sitting on a high position for a long time and groveling and being a slave are two different concepts.

"Brother Yan, these two camps have given me a good face, I personally promise, at least you will be promoted to one level in King Teng's reward, what you want, as long as I can give it to me, I won't be stingy!" Teng Hao looked at Ao Buregret with a fierce expression, and tightened the reins in his hand.

Ao Buregret raised his eyebrows, although he didn't like Teng Hao like this, but now that he cares about real money, he feels more comfortable, right?

With a snap of his fingers, Xuan Ze Xuanshu rode out.

The halberd one foot and three inches long hung two cyan flags, and a green snake piled up with white bones.

It was the military flag of the Luming Dynasty to protect the king's lineage, the green python died in the mountain.

"That's why I like you guy." Teng Hao exhaled lightly and smiled happily.

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