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A golden scroll appears in the box.

The scroll was not large, and it was pulled out of the scroll by the Minister of the Interior's hands.

Everyone fell to their knees and bowed respectfully to the scroll.

Zhao Chunliang followed the customs of the locals, and also worshiped together, although he didn't like to bow down to people very much, but people are dead, goodbye, that is, goodbye.

The Minister of the Interior and two other ministers opened the scroll, and XY and Balin walked to the throne together.

The five of them looked at the scroll together.

A scroll is a will.

What was on the reels didn't come as a surprise to everyone.

Khai still appointed Bahrain as his heir, but when he named Bahrain as his heir, Khai also gave Zai a lot of things.

There were so many of those things that were beyond the imagination of everyone present.

According to Zhao Chunliang's estimate, the value of what Zai got was at least more than one trillion.

It can be seen that Haim still loves his son very much, otherwise, according to the tradition of the oil country, the value of things obtained by a prince like Zey who has not been able to inherit the throne is generally between 10 billion and 100 billion, and trillions have never appeared in history.

With so much money, XY really can't spend it all in his life.

XY stood beside Bahrain and burst into tears, but Bahrain at this time, did not shed any more tears, because his goal had been achieved, he finally became the king of the oil country, although now only nominally determined his identity as king, has not gone through a series of canonization procedures, but there has never been a situation in history where any king who has been canonized has been abolished again, and now that the old king is dead, then no one can abolish his identity, as long as the funeral is presided over tomorrow, When the time comes, he will be canonized again, and after his identity as king has been legally determined, he Abdullah. Bahrain can become the real king of the oil country.

The true king who controls tens of trillions of wealth.

Balin wanted to laugh, but at this time he also knew that he couldn't laugh, so he could only try his best to control it.

"There are still flaws in this acting skill after all." Zhao Chunliang squinted at Bahrain, if Bahrain's performances were full marks before, then now this one is a little worse, although the feeling of wanting to laugh is very weak, but Zhao Chunliang can feel it, the real actor, at this time, it will definitely not make people feel his joy.

After the will was published, Bahrain, as the new king, stood on the throne and gave a speech.

The speech was very rich and inspiring, and Bahrain announced that as soon as he became king, he would cut taxes and give amnesty to the world, and everything was very good.

So good that Zhao Chunliang felt a little that he seemed to have been preparing for this speech for a long time.

In any case, the new king is a virtuous king, which is a good thing for the people and officials of the oil country, so the sadness of the old king's death has been somewhat diluted.

After his speech, Bahrain bowed deeply to everyone in front of him, and then turned to leave.

Although he was very eager to sit on the throne now, he knew that he could not sit yet, and he would not be able to sit until after the canonization.

XY walked to Zhao Chunliang's side a little lonely, and his fat body seemed to be much thinner because of this decadent atmosphere.

"Don't be too upset." Zhao Chunliang didn't know how to comfort people, so he had to say something that seemed pale and weak to him.

"I know." XY smiled miserably and said, "I still remember the first time he taught me archery, the first time he taught me to use a gun, the first time he took me on a camel in the desert, and then told me that as his son I am the richest child in the world, and I still remember the first time he took me to hunt, that time we hunted a tiger in the jungle, and the tiger opened its mouth and could bite off my head in one bite, and my father shot through the tiger's head with an arrow, and it was in my heart at that time. He is the most powerful man in the world, but now, he is lying in a cold coffin. Over the years, I rarely chatted with my father, and I kept spending money every day, drunk and dreaming of death, it seemed that the man would always stand there and look at me, and now I finally understand that there is no one in this world who will not die, even if he is a powerful father, I want to say a few more words to him, but it is too late. ”

Zhao Chunliang's heart trembled suddenly, he thought of his father, remembered countless days and nights when he was an hour, his father was by his side, chatting with him about some stories of the rivers and lakes, and chatting with himself.

At that time, I felt that my father was the most knowledgeable person in the world, but in a blink of an eye, I had been away from home for many years, and although I occasionally went back, I never had time to sit down with my father and listen to him tell me those amazing stories.

Zhao Chunliang feels that the luckiest thing for him is that his Lao Tzu will live for many years.

From the current point of view, maybe one day you die your own Lao Tzu may not die, so as long as you are willing, there will always be a chance to sit down and chat with your father to make tea.

"If His Majesty had a spirit in heaven, he would surely be moved by your filial piety." Zhao Chunliang said.

"I want to keep a vigil for my father at night, and I'm really sorry for bothering Mr. Wang Jue during this time." XY bowed to Zhao Chunliang.

Zhao Chunliang hurriedly let go of his body and said, "It's not too troublesome, His Royal Highness doesn't have to make such a big gift, since you are going to hold a vigil for His Majesty the King tonight, then I won't bother you here, I'll go first." ”

"Well, okay!"

After saying goodbye to Zai, Zhao Chunliang left the palace alone.

I don't know when snowflakes have fallen in the sky.

Snow is a rare occurrence for oil countries because there is very little water here, there is no water vapor in the air, and naturally there is no snow.

But today, on the day of King Haim's death, it is snowing in the oil country, and it is accompanied by bursts of thunder.

After the sandstorm and then the thunderstorm, today is really not a good day for the oil country.

The people of all the oil countries already knew the news of the king's death, some knelt on the ground, and some prayed for the king at home.

Regardless of this king, under his leadership, the oil nation has indeed become stronger and stronger in recent decades, and the pockets of the citizens of each oil country have more and more money, and although Haim can not hesitate to order the shooting of a group of innocent dancing girls in the royal palace, he will never spare his kindness to these people who support him.

There was once a fat man in an oil country who had to stay at home for many years because he was too fat and had no money for treatment, and Haim directly asked people to send the fat man to the hospital by helicopter when he learned the news.

Khaim has done a lot of things like this.

We can say that he is the one who manages people's hearts, but it is undeniable that the people feel it firsthand.

That's enough.

This is far better than those who only talk and then do nothing.

Zhao Chunliang put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the hotel.

There are very few people on the streets, because it is close to evening, and in winter, by the end of the day it is almost dark.

Zhao Chunliang walked under a street lamp, pressed one hand on the pole of the street lamp, stomped the ground with one foot, cleaned the snow off his shoes, and then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one for himself.

Bright street lights, quiet streets.

The shops on the side of the road have closed early.

Zhao Chunliang blew out a smoke ring and said, "Follow me when you came out of the palace, don't you plan to come out yet?" ”

Under the faint darkness of the night.

The three of them walked out of the shadows and walked towards Zhao Chunliang.

These three people are all congenital masters.

The first one is Chen Houde, a super master who has lived for hundreds of years, and he can be regarded as a peerless figure among the innate masters.

Behind Chen Houde was Bai Zhien, a sky-conquering martial artist of the cold attribute.

Bai Zhien's whole person seemed to be shrouded in frost, he was stained with an unknown number of snowflakes, and he looked at Zhao Chunliang coldly, as if he was looking at a corpse.

Standing next to Bai Zhien was Ye Liangchen, a congenital master.

This is a character who has also comprehended the flying sword, but no one knows about it except Zhao Chunliang.

The three of them stood more than ten meters in front of Zhao Chunliang.

Chen Houde's face was as sweaty as frost, and he looked at Zhao Chunliang directly.

"Don't look at me like that, my face will turn into a red apple." Zhao Chunliang smiled shyly.

"I never dreamed that you actually learned to fly the sword and killed more than a dozen innate masters of my heavenly machine!!" Chen Houde opened his mouth to speak, his words were full of murderous intent, and as his words fell, a cyclone began to spin rapidly around his body.

Chen Houde's control over qi has reached its peak, and these qi are circling rapidly around Chen Houde, curling Chen Houde's long hair into the air, and the whole person looks violent.

"They're going to kill me, and they're going to beat my woman, shouldn't I fight back?" Zhao Chunliang looked at Chen Houde with a stupid expression, and said, "I'm really bored, I'm staying in the oil country well, a group of you people are coming to me to shout and kill, who is messing with me with this move?" ”

"You are a disaster star from heaven, and you are not allowed to be in this world, killing you is doing the right thing for heaven, don't you understand?" Chen Houde asked sharply.

"Disaster from the sky? Please, it's modern society now, I was created by my father and my mother, it's a combination of chromosomes, it doesn't jump out of a crack in a stone or it falls from the sky, how old are you and still so superstitious? The file and the government tell us that superstition is to be educated. Zhao Chunliang grinned.

"Then I'll educate you!" Chen Houde sneered, raised his hand and waved forward!