Ah Mo's so-called bad news is indeed good news for Jinghua.

He was only half sure before, but when he saw Ah Mo coming back alone with his head down, and being thrown out by Granny Yuan after hearing his name, he was almost completely sure.

This Mother-in-law Yuan must be Miaoyuan's pseudonym, that is, the Venerable Miaohuazi who he was looking for to treat Concubine Mei back then.

No matter who poisoned her back then, she must have known part of the inside story of Concubine Mei's daily decoction, so after Concubine Mei's death, she was also persecuted. She was a good person in the tenth world, and she couldn't extinguish her mouth, so she was brutally picked off her tendons and tendons, and even cut off her tongue, and was tortured.

She has been hiding in the West Sea for more than 2,000 years, incognito, just to avoid the people of the Xuanyuan family in the Nine Heavens, and cut off everything related to the past.

Now Momo rashly took her surname Xuanyuan to beg her to come to her rescue, so as not to be thrown out of the door, is it strange? But it was precisely because of her strong reaction that he was even more convinced that he had found the right place, and this trip was not in vain.

Ah Mo looked at him in confusion, feeling that Jinghua in front of her had become a little unfamiliar, his smile, what he said, she didn't understand at all.

Jinghua seemed to sense her confusion, raised her hand to caress her face, and said softly: "Momo, don't think about it, some things are long, I'm ...... I can't explain it to you just yet. I promise you, when the matter in front of me is resolved, I will tell you the whole thing from beginning to end, okay?"

"Well," she nodded, as if she understood, "it's best if my mother-in-law is Miaohuazi, but Jinghua, she won't see us." ”

"As long as she's here, I have a way. ”

He seemed to be sure and chuckled, "Momo, help me up." She doesn't come to see me, so naturally she has to, hehe...... I'll go see her. ”

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By the edge of the heavenly pool, the ice wheel is bright.

The surface of the lake is clear and ethereal, and there is nothing reflected except for the blue light of the moon. As far as the eye can see, the whole lake is just like Qiongtian Yujian, the bronze mirror is not polished, the water and the sky are stained with smoke and waves, and the jade words pour out without dust.

Qinglan sat by the lake all night.

Until dawn, he was still immersed in that dream, and he did not wake up.

Overnight, he, an orphan, suddenly had a mother, and his mother was still the queen of heaven in the Nine Heavens, what is this not a dream?

In the past, the woman who he had only seen at the Celestial Clan Ceremony and had to kneel down to look at him sat beside him, telling the past in a faint way.

It turns out that her voice is so gentle, and she has also had youth and love.

She called him Lan'er, and she said that he looked exactly like her father, and she knew it when she saw him for the first time.

She said, Lan'er, back then, my mother had a last resort, so she was forced to leave you and marry the Heavenly Clan. Now that our mother and son are reunited, even if it takes my life, they will not let go again!

She said, Lan'er, back then, Yinlong and Yanlong King broke up our family for their own selfish desires, killed your father, and separated our mother and son, I won't just settle this account!

She said, Lan'er, now that the war is imminent, and you are the deputy commander of the military department, very good, let's sit and watch them fight and lose both. Then, Lan'er, in the name of the Queen of Heaven, I will support you to be the king of this world and the lord of the Nine Heavens!

That's what Xuanyuan and Jiang Chiyu owe me, and I will make them pay!

Until the moon monarch was on duty and the rising sun rose into the sky, Qinglan was still sitting there.

I don't know when the queen left, the person he now changed his name to mother. He felt like he was still in a dream, confused.

Why did he suddenly become the illegitimate son of the queen of heaven?

Why do you want to let the Heavenly Clan and the Yanlong Clan lose both and become the masters of these three realms?

Isn't he Qinglan?

He is just a little Canglong in the West Sea, he has never even thought about being the Canglong King, and he feels that it is still far away from him.

He only needs to open his eyes and follow the Second Highness to conquer the demons and demons;

As long as you sweat during the day, and drink happily with a few other generals at night;

When he missed his father and Ah Mo, he wrote a letter, and when he was dissatisfied with the heavenly court, he scolded a few more words......

The most troublesome thing for him at the moment is just that he doesn't know whether to continue to stay in the military department and help the Heavenly Clan fight Uncle Jiang together.

But this mother who came out of thin air threw him such a complicated problem.

No, no, he can't do it, and he doesn't want to do it at all!

He doesn't want to do anything Your Majesty the Emperor of Heaven, that imperial crown, when he thinks about it, he feels that he is heavier than a thousand pounds, and he doesn't understand why Jiang Chiyu desperately wants to get it over and put it on his head?

I don't understand why Xuanyuan Xuan desperately supported it in order to keep it, and even his marriage and son could be used as weapons?

Marry a girl you love, swim hand in hand in the rivers, lakes and seas, happy and chic. Isn't that the most important thing?

Maybe he doesn't have any ambitions, but he feels like he's doing well right now.

He has a loving father, a confidant who he is willing to live and die with, a group of like-minded friends, throwing his youth and blood every day for the things he likes, and in the future, he may marry a girl he has loved since he was a child, and live a carefree life......

On such a day, he already felt very happy and happy.

He looked at the fiery red sun rising from the lake, and felt that a kind of longing suddenly rushed to his heart frantically at that moment.

He felt extremely homesick, thinking about the blue and clear waters of the West Sea, thinking about his father who always urged him to go home, thinking about Ah Xiang, and Ah Mo......

He's going to get out of here, and he can't stay for a moment.

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The northern country, thousands of miles of ice, plain and silver-wrapped.

Those who are new to the scene will be amazed by the beauty in front of them.

The boundless silver white in the eyes annihilated all thoughts, just like the end of heaven and earth, the flood cave of life and death, all joy, melancholy, throbbing, and heartbreak were swallowed up here, and instantly disappeared without a trace.

For the rest, there is only this beauty.

Eternal, empty beauty makes everything pale in comparison.

The wind and sand were rising, and some snow was flying in the sky, slowly spinning, and it seemed that it was the only thing that could move between heaven and earth.

The sky in the distance, sandwiched between the snow and the sun, glows with a strange purple, a strange beauty, a color between the unreal and the real.

Even the sun has no temperature, casting a cold and piercing light.

There is not even a single plant here, and the wheat seedlings that have just struggled to grow out of the ground and are crushed by the snow and ice only prove again and again that life and hope are an unrealistic futility here.

Jiang Chiyu opened the king's drawbridge and watched his warriors buried in the ice and snow. "Wake up, my warriors!" Jiang Chiyu shook off his demonic voice, awakening the hot-blooded warriors he had carefully cultivated!

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I saw that in the vast snowfield that was silent just now, the flying snow suddenly turned into warriors wearing silver-gray steel armor, densely packed, hulala stood all over the snowfield, and the number of people was so large that it was difficult to count the sand of the Ganges River.

These Yanlong warriors had the blood of the Giant Clan, and their stature was much taller than ordinary soldiers, and even a naturally burly and majestic person like Jiang Chiyu could not compete with them.

The samurai were draped all over their bodies, their silver armor covered with barbed spikes, and they collided, and the slightest touch of it slashed flesh and blood.

The 100,000 orc infantry in the front row were as tall and burly as giants, and their law enforcement staff and wind blades were like iron walls, unbreakable.

Their helmets and armor covered their entire bodies, leaving only dark and hollow eyes and a mouth full of eerie fangs when viewed from afar.

The middle 100,000 are cavalry, not riding war horses, but the ancient elephant of Hongtian that the father Fuxi once ridden.

The elephant was so large that each end looked like a moving castle, and the Flame Dragon warrior was so tall that it could not only be used by two or three people to carry a horse, but also to carry a cannon or other supplies.

The 100,000 warriors at the back were flying dragons, hovering in the distant sky, so numerous that they almost blocked the color of the sky. It is said to be a flying dragon, but it is not a real dragon, in this world, except for Yinlong, there is no dragon with wings.

They are just ugly and hideous giants, with pointy beaks and hairlessness, living by devouring joy and vivid emotions, and have been dormant in the snow for tens of thousands of years, already hungry, and after a fierce cry, their eyes glow fiercely and greedily.

Jiang Chiyu looked at these Yanlong warriors from afar, and the vast snowfield was instantly covered by these dark and huge creatures, shrouding the beauty of Mobei with a layer of despair and tragedy. He spoke in a deep voice:

"My valiant warriors, since ancient times, we Yanlong have been the most powerful and invincible of all races.

We have mastered the deepest spells, we have the bravest strength, we can soar for nine heavens and breathe flames, we can command the Three Realms to call the wind and rain!

We follow the great ancient god of war, Chiyou, who almost defeated the Yellow Emperor in Zhuolu and became the lord of the world-

But it is because of Yinlong that we can only succumb to Mobei, a ghost place where no grass grows, and laugh at the Heavenly Clan for generations and become their slaves!

But my warriors, the era of Yinlong's hegemony is over!

That timid and selfish Xuanyuan Xuan, he only relied on the blessing of his ancestors to sit on the throne of the Emperor of Heaven!

Now, he and those Yinlong soldiers under him, their spells are not as good as yours, their courage is not as good as yours, and the important thing is that he has no Yinlong Wing at all, and he is completely unworthy of ruling the Nine Heavens!"

He solemnly looked at the black Yanlong warriors under him, and roared, "My brave warriors, now there is an opportunity for you to return to your homeland and take the freedom and beautiful and rich land that belonged to you from the weak and incompetent Yinlong!"

Let every living being worship your supreme power, worship you as the new supreme of the Three Realms, be admired by all people, and laugh proudly for nine days!

Do you dare to fight?"

"Fight, fight, fight!" ......

The dull and stabbing voice of the Yanlong warrior seemed to come from the Abi Hell, and the sound hole wore eardrums, echoing above the gloomy sky of Mobei.

If sound has a color, it is the darkest and dirtiest color, and if sound has a smell, it has a stench of decay......

The corners of Jiang Chiyu's mouth flashed with an arrogant and cruel smile: Xuanyuan Xuan, it's time to end!