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The tall, pale-faced boy stood still on the long street, and the two attendants behind him also stopped. Childe glanced up at the black smoke floating in the sky, and his eyes seemed to have crossed thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Yancheng is not big, once the restaurant burns, there are black dust falling on all streets and alleys, but there is no smoke and dust falling on the three of them, especially the light gray robe of the child, which is as clean as a new dress that has just been taken out of the tailor's shop.

"The old beggar wants to follow...... The thread of the temple cannot be broken. Childe said softly, as if talking to the sky.

The two equally tall young attendants glanced at each other, wanting to say something, but when they saw Childe's slightly furrowed brows, they swallowed what they were about to say.

In the Rakshasa Kingdom, the life of each lower race is arranged. The two of them have been the servants of the prince since birth, which is their life and their glory. After so many years of getting along, they don't even have to talk with each other, and they all understand Childe's smile very clearly, since Childe doesn't let the two of them follow, there is naturally a reason for Childe, or they don't want the two to know the secrets. Even if Childe had an accident because of this, and their heads fell to the ground because of this, they still didn't dare to disobey Childe's orders.

On the long street, the two bowed awkwardly to Gongzi with the etiquette of the Xia Dynasty, and disappeared into the crowd of Yancheng streets and alleys.

Such a tall young man with a calm temperament, walking in the most prosperous streets and alleys of Yancheng, naturally attracted the attention of countless people.

The southern rites of the Xia Dynasty were strict, and the further north they went, the more fierce and open the atmosphere became. Yancheng happened to be on the dividing line between north and south, and many girls from the north, even if they were fleeing the famine and asking for food, couldn't help but stay on this son for a few more moments. The more people watch, the more people watch. The first thing that many girls feel is the tall and sturdy body of the child, which is completely different from the weak and delicate scholars in the south, this is a kind of mountain-like masculinity, if you look at it a few more times, there is another feeling, that is, calmness and bearing.

In the crowd of people coming and going, this person is so outstanding. This kind of excellence is not all tall stature and pale complexion, but a kind of arrogance that does not fit in with the people around him.

With the power of a country, the chaos of Yunmeng, which had been planned for several years, was about to come true, but Gu Xuanyue's heart did not fluctuate at all. This foreign prince is more concerned about one person, or this person is too important in his heart, even more important than causing chaos in the old enemy sect and greatly hurting the vitality of the cultivation world. This is also one of the reasons why he was forced to risk his life from the Rakshasa Ghost Domain to the south alone.

Looking at the neat streets, the white lake temporarily obscured by black smoke, and the bustling street shops, Gu Xuanyue knew with great certainty in his heart that all of this belonged to the Rakshasa Kingdom after all, and it was all his. At this moment, he is walking on the ordinary streets as an emperor, patrolling the rivers and mountains that are about to belong to him, and all of them look even more lonely.

The tall gray figure had already walked out of Yancheng in an instant, and came to the verdant path in front of the gate of the Burning Star Tower. Looking at the extraordinarily complex and beautiful small courtyard building halfway up the mountain, Gu Xuanyue's heart felt a slight disgust for no reason.

It is really the greatest stupidity in the world to spend countless efforts on these useless buildings, poems and paintings, and even flowers and trees. The herdsmen cut down and took the world from the world, which is what a true king should do. ”

The prince who came to the hinterland of the dynasty from the Rakshasa country took a few breaths of mountain breeze, and his temperament suddenly changed. An ordinary young man, just a little taller, walked calmly on the mountain road to the Burning Star Tower.

This kind of magic skill that changes temperament and at the same time does not cultivate is an exercise that everyone in the royal family of the Rakshasa Kingdom can do, as long as there is blood in the royal family, they are born with this ability. This is also one of the roots of the Rakshasa people's reverence for the royal family from the depths of their souls. A royal family can become an ordinary person, and a person will always be a lowly person and cannot become a royal family. Another difference between the royal family and the commoners and even the slaves is the skin color, the skin color of the Rakshasa royal family is pale, while the skin color of the Rakshasa commoners is darker than that of the Xia Dynasty people, and they are the color of the sect or brown.

The master of Zhao Men is not in the other courtyard today, Gu Nara is painting alone in the south window, a kingfisher lotus picture is still a few strokes about to be completed, it is a painting imitating the painting of the master of calligraphy and painting of this dynasty, Mr. Gongsun.

The large hall is surrounded by plain tulle, the summer breeze blows, the tulle is gently fluttering like a cloud of smoke, countless well-framed calligraphy and paintings are hung on the high walls on the east and west sides, and the mahogany carved incense case of different heights on the north side is full of precious flowers and plants planted with fine porcelain, and the shore Zhiting orchid is lush and green.

The wind suddenly became stronger, and there was a wind blowing through the picture that Gu Nara was making, this sudden wind was different from the slightly gentle wind in the Yunmeng Mountains, with a vast breath of the grassland desert, and the slight difference between the wind and the wind was instantly recognized by Gu Nara. This kind of atmosphere is too familiar to her, she is a woman who grew up in the grassland.

The brush held in Gunara's right hand was drawing the small fish in the kingfisher's mouth, and although the surface was still calm, the small fish in the pen had been smeared like a slender loach, and even the whole kingfisher had lost its wings and agility.

"I'm here to come. Gunara shook her head slightly dissatisfied with the painting, simply put down her brush, turned around and smiled.

"I'm here to see you. Gu Xuanyue also had a warm smile on her face. This smile is rare, and the whole person seems to become clear under a smile.

"Sit!"

Gunara began to prepare food and drink for her own brother as she had done more than ten years ago. It's just that at that time, in the grassland and desert, what was prepared was not this kind of cumbersome and long-lasting cloud tea, but simple and rough mare's milk or spicy barley wine.

Gu Xuanyue casually pulled a footstool and sat in front of the tea table in the middle of the room, as if she was still on the endless grassland. Look up at the furnishings around the house.

"After all these years, my sister still loves these gadgets. Gu Xuanyue smiled and said calmly.

Gunara said as she made tea: "No, I told you a long time ago that these are not gadgets, every stroke and every stroke, every flower and grass has a deep meaning. ”

A smile appeared in the prince's eyes, but it didn't let the hint of ridicule widen after all. For so many years, except for his father and the emperor, there are also several brothers and brothers who were killed by him by various means, and no one has dared to say that he is "wrong" for a long time, let alone call himself "me" in front of him.

"The royal family of the Xia Kingdom is cowardly, the bureaucrats are even more corrupt, and the various cultivation sects are even more lifeless, and it is difficult to have a few decent characters. It only takes a few years for our cavalry to prepare and move south. When the time comes, this splendid country will be ours. At that time, it will not be too late for my sister to say that I am wrong!" Gu Xuanyue said slowly.

"In the past ten years in Xia Kingdom, I have become more and more aware of the power contained in these complexities, you just don't understand, Jin Ge Iron Horse can't be exchanged for a pen for a thousand years. Gunara made her tea and pointed to the delicate calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

In the Rakshasa Ghost Country, doubting the words of the royal family will be punished, that is, the punishment of chopping people into meat sauce, not to mention the suspicion that the prince "doesn't understand". Gu Xuanyue gently placed her right hand on the edge of the sandalwood table, and her palm slowly sank into the table an inch thick, like a hand in water.

"My younger brother is cultivating and improving. Gunnara said unconcernedly. Freshly brewed tea is steaming, and it's best to set it aside in the summer, and the small porcelain cups are delicately placed in a round tray surrounded by ice cubes.

"Since it comes to cultivation, no one in the Rakshasa Kingdom knows that they have a talented saint, but the subjects didn't expect that the saint in their hearts would come to the south to serve these things!" Gu Xuanyue said as she looked at the delicate tea set, not hiding her sarcasm this time.

"Is it important to cultivate as a saint? In the end, it is not used as a tool by my father, as a ...... Sacrifice, slaughter!"

"Since we were born in the royal family and have the blood of the royal family in our bodies, we have to live for the royal family, even if it is fratricidal brothers, father and son killing each other, it is also a fate that we can't hide, and it is also for the Rakshasa royal family to eliminate the weak!"

"That's enough!" said Gunara, trying to stop him from continuing.

Gu Xuanyue not only didn't stop, but also raised her voice, suddenly glared at the woman sitting opposite him, and said, "Do you know?! In the past ten years, I have been deeply ashamed of what you have done! Is it the shame that you deliberately put on me!?"

There was a long silence in the room.

"Eliminate the weak! That's why you killed your siblings?" Gunara suddenly laughed stupidly, stretched out a finger and pointed at his brother's face, and said in a trembling voice: "You're here to kill me? You're jealous that I'm more talented than you, and you're afraid that I'll threaten your throne......!" My only brother, who was raised by his own hands, came from far and wide to kill his sister......! Haha......"

Gu Xuanyue was still calm, looking at her sister's beautiful and distorted face, her right hand on the table began to tremble uncontrollably, and the crazy blood of the Rakshasa Ghost Clan in her body was surging like a wave.

"I won't kill you, I want you to live, to see the day I trample down Middle-earth, to see the day I burn all these tricks and tricks. Gu Xuanyue said word by word.

"Don't think that no one knows that the Heavenly Demon Ce is in the hands of the Immortal Soul Gate, and don't think that everyone else in the world is stupid except you!" Gunara said suddenly calmly.

Gu Xuanyue seemed to have heard something particularly funny, and said, "Can I take this as an exhortation to a king?" Suddenly, her face turned pale and she said: "This is the momentum! The general trend has been decided, and the chess game has been completed!

The tea in the cup has reached the perfect temperature for sipping. Gunara looked seriously at the young man in front of him who was as pale as herself, and it was true that the little boy who was wrapped in a leather robe in the cold wind of the grassland, his face was red from the cold, and his eyes were full of kindness and warmth could never come back, and a trace of pain could not help but rise in his heart.

"Brother, drink tea. Gunara said in as calm a tone as she could.

Gu Xuanyue did not hesitate, nor did she pick up the delicate porcelain cup and sip, but directly picked up the measuring cup that divided the tea, drank it cleanly like drinking wine on the grassland, and then smashed the measuring cup on the mahogany table with a bang.