Nan Huaile stood on the top of a small hill and waited for his opponent.

Fortunately, the old three and his party have returned, and with their own strength, plus the large array that has been arranged a long time ago, it is enough to block anyone. And the person in front of him was originally his own defeated general.

Closed five senses, the mountain village has played chess for two years, and Nan Huaile is no longer the same as he was two years ago.

He finally understood why the master asked him to go to that inconspicuous mountain village to play chess.

The things in this world are endless. If you can't pull out and sink into the calculation, you will end up trapping yourself.

Nothing can be done to the extreme, if the success is lacking, the big profit is rushing.

Without the momentum of the previous king, only a middle-aged man in a star robe came, not as the king of the Xuanhua Dynasty, but as a father.

Among the next generation of the Xuanhua Dynasty, there was finally a white night, but he died in a daze in the Spring and Autumn Gate, and he still doesn't know who the murderer is.

And now it is the war of the Seven Dynasties, and the Xuanhua Dynasty can be said to be stormy. Even if the king can save the edifice from toppling, he can't guarantee what will happen ten years from now. What's more, the current Wang Shi is rising so rapidly.

If Nan Huaile can return to the Xuanhua Dynasty, then no matter what the war is, how many people will rise in this land in the future, and the Xuanhua Dynasty will stand tall.

King Xuanhua knew this very well, so he had been fighting for Nan Huaile.

"Last time, half of your cultivation was abolished, and this time, all of you were abolished. Nan Huaile looked at King Xuanhua and said it very lightly, without any exaggeration of facts.

He is a disciple of Li Yat-sen and a senior brother of the cottage, and he must do what he says!

Abolish the king in one step!

Although there was no oppressive phantom, the momentum of the Ninety-Five Venerable was still there, forming a wall of indifference, separating King Xuanhua and Nan Huaile.

Looking directly at this son who was related by blood, King Xuanhua finally sighed, and he bowed his head.

A sigh, full of thirty years of things.

Thirty years ago.

A mediocre palace girl got off Nan Huaile, but she didn't dare to let anyone know.

This skinny child, who had never had any name, had been hidden by his mother in a dark box, looking through a small hole in the unchanged room, thinking that the world was so big as a room.

His mother told him ten times a day not to get out of the box no matter what.

In that dark box, the little boy lived for three years, and never stepped out of the box, except that his mother, who would take him out and put it beside him after blowing out the lamp.

But one day, the sun was shining, and there were birds outside, and there were laughing sounds, and there were many things that represented light, and they all attracted the little boy deeply.

The little boy opened the box, stood in the room for a while, remembered his mother's instructions, and finally pushed the door open.

The sun was a little dazzling, shining on some pale skin, and the little boy saw the world outside the box and the house for the first time, and he felt very exciting, so he was very happy.

So, the palace maid gave birth to a boy, and the news spread quickly.

The palace maid with a mediocre posture, Zhang Huang ran back to his room in a panic, with tears on her face, and gently touched the little boy's face.

After today, she will no longer have the opportunity to see this face, let alone feel the warmth above. She can only cherish this last chance and keep the best face in the world in her heart.

The little boy knew that he had done something wrong and silently wiped his mother's tears.

"Child, you have to live, you have to live, do you remember, you have to live? No matter how much pain there is, no matter how much suffering there is, you have to live. ”

"I want to live with my mother. Mother, I was wrong, I won't go out again. ”

"No, it's my mother's mistake that she shouldn't have locked you in a box so that you never saw the world. Mother is sorry for you. Listen, when I tell you to run, you must run, you must run without looking back, you must live. My dear son, Mommy loves you so much. ”

The little boy was only three years old, but he was smart and he didn't nod.

The palace maid hugged the little boy one last time, and there was a noisy sound outside. Whoever it is is is not allowed to exist in the palace.

Fortunately, the palace maid had long thought about escaping.

It's just that no one will help her.

The little boy got through the narrow hole, looked at his mother's face, and said, "Mother, come quickly." ”

"Child, you have to live, live. Run, run!"

The little boy didn't run, he watched his mother block the hole, watched the bright spear pierce his mother's chest, and watched the last tears on his mother's face.

"Child, I'm sorry for you, you have to live well. ”

The little boy saw his mother's tears dry and began to run away. No one could have imagined that a three-year-old child would escape from the palace under the search of countless people. A three-year-old boy's computing ability is no longer beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Later, the little boy met Li Yat-sen.

In his life, there is only his mother, only his master, only the cottage, and other than that, there is no one.

Who is this Xuanhua King in front of him?

Father?

Nan Huaile never had a father.

King Xuanhua sighed, growing old at this moment.

One person supports a huge dynasty, just maintaining it is enough to make people exhausted, King Xuanhua naturally has great hardships, he has too many compulsions, and he needs to worry about too many things.

However, what is his suffering, what is the matter with Guan Nanhuaile?

Nan Huaile is ready to take a step forward, and he can destroy the other party in one step! Even if he is seriously injured again, he will do what he says.

"At Mingcui Villa, I didn't make a move. King Xuanhua could only say. Indeed, if he made a move at that time, he could leave Wang Shi and his party behind.

"What is it?" Nan Huaile asked in a cold voice without taking a step.

"It's kind of a little bit back for you. ”

"Not necessarily. ”

King Xuanhua looked at Nan Huaile and said with a slight tiredness, "That's a deal. "He doesn't apologize, he doesn't ask for forgiveness, he just wants to make amends.

"What do you want?"

"Xuanhua Dynasty, it can exist. ”

"Perhaps. ”

"I can perceive that behind the war of the Seven Great Dynasties, there has always been a hand pushing it, and the continuous rise of rebels everywhere and the wide opening of the Broken Hung Pass also prove this. The people behind it may not have much to do with you, but you are the power to influence them. ”

Nan Huaile wasn't listening, he didn't even look at King Xuanhua, he was just hesitating to take a step forward.

"In the future, none of the seven major dynasties will have too much strength to attack you, and you will be relatively safe. It's just that if you don't make a move, and you are not hostile to the Seven Great Dynasties, then the characters behind the rebels will also temporarily hide from the limelight. During this time, we will all seek a relative balance. ”

"And then you can concentrate on killing us?"

"No, the Seven Great Dynasties, there won't be much more power to kill you. ”

"Then you're going to wait for us to kill you?" Nan Huaile smiled.

"We're going to be relatively calm, at least for a long time. Even, we can negotiate peacefully, and the previous grievances can be written off. After all, Wang Shi no longer had the strength to fight again. ”

Nan Huaile's gaze suddenly became sharp, forcing him to look at King Xuanhua, and his murderous aura was revealed. He had lost so much that he couldn't bear to lose anymore. Anyone who threatens the cottage will be killed without hesitation.

The Fantasy King did not flinch, and continued: "Maybe others can't see it, but I know that Wang Shi's illness is not light, and if he is not treated in time, he will not have more than three years of life left. After all, the Divine Hidden Realm, which is only twenty years old, is impossible anywhere without paying some price. ”

Nan Huaile was ready to take a step forward and leave King Xuanhua here.

"In the entire Eastern Immortal Domain, there is only one person who can heal Wang Shi - Miaomu Sanren of the Empty Valley. If you want to go, this is a token, and in the early years, Miaomu San people owed me a favor. ”

King Xuanhua handed over a wooden token to Nan Huaile, who couldn't refuse, because he knew very well what the situation was and how serious the third child's illness was.

A weirdo like Miaomu Sanren, if he didn't have a premise, wouldn't heal anyone. The previous kings of the Lingcang Dynasty went to seek medical treatment, but they did not set foot in the valley.

"Count what I owe you!" Nan Huaile said heavily, taking everything on himself. This is what he owes, not what Wang Shi owes. If you want to pay it back in the future, you only need him to pay it back.

The Seven Great Dynasties and the Three Great Immortal Clans were all the targets of Wang Shi's revenge, and Nan Huaile didn't want him to fall into a dilemma.

King Xuanhua didn't smile, just nodded slightly, glanced at it, and turned to leave here. The words of his heart were never spoken.

"How nice would it be if you recognized me as a father?"

Nan Huaile looked at the Xuanhua Monarch who seemed to be a lot more rickety, and he was not touched in the slightest in his heart.

If so, the current Nan Huaile is just a beggar, if he has no talent for heavenly calculations at all, and he is ordinary, will King Xuanhua come to recognize this son who is related in blood?

How many sons did he have, and how could he need a beggar? What he needed was someone who had the strength to inherit the Xuanhua Dynasty.

In the final analysis, in the heart of King Xuanhua, there was no human affection, only feelings for the dynasty. He never loved anyone, including the current Nan Huaile, who only loved his dynasty.

Nan Huaile saw this point very thoroughly, so he would not pity King Xuanhua. It's just that he has to owe the other party a favor now, and if he pays it back in the future, it will be quite troublesome, but he has to pay it back, because he is Nan Huaile.

Looking at the high sky, Nan Huaile was a little dazed.

"Master, how can I save the third child?"