Xia Chongming looked at the old man who was silent for a long time, his cheeks gradually became distorted and hideous, and he roared angrily:

"Liar! You damn old liar! ”

Xia Chongming couldn't accept such an ending, he couldn't accept that the Holy Mother of All Souls was obtained by the prince's self-sacrifice, and there was no deceit and despicability during the period.

This is not in line with his worldview, nor with the values that have been built up over a long period of time. The more honest the old man's answer, the more ugly and humble he became.

Xia Chongming was full of anger in his chest, and he couldn't pursue a dream all his life, and the final answer to the so-called Daohua Wuwei was that the prince voluntarily sacrificed himself and used himself as firewood to illuminate the way forward, so that Xia Yu could continue to move forward.

"Huh. Did you find the answer surprising? ”

The old man looked at Xia Chongming, who was furious, smiled and said, "Shouldn't you know me very well?" ”

The old man was born in peace and witnessed chaos, and he has seen countless soldiers march forward one after another, even in the face of the immortal formation, he has no hesitation to step over, and use his life to fill in the safe road to obtain the magic weapon of the demon, so that Emperor Xia Yu can shoot down the snake that threatens Xia Yu's land.

Overcoming obstacles all the way, the old man knew deeply what his duty was.

At that time, there was no lifeless emperor, and Xia Yu was also facing all kinds of powerful demons, the size of those monsters was often larger than the city, as well as the unpredictable inheritance methods of the clans and tribes.

The word responsibility runs through the first half of his life, and even now he is a ghost cultivator, he still does his part.

The town guards the cornerstone of Xia Yu here, and accompanies the sleeping queen mother.

Xia Chongming began to play clever, and in the early days, he hid from the old man and lurked behind the golden door, but the old man had already noticed it, but he didn't say anything.

even deliberately let him go to see Emperor Wusheng.

Accepting a monk who is proficient in the evil law and crossing the tribulation period is more cost-effective than directly killing and suppressing it, of course, this is because the old man knows Xia Chong's name, so he takes advantage of the situation.

Although Xia Chongming has now lost his cultivation, and even his soul has become crippled, it is not incomprehensible.

It's just that it takes some time, and for the Xia Yu Dynasty, hundreds of years are just a matter of a snap of a finger.

The old man looked at Xia Chongming with a smile on his face.

…………………

………………

In the different space of the Demon Suppression Treasury, the old man brainwashed Xia Chongming with a smile on his face.

And above the Imperial City, Emperor Wusheng waved his long sleeves and issued an order: "Inform the Demon Suppression Division, the Military Department, and the Criminal Department to prepare enough cages, the people of Nightmare Town don't want to let Gu An'an finish the celebration, and let them not survive tonight!" ”

"Do the Qing family have different opinions?"

"None."

In the face of Emperor Wusheng's inquiry, neither the officials of the imperial court, nor the royal family, nor the king with a different surname had any opinions, or they did not dare to put forward any opinions.

There are some things that the Emperor Wusheng doesn't care about, that is, there is no reason, once he speaks, no matter what he was before, he must obey the will of the Emperor Wusheng now.

In the imperial court, there have always been things where officials have interests with the Nightmare Town Sect, and the Nightmare Town Disciples in the Central Prefecture are some very useful outlaws, and some guys who cherish their wings, or do some things that are not convenient to come forward, can be done by the Nightmare Town Disciples.

Even the sin of the source can be thrown on their heads.

Emperor Wusheng knew these things, but everything the officials did was beneficial to Xia Yu's interests.

Those who violated the law and discipline were recorded, and after fattening, they were directly uprooted to enrich the treasury.

"Click"

After the officials answered, the space in front of them was directly shattered into a space tunnel.

The three divisions of Xia Yu, the kings with different surnames, and the heirs all directly parachuted into the hideout of the Nightmare Town Sect through the space tunnel.

The Demon Suppression Division, the Criminal Department, and the Military Department, which were named, also began to get busy at this moment.

Emperor Wusheng stepped into the spatial passage in front of him, and in a blink of an eye, he returned to the front of the throne in the imperial city, and sat straight on the throne to look at the monks of other sects:

"Today's martial arts exercise is suspended, and tomorrow will be held as scheduled."

"Huh-"

As soon as Emperor Wusheng finished speaking, Su Yan on her shoulder couldn't help but open her mouth and let out a mournful roar.

Emperor Wusheng turned around and sat down in a chic manner, but Su Yan, who was lying on the robe on Emperor Wusheng's shoulder, made the angular throne behind him stab him in the back.

One with curved hooks and corners, knocked into Su Yan's snow-white fur-covered buttocks.

Su Yan endured and didn't speak at first, but as the figure of the Emperor Wusheng shook, the tip of the hook was about to touch Su Yan's bell, and Su Yan, who had been holding back, subconsciously let out a sigh.

Hearing Su Yan's screams, Emperor Wusheng seemed to have noticed Su Yan's embarrassment, reached out and pinched the back of his neck and lifted it to the armrest of the throne, put one hand on Su Yan's snow-white back and pinched it, Su Yan's body stiffened, and immediately leaned down and pretended to be the armrest of the throne.

The remaining monks and officials present couldn't help but glance at the white-haired fox on the throne with strange eyes.

Su Yan didn't speak, and the other sect monks didn't prepare to get involved in the dispute between the Xia Yu Dynasty and the Weizhen Sect after seeing that Emperor Wusheng issued the order to expel guests.

Emperor Wusheng didn't care about those things, he put his hand on Su Yan's back and stroked it, thinking about some things.

"You've faded?"

But Emperor Wusheng touched it and found that there seemed to be something wrong with Su Yan's hand, and Emperor Wusheng noticed that a white flocculent substance appeared on his palm, as if it was falling from the fox's fur.

As he spoke, Emperor Wusheng handed his hand to Su Yan.

"Back to Your Majesty, that's the gouache that the grass used to cover the seal of the Wuxian County Lord on his buttocks."

Su Yan saw Emperor Wusheng speak, as if he was not satisfied with his hand warmer service, so he immediately opened his mouth to explain, and at the same time sat up straight on the armrest, raised his front paws to wipe off his snow-white belly, and wiped the gouache on Emperor Wusheng's hands with a nervous face.

"Huh"

Seeing that Su Yan was so panicked that he lost his square inch, dragged the back of his hand with the fox's forefoot, and then used his fox elbow to clean his palm, Emperor Wusheng couldn't help but chuckle:

"Lone doesn't mean to be prepared to hurt you, you don't need to panic and speak normally."

For the vast majority of demon females, the cubs of the same clan will give them a little more patience.

Moreover, when Xi'er returned, he brought the memory of getting along with Su Yan, and Su Yan was not a wild fox in the heart of Emperor Wusheng, but a junior who knew him.

Therefore, seeing Su Yan's panicked appearance of being afraid of death, Emperor Wusheng couldn't help but chuckle.

"You know Lone's secret, Lone didn't kill you directly, do you care about soiled palms?"

Emperor Wusheng opened his mouth to say this, but after pulling out his palm from Su Yan's hand, he slapped his backhand on the fox's back and rubbed the rouge gouache on his palm.

It's like touching the saliva of a dog's head, and you will subconsciously rub it back on.

Obviously, Emperor Wusheng was still a little disgusted.

(End of chapter)