"It's the sun!"

"It's a new sun, rising."

Countless people shouted, the warm sun shone, and even felt that the ice and snow were melting in Pyeongchang City in the cold winter.

And the blacksmiths also saw this scene and couldn't help but whisper secretly.

"Why isn't it the sun and moon we thought?"

"I don't know."

"We don't judge?"

"No, it won't."

But soon someone saw the notice posted by the government again.

A new sun and moon have risen, and there are nine rounds of sun and moon, each reflecting the world in Kyushu.

The tenth continent, the nursery, is not something that ordinary mortals can know, and their contact with those high-level monks has disadvantages and no advantages.

"A new sun and moon have risen, but the saint has died."

"Perhaps, the sun and the moon have long been reshaped, but they were released when the saint died, so as to give us enough confidence."

"No, maybe it was the saint who caused heart failure and died completely in order to re-rise the sun and moon."

"Woooooooooooo ~”

Countless people are discussing.

Ning Zheng didn't listen to their whispers, but was still immersed in the heads of these passers-by.

their luck

It's still falling!

If you calculate the approximate proportion, you will die in about 2~3 months.

"This is a local city, and there will be an event of annihilation?" Ning Zheng thought about it, after the fall of the saint, this troubled world came, but it was too chaotic, and a city around him was suddenly destroyed?

Not for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Zhang Huaping, who was dressed in white, also hurried over.

She is also on the top of her head with a slow drop in luck and is about to die.

It is different from the little blacksmiths who have already had internal news in the capital and are psychologically prepared for emergencies.

Zhang Huaping never thought that her short life would witness this historic day.

The saint has ruled the era for more than 100,000 years, and he is just a minor monk who has lived for hundreds of years, so he can encounter this scene.

Moreover.

Everyone thought it was still a fairly young age.

With the unprecedented strength of the saint, the people at the bottom once thought that he would rule for at least another 100,000 years.

Not to mention Zhang Huaping, even the three major families in Pyeongchang City are not qualified to have access to the inside information of the capital.

The invited Beijing team is already the top group of people in various fields in Kyushu.

The little blacksmith fishes in troubled waters and enters it to get all kinds of high-end secret information.

"Do you want to visit Pyeongchang City?"

Zhang Huaping couldn't help but ask, after all, such a big thing happened today.

"Isn't it possible?" Ning Zheng asked, he wanted to take a turn in Pyeongchang City to see what crisis this city encountered, not only to see if he could help, but also to find the source of the crisis, so as not to affect his villa.

"Of course not."

Zhang Huaping shook her head, "It's just that you are required to wear white clothes, there are no other hard requirements, and the work of various industries in the city will not be suspended." ”

"Even those who get married today can continue to get married, but I think most people will not continue to get married."

The little blacksmiths watched the animation of this scene with excitement on their faces.

Sure enough, when I came to Pyeongchang City today, the planning was for us to watch a big plot process!

The city is full of mourning, a little shocked.

"If you choose to continue, our caregivers will do their job." Zhang Huaping was already followed by more than 30 white-robed nurses.

There are men and women, old and young.

But without exception, some of them are disabled people with withered hands and feet, or missing arms and legs.

The bottom of the casual cultivation is not having a good time.

"Then go ahead." Ning Zheng was not hypocritical.

The shops on the street are still open, and people are more discussing, grieving, and contemplating.

Because the saint is too lofty, it seems a little illusory.

They are more lamented by the death of the mythical hero at the top of the human pyramid heard from the textbooks and books from childhood to adulthood, and what impact will it have on the subsequent life.

While most people feel uncomfortable in their hearts, they will not be unable to eat, sleep, and continue to work.

That's the reality.

"Let's go our separate ways, we have drawing cards to communicate." One of the caregivers said, "It's all a group of cards, don't worry about us getting lost." ”

Soon, Ning Zheng asked those nurses to take them around with these embers.

"What about the vegetable market, I'm going to the vegetable market, the materials for the synthesis baby are extremely low."

"I go to the antique market, to Taobao."

Seeing that the pockets of these little blacksmiths are full, they obviously have their own plans, either to go to the vegetable market or to the antique market.

Ning Zheng didn't care when he saw it.

Everyone has a professional nurse to accompany the embers, which is already a mature mechanism.

No matter how crazy the little blacksmith is, he also has a thought seal, and he can't tell the secrets of the villa, which Ning Zheng is quite confident about.

What's more, he still has a qi luck value, but whenever something happens, his qi luck value will be perceived.

This is the reason why he seems to be quite "big-hearted".

Ning Zheng felt a little heavy in his heart, thought about it, and walked around.

"My lord, I'll walk with you." Beside him, the embers of the burning wood kun and the god of food followed cautiously.

The thief's eyebrows and rat eyes seemed to think that there would be some hidden plot to open.

Ning Zheng ignored him, he walked around, walked a few streets, and learned about the prices of the shops on the ground floor and the market atmosphere outside.

Then I found a restaurant and sat down.

He ordered some small dishes casually and pricked up his ears to listen to the discussion around him.

A wine table next to it:

"The death of the saint may also be a matter of course, no one in this world can not die, not to mention that I heard that all the emperors of the dynasty will not live too long after ascending the throne, because there are too many secret injuries in the country."

"I don't know, is it the crown prince who succeeds to the throne?"

"I heard that the crown princess is currently in power in the capital and handling the aftermath."

"Who is the crown princess?"

"I don't know, it should be a secret cultivation, or a marriage of some ancient great sect?"

"No, I heard that it's not the crown prince who succeeds to the throne, it's Chan Rang? Ready to give way to someone? ”

"One of the kings of the nine continents, the king of the founding country with a different surname? After all, no one knows who is dead and who is still alive, but there must be some alive. ”

"Whether it's true or not, no one knows, it's all confidential."

"Who's going to give way, we'll know when the time comes."

"Yes, every generation of saints is personally typed."

The whole restaurant is discussing the general trend of the world.

This is a unique hobby of readers.

It's just that with their cognition, it is impossible to get the real news of the imperial court.

"Publicity, give way?" Ning Zheng groaned.

Ning Zheng didn't know the specific truth about his fake death.

Xin Yi Baifan didn't know.

The sword fairy didn't know

Even the entire Kyushu knew the truth, only the saint's henchmen, and the group of seed players who were thrown into the [Salary] Imperial Tomb Secret Realm by the saint.

I just feel that the saint died too abruptly.

Just forged the sun and the moon, and you're dead?

Speculation may be fake animation.

And all the forces in the world, the big religions, and the cults, are estimated to be at a loss and at a loss.

For fear of the saint fishing, he didn't dare to make any big moves.

For a time, all the forces in Kyushu froze.

At their level, which one doesn't have heavenly wisdom?

What is playing is Yangmou.

You don't know if I'm dead or not, it's like a hanging sword hanging on your head, so that you don't dare to be too presumptuous.

Even if it is a suspended animation, the age of the saint will inevitably pass.

It is impossible to return to the position, it has been announced to the world, and true death and fake death mean that it is impossible for you to return alive in front of the world.

Of course.

No matter who succeeds to the throne, it has nothing to do with Ning Zheng.

He's just a small force in a place, and the sky is falling on top of tall people.

Therefore, all god-level professionals will remain neutral.

No matter who takes office, they will not do anything to them, and neutral professions are popular.

The firewood kun next to him is also discussing:

"We are watching the coup d'état of the imperial court, we belong to neutral ministers, as long as we do not get involved in the whirlpool of power seizure, anything is fine."

"Well, sit on the shore and watch the fire." Said the god of food.

Ning Zheng continued to drink tea and eat.

The rest of the restaurant was anxious about the troubled times that might arise, but Ning Zheng's luck had always been good, and he was able to survive the troubled times.

"The people in the entire restaurant are dying of luck, and it seems that this city is really going to be gone."

He looked at the sky, and it was just afternoon, and he went to the mortal market again.

The monk's shop didn't go, and it didn't take any chance.

All kinds of vegetables and animals are placed on the stalls of various vegetable markets, and occasionally a few ember babies are seen bargaining with the vendors, spitting everywhere.

The people here are also losing their luck.

Ning Zheng completely confirmed at this moment that the entire Pyeongchang City would completely become a dead city in the near future.