"Immortal hegemony?" Su Changan frowned and repeated Xiahou Haoyu's words. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But he didn't understand what the so-called Immortal Hegemony meant.

So he asked, "You already have the world and become an emperor." The hegemony you hoped for had already been achieved, so why should you waste someone's life? ”

"Yes, I've got the world. ”

Xiahou Haoyu sighed, but then his face changed, and a look of resentment appeared on his face.

"But there are no immortal people in this world, and there is no immortal empire. ”

"Now that I have the whole world, why can't I hold it in my hands forever. As he spoke, Xiahou Haoyu's eyes suddenly had a flame-like brilliance rising, and his hand stretched out at that time, and he shook it out of thin air, as if he had held the world in his mouth tightly in his hand.

"But as you said, there are no immortal people in this world, and there is no immortal empire. ”

Su Changan shook his head, he knew very well what was rising in Xiahou Haoyu's eyes.

That thing, Su Changan has seen it more than once, in the eyes of more than one person.

That thing is called desire.

And lust has a magical power, and it can often turn kindness into malice and dreams into greed.

"So, I want to be an immortal god!Create an immortal god kingdom!" Xiahou Haoyu's voice suddenly became high-pitched, and his eyes gradually covered with an almost crazy look.

And when he said such a thing that was almost vain in Su Changan's opinion, Gu Qingfeng and the eunuch surnamed Wang in the audience lowered their heads at this moment, as if it was an extremely honorable thing for them to hear such words.

"Be a god?" Su Changan's brows furrowed again, he thought of the Taishou in Laiyun City, and then thought of the Zhenxi Shenhou who had devoured the blood of the gods.

"Actually, I don't conflict with your Tianlan Academy's purpose. Xiahou Haoyu's voice became low again, and he seemed to have changed back to the king who was not surprised and planned everything.

"You want to protect the people, and so do I. ”

When Su Changan heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

It was simply the funniest joke he'd ever heard.

"Bless the common people? Are you worthy? If you protect the common people, then why did the millions of Li people in Xiliang die? Why did my disciples of Tianlan Academy die?" Su Changan asked loudly, his clear voice resounding in the large and quiet palace of the prince's mansion.

"Do you know how miserable it is for the corpses of millions of people to pile up? Their corpses can fill your Chang'an City to the brim, and their blood is enough to stain the water of the Li River scarlet. ”

"Have you ever seen anything like that? Do you know what it means to protect the people?"

Facing Su Changan's increasingly high-pitched questioning, the emperor's eyes on the high platform suddenly narrowed, and he looked at Su Changan.

It has been many, many years since no one dared to speak to him like that.

Surprisingly, there was no anger in his heart.

He only shook his head after a long silence.

"No, you don't understand. He said this, his voice lowered.

"You, like Yuheng, are a little too short-sighted after all. ”

Xiahou Haoyu's tone carried a sense of regret, which made Su Changan's brows furrow deeper, and he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and waited for Xiahou Haoyu's next words.

"Not to mention that your current cultivation is just asking, even if one day you achieve star death and reach the same achievement as Yuheng. Can you protect the people?"

"Of course, with the Yuheng realm, it is indeed not difficult to do this. But people will die after all, after Yuheng, there will be Su Chang'an, will there be anyone after Su Chang'an to inherit your legacy? At that time, who should you seek refuge in?"

"Your so-called protection is only for a while, and the longest is for a lifetime, but my protection is for thousands of eternities, forever. For this reason, why worry about the lives of millions of people?"

Su Changan felt that this Xiahou Haoyu should be crazy.

As if seeing the doubt in Su Changan's eyes, Xiahou Haoyu stood up.

He stepped off the high platform and walked to Su Changan, his starry eyes staring at Su Changan.

Although it is looking up, it is like looking down.

"Chang'an, do you know the truth about this world?" he asked, with a strange aura in his voice.

"The truth?" Su Changan didn't know.

"The world is actually a book. ”

As soon as Xiahou Haoyu's voice fell, the sky outside the house suddenly exploded and thundered. As if he had penetrated some unspeakable secret, the world was warning him with thunder.

The bright candle flame also began to flicker at that moment.

The jumping firelight reflected Xiahou Haoyu's side face flickering, and Su Changan felt that the temperature around him seemed to drop a little at that time, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"What do you mean?" he asked, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"Our world is a book, and the life, old age, sickness and death of each of us are written in that book, and from the past to the future, the fate of every living creature living in this world has long been predestined. ”

"The so-called catastrophe of life is nothing more than the heat of the heads of those who hold the pen, and the pen in their hands will flow, and thousands of people will die. We're all their dolls after all!"

This is the first time Su Changan has heard someone talk about it, and it is naturally difficult for him to fully accept it for a while.

At this moment, he couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, and he asked puzzledly: "Even if what you said is true, then why do you want to exhaust the eight hundred years of national fortune of the Great Wei, and why do you want to give away the great rivers and mountains?"

"Chang'an, don't you like to read novels very much?" Xiahou Haoyu glanced at Su Chang'an with slanted eyes, and said: "A book, the inconsequential A, B, C, and D, if he dies, he is dead, because he can't have much influence on things in the future." ”

"But if the main character in the book dies in the first half of the book, how else can the book be written?"

"The protagonist is dead..."Su Chang'an muttered Xiahou Haoyu's words, and the pupils in his eyes suddenly dilated at that time. He suddenly realized something, he looked at Xiahou Haoyu, and his body trembled involuntarily. "You mean..."

"Yes, if the world is a book, Da Wei is the protagonist of this book. Xiahou Haoyu nodded, and his face became gloomy at some point.

"If the writer wants to finish the book, he has to find a way to resurrect the main character, and then he will appear. ”

"Kill him and get the pen that writes the fate of the people, then I can become the master of this world!"