The Empress Dowager looked sad, glanced at the corpse on the ground, hid the black short sword in her sleeve, and ignored the corpse in the pool of blood on the ground, left the room and returned to the emperor's coffin to meditate.

That is, when the Queen Mother was in a daze by the emperor's coffin, Princess Wan'er and Princess Qiqi sneaked out of the palace.

In order to ensure the safety of the two princesses, the general of Changkong dispatched two generals, the silver-armored god and the black-faced god, to accompany him.

The four heavenly gods are extremely revered in the Great Qin Empire, and General Changkong asked two of them to protect the two princesses, and the importance of the two princesses now can be seen.

When Wan Ling'er walked into the living room and saw the silver-armored gods and black-faced gods like iron towers standing between Princess Wan'er and Princess Kiki, she was dumbfounded, and her originally arrogant demeanor became silent and cautious.

Even if Wan Ling'er was bold, he didn't dare to challenge the majesty of the two generals.

At this time, Wan Ling'er regretted it to death, if Mingyue was here tomorrow, her pressure would naturally be much less, and the worst thing was that the two sisters of Mingyue Tomorrow had already gone to Baihualou to take charge. At this time, Wan Ling'er realized that the two sisters of Tomorrow and Mingyue are not useless, at least, they can stand behind them to support the scene.

Fortunately, Zhao Yuan was behind Wan Ling'er, which made Wan Ling'er talk about masturbation.

"Sister Ling'er is good. "Wan'er has been oppressed by Wan Ling'er for a long time, and between her eyebrows, she does not have the grandeur of a princess.

"Good...... Good ......" Wan Ling'er felt that she was being stared at by the majestic gaze of the two gods all the time, and felt her scalp explode, and turned to look at Zhao Yuan behind her from time to time.

Wan Ling'er didn't know what to say, and Zhao Yuan was secretly complaining now, because, when he entered the living room, the black-faced god stared at him from beginning to end, and there was a meaningful smile in his lantern-like eyes, and this smile made Zhao Yuan's scalp tingle.

Why is it not the Sledgehammer God?

Zhao Yuan could only secretly wail, to know that the grievances and grievances between him and the black-faced god could be traced back to the Jiepai Xiongguan, at the beginning, he and the two sisters of Tomorrow and Mingyue not only made the mansion of the black-faced god restless, but also blew up a large part of the city wall, and the black-backed long knife of the black-faced god is still on Zhao Yuan.

If there was a crack in the ground, Zhao Yuan would have escaped by drilling into the crack.

"Tell me, why do you want to see us? Princess Kiki sat on a chair, with her own majesty between her eyebrows.

"Ahem...... They ......" Wan Ling'er smiled awkwardly and glanced at the black-faced god and the silver-armored god.

"Go out first. Princess Kiki is also extraordinary, and said lightly.

"Princess, please allow me to take care of some personal matters first. The black-faced god took a step forward, bent down to Princess Qiqi and Princess Wan'er, and gestured, neither humble nor arrogant.

“...... All right. Princess Qiqi was stunned, she didn't know the grievances and grievances between the black-faced god and Zhao Yuan, but naturally she would not sweep the face of the black-faced god, and nodded and promised.

"Zhao Yuan, do you still remember this general?!" The tower-like body of the black-faced god turned around and looked down at Zhao Yuan.

"The general let go of the villain back then, and the villain always remembered it. Zhao Yuan said in a low voice.

"Really?" said the black-faced god lightly.

"Ahem, ahem...... General, Zhao was young and ignorant back then, and asked the general to do a lot, don't ......"

"Where's my knife?" the black-faced god interrupted Zhao Yuan's words.

"This ...... This ......" Zhao Yuan stammered at a loss.

"Knife!" the black-faced god stretched out his fan-like palm.

"This ...... Knife...... Some ...... "Zhao Yuan had no choice but to summon the black-backed long knife with a severed head, with an embarrassed expression.

"Give it to me!"

Zhao Yuan hesitated for a moment, but finally handed the severed head long knife in his hand to the black-faced god.

Zhao Yuan's actions made Wan Ling'er very nervous, I don't know when Lu Dao was, she had already pinched a handful of Dan talismans in her hand, once Zhao Yuan had any three long and two short, she would immediately burst out and hurt people.

It didn't matter if Wan Ling'er took out the Dan Fu, but it startled the two princesses, Wan'er and Qiqi, and actually stood up together, looking like they were about to flee for their lives at any time.

Princess Wan'er and Princess Kiki's expressions made the silver-armored gods standing behind them nervous, and he obviously felt that the two princesses who were not shocked suddenly became nervous, so he had to fight twelve points to watch out for emergencies.

The Silver Armor Heavenly God knew that almost all the people who came into contact with Wan Ling'er were blown up by her.

Inside the living room, it suddenly became tense.

Unaware of the tense atmosphere around him, the black-faced god took the long black-backed knife with a severed head, and there was a long silence.

"General, I'm sorry. Zhao Yuan bowed, he had always felt guilty about the black-faced god.

"It's not easy for you all these years!" the black-faced god sighed as he gently stroked the uneven and pitted blade, just from the wet blade, he could feel how cruel the battle was going through with this knife.

This black-backed long knife, in Zhao Yuan's hands, has experienced countless bloody battles, and it is no longer as smooth as it used to be, and after the streamlined knife head is broken, it has lost its edge, but it has an extra palpitating murderous aura, which shows that over the years, Zhao Yuan has been fighting from birth to death.

At this time, the black-backed long knife was like a history book, and it recorded every glorious battle of Zhao Yuan.

The people who were killed by the black-backed long knife were all famous cultivators.

Lunaro, the wolf of the steppe.

Gonggong Wu and two cultivators.

King Zuo Xian of the Assassin Slave.

The stabbing slave is single to the king.

Hubei Mountain Willow Xiaotian......

......

There were not a thousand who died under the black-backed long sword, but eight hundred. Of course, this is just the speculation of the black-faced gods, in fact, the lives that died under the black-backed long knife have already exceeded 10,000, and there are countless masters among them who no one knows the Dao, such as the dragon disciples of Huayun Sect, and the senior brothers of Fanjing Sect......

"This knife has nothing to do in my hands, but it has been carried forward in your hands and has become famous. The black-faced god gently stroked the scarred blade with a pair of large hands, and for a moment, he had mixed feelings.

"General......

"Zhao Yuan, you have not insulted this good knife, take it, today, it is considered that the general will officially give you this long knife, I hope you can continue to experience it and make it a peerless famous knife!"

The black-faced god held up the black-backed long knife with both hands, and his face was solemn.

"General Xie Lu, General Xie. Zhao Yuan hurriedly took the knife with both hands, looking respectful.

"Well, today, it's a heart disease of Ben General. ”

The black-faced god gestured to the silver-armored god and strode towards the outside of the living room. The Silver Armor Heavenly God glanced at Zhao Yuan and Wan Ling'er, hesitated for a moment, and followed the black-faced Heavenly God out of the way.

The two gods waited outside without mentioning it.

Speaking of Wan Ling'er, after seeing a god with a majestic figure like an iron tower, he was immediately relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It's my turn to sit. Wan Ling'er walked to the chair and sat down.

"Sister Ling'er, now is an extraordinary time, it's not easy for us to get out of the palace, if you have something to say, let's say it quickly, we can't stay for a long time. Princess Wan'er said.

"Zhao Yuan misses you......" As soon as Wan Ling'er's words came out, she immediately stopped abruptly, and she herself didn't know why she said such a sentence inexplicably.

"Ah...... Really?" Wan'er's face flushed, and she looked at Zhao Yuan with a shy expression.