The Prodigal Son of the Empire

The people in the hall had already dispersed, and the dim candlelight gave people a strong sense of depression.

The climax will always pass, just like entering the sage's time, Gao Yanqing nestled in the dragon chair, feeling endless emptiness...

Is he really stupid?

of course not.

How could someone who had competed with Gao Yanzong for the throne of God be stupid?

How can it be possible for a person who pretends to be crazy and has endured for more than ten years to be just superficial?

He just vented his inner unwillingness in this way.

too late!

Although he got the throne, he didn't have long to live.

He is getting old, and because he pretended to be crazy and went into the pigsty before, and got into a dark house, he left hidden diseases in his body. He is very aware of his situation.

He got it.

But in the end it was nothing.

What's the point of thinking about it this way?

So he is resentful, he is stupid, and he wants to destroy the country.

He pretended to be crazy and foolish just to survive. He knew Gao Yanzong's character too well, so he made such a bad move.

But even so, his descendants were all killed!

In other words, he has no descendants!

This may be the greatest tragedy.

That's why he broke the jar like this.

"Mo Tan, everyone outside is calling me a fool, right?"

He spoke in a low voice.

It turned out that there was another person in the dim shadow behind him.

This person is tall, wearing a suit of armor, with a strong killing spirit.

Mo Tan was his subordinate when he was the prince, and his absolute confidant.

"I understand you. More than ten years of humiliation is not something anyone can bear. You need to vent. No one dares to disobey you."

Mo Tan said in a low voice.

"It's not interesting, it's not interesting."

After a long time, Gao Yanqing let out a low sigh.

Every night he seemed to return to normal, and during the day he entered that abnormal state again.

From this point of view, he is also a poor man.

"I have something to report to you."

Mo Tan seemed to remember something and said: "Recently, I found that special organizations have appeared in various parts of Qi, similar to sects. They..."

"who is it?"

Just as Mo Tan was talking, the subject changed abruptly, his eyes were fixed on the entrance of the hall, and a figure walked in.

"Who dares to come here."

Mo Tan took a step forward, in a protective posture.

Gao Yanqing also sat up slightly, watching the figure walk out of the darkness.

I can see it clearly.

It was a middle-aged man in commoner clothes and straw sandals, with a special temperament.

"who are you?"

"You may have heard my name, I am the leader of the Supreme Master, God asked."

"Teacher?"

"God asks."

Gao Yanqing showed a puzzled expression, and then his face changed drastically. He had the impression of this name deep in his memory...

"The outside world calls you really vividly. From this point of view, you really look like a pig."

Tianwen spoke in a calm voice.

"Damn you!"

Before Gao Yanqing could say anything, Mo Tan drew out his sword and stabbed at Tianwen.

The tip of the sword shone with a cold light, which was even more translucent in the dark environment.

However, the next moment Mo Tan's complexion became extremely ugly.

Because his sword was controlled, to be precise, it was pinched by two fingers.

"You are not my opponent."

After Tian Wen's voice fell, he did not see any movement, and the tip of the sword was actually broken...

see this scene.

Gao Yanqing's pupils shrank sharply, he knew Mo Tan's strength, but this person was even more terrifying, it was unbelievable.

He was about to call out, but was interrupted directly.

"Don't shout, I don't have any malice here, I'm here to help you."

hear this.

Gao Yanqing subconsciously asked, "What can you help me with?"

"We meet what you need most right now."