Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Yan Ce patiently savored "his" past, looking up at the clouds and clouds in the sky, "Then I am really good enough. In fact, if it weren't for that princess, I wouldn't be returning to the country of Yan now. It would be better if I had that free time." Rubbish some benefits with King Qin, to build a good impression."

Miss Dai Yunling sighed: "But you finally came."

"That's right." Yan Ce nodded, and said, "Why is the princess called the keepsake so similar in appearance to the king? Why is she and me..."

This is Yan Ce's primary question, for which he has given up the short-lived warmth of the village.

"You should know that we martyrs are only responsible for assassination."

The Great Assassin Ji, who had become an instructor of the National Martyrdom, bowed her head obediently, and her plump and soft body bowed slightly.

Yan Ce stood on tiptoe and touched the big assassin Ji whose height made him feel quite inferior.

"Forget it, since we're here, lean on the big tree of the Qin State to enjoy the shade, save the Yan State after destroying it, end the fate of Shaoyun Order, and hack to death the slanderous grandson on the throne."

In theory, that grandson is your uncle Wang.

Calling Uncle Wang a grandson, are you planning to completely tear your face apart and set off a righteous rebellion!

The Assassin Girls had different expressions, and the Great Assassin Ji said awkwardly: "We came here because of the Prosperity and Assassin's direct authority that you agreed, but you have to follow it step by step."

The subtext is naturally, is your purpose as an assassin just to be reckless, to do everything, to cut and chop, and to kill King Yan before entering the palace, you are going to heaven.

Immediately, all the Assassins set their sights on Miss Dai Yunling who had been in contact with Yan Ce long ago. As the third person in charge, this autistic mutated boy who was so optimistic that he wanted to go to heaven. Did he drop a little from the height of his break through the sky? Drop it.

Shaoyun Ling is Dai Yunling's idol, that's right.

Dai Yunling really dare not agree with his brutal and reckless policy.

"Shaoyun Ling, 'National Martyr' doesn't have the super power to defeat ten thousand with one enemy, we will become toys and be broken."

"I go to the palace alone."

Aha……

The Assassins of War are all startled, are you trying to break through the shackles of Yu He Zhou?

Wang Shuyanxuan was the first directly responsible person who personally established Guoshang. He was said to be the first generation of immediate bosses. Their assassination, tactics, disguise... It can even be said that they have spent their entire lives according to that person's arrangements.

It's not a question of whether you want to be hacked to death at all, it's completely impossible to hack to death, even if you are singled out, you may not be able to hack to death.

Master Shaoyun Ling, you will be fucked by a hot man for rebellion alone, and it would be a pity to have your head soup drunk by a bloodless and tearless man.

"Master Shaoyun Ling, one person is absolutely—"

"One person is enough."

Yan Ce took a deep breath to maintain his composure.

"Most of the people of Yan State have gradually given up their trust in the country amid rounds of disappointment. The people of the lower class need a miracle, which can also be called hope. A country that can only eat people is doomed to perish."

Yan Ce frowned, and a sigh filled the boy's eyes.

"On the way, I saw the orphan begging with hopeless eyes. He couldn't say a word. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a sound. He wanted to thank him but shed tears. The fear in his eyes contained hesitation and confusion. complex meaning."

He never thought that the world outside the book would actually be——

It's so scary.

"Passers-by are like walking dead, officials are numb and haggard, the superstructure and the substructure have been severely damaged, and the economic system has completely regressed. Do I use my judgment to prove a conclusion——"

"The country is dying."

"Rather than let it weep in the process of dying, it is better to be nirvana in the flames of destruction."

between words.

Brilliant sparks flickered in his eyes.

The calm voice echoed in the royal court, and the next moment.

The temple door is open.

Dozens of indifferent pupils converged on the boy.

The last first-generation national martyr, and the oldest Shaoyun Ling, seemed to be torn from the cocoon of bondage.

Hidden Story: The Rebellion of a Puppet Boy, Open.

Chapter 140 Goodbye, My Innocence

The sound of footsteps permeating the ears of all the generals gradually approached.

The general who commanded thousands of troops in the capital of Yan Kingdom stood in the middle of the royal court, lined up in two rows, and a group of strong and persistent generals waited quietly for the young man.

Yanzhao...the dead man of generosity and tragedy...

Groups of sergeants appeared calmly and orderly outside the palace, and the formation took shape in an instant. Everyone would draw their swords and face each other at the moment when the young man showed hostility.

The second the footsteps fell.

The world is silent.

Faintly remnant autumn leaves, faintly turbid world.

Vaguely... the tragic song gradually begins.

What a puppet cannot do can be done by a reckless tyrant...