Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Zuo Xianwang raised his hand, hoping that the two sides could give him a little sense of existence.

Yan Ce said: "The orphans who suffered inhuman humiliation due to the war and the incompetent royal family were forced to join the selection of Guoshang. To awaken my memory."

In the dead space, Yan Xuan hesitated for a moment, and asked curiously: "What do you want to say?"

"I'm not Shaoyunling, I really don't remember anything about the past."

"Ah……"

Yan Xuan laughed when he heard this, thinking that he would say something righteous.

The young man stepped forward step by step, scenes of scenes emerged in his mind.

The orphans crowded under the city gate looked at the direction of the distant royal court and cried in a low voice, with no tears in their eyes. He only saw it when the camera of a TV station in a distant ocean made a momentary mistake.

That is a world beyond sight.

The young man said as he walked: "It shouldn't be like this. The nobles of all countries give way a little bit, and don't use the blood and tears of the lower classes to maintain their dignity. You royal families put down your obsession with power a little bit. For the sake of the lower classes of the country, let those little orphans live like individuals. Qin can make—"

"The royal family will not let it!"

The middle-aged uncle's voice interrupted Yan Ce's indecisive and naive thoughts.

Give way a little bit, do you think you're playing house!

This is war!

Winner takes all, loser eats dust.

"The nations won't give way, so I can't let it go. Everyone is selfish, and no one is a saint. Well, the time for clarifying doubts is over, so shouldn't your shattered dreams of nothingness also end, nephew?"

Yan Xuan asked gently, as elegant as a mellow Confucian.

Utopias... do they exist?

Does not exist?

"Yeah, I'm so stupid and bookish."

Scholar angry...

Yan Ce smiled lightly, as if saying goodbye to the last innocence and immaturity.

Looking at the hypocritical adults in front of him, looking at the country that Shaoyun Ling is loyal to.

Devastated.

The nations are getting old, like a beauty getting old, only to see a gray head.

The ancient city was crying, and the sound of crying echoed in the clouds.

The saber was unsheathed.

A flash of surprise, it is a sword that is fast to the extreme.

Yan Xuan laughed, pulled out the sword of the general beside him, and threw it at the young man's sword.

"when!!!"

The sound of the long sword striking echoed in the royal court, and the next moment, the soldiers entered the hall, and the generals pointed their swords at Yan Ce, and the nerves of the martyrs were extremely tense.

In the quiet world, only Yan Xuan was smiling.

"Nephew, if you want to assassinate, one person is not enough. Too much self-confidence is not good sometimes, even if you add those few national martyrs, it is impossible to successfully assassinate. Well, obediently sleep in the royal court for a while, and when the time is right, I will send you back to Qin."

"A king is not the same as a king, so you will only be a king, and that one will eventually be an emperor."

Yan Xuan showed a fake smile, and said lightly: "What do you mean?"

"It's boring."

The credential that the young man hid in his long sleeves fell to the ground in the shock, and the long wind passed by, and the credential rolled down and spread the whole picture.

Yan Xuan indifferently tossed the saber back to the commander at the side, picked up the letter of credence, felt the thickness, is it two copies?Mezzanine...

Immediately, Yan Xuan, who used to wantonly manipulate the puppet boy, was startled slightly, and his smile disappeared.

Yan Ce withdrew the last sword that symbolized the meaning of a scholar, the corners of his mouth raised.

"I said I went to the temple alone, who said I was alone from the beginning to the end?"

What is domineering, what is kingly way?

Outside the capital of Jiji, black clothes and black armor.

Thousands of troops...

Chapter 140 IX

At the same time, across the mountains and rivers of Shenzhou, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, came to the land favored by the sun.

Xianyang Palace, under the long pavilion.

The flowers and summer leaves swayed slightly, and the lingering sound of the wind accompanied by the calm voice of the old man sounded here.

"The world is robbing, my chess master has improved again, and the old minister lost."

The old man held the white piece and hung it in the air for a long time. With a wry smile, he put the last piece back into the box.