Way of Choices

Although thousands of people will go with me.

Xuan Yuanbo felt that he could try something like this.

But if it becomes the way the Archbishop said, it will really kill tens of thousands of people, and Xuanyuan will be somewhat unsure of his idea, and with his understanding of His Royal Highness, if His Royal Highness knows to pay such a large price, it may be sorted out overnight Dowry, married the next morning.

The archbishop tipped his feet and patted Xuanyuan's broken shoulder. He glanced at him deeply, and then left with the Tang family manager.

The Patriarch Patriarch, who had been waiting for a long time at the alley, came over and gave Xuanyuan a deep look, then patted him on the shoulder.

He doesn't have to stand on foot because he is taller and taller than Xuanyuan.

"Dazhou officials went to the Imperial City, but did not come here, indicating that their court did not mind His Highness married the second prince of Daxizhou."

The Patriarch Patriarch said, "What does His Majesty the Pope think?"

Xuan Yuanbo said: "He shouldn't know about it yet."

The Patriarch Patriarch said: "Today is your own idea?"

Xuanyuan broke through.

The Patriarch Patriarch looked at him with a sigh and said, "At first, I asked you to go back to the tribe. You refused to stay in Baidi City. I couldn't take you."

Xuan Yuan Po said very seriously: "I will contribute to the tribe in the future."

"I'll talk about it later. What I want to say is that you have won in Matsucho. Why do you want to go to the other two platforms? This has broken the rules of the Tianxuan Dadian."

The Patriarch Patriarch drew two figures and said, "If it is not for these two to protect you, the Queen Mother can make you unable to enter the Sky Tree tomorrow."

Looking at the patriarch's hand, Xuanyuan was a little surprised, thinking why the two big figures, Xiang Patriarch and Shi Patriarch, should speak for themselves?

He said: "I didn't think so much, nor did I deliberately want to break the rules, just thinking about who dares to have ambitions for His Royal Highness, and I will strike down who I am."

The Patriarch Patriarch thought about what he said in front of the imperial city, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, saying, "The courage is not small, but can you beat Xiaode?"

Xuan Yuanbo thought about it very seriously and came to a very certain conclusion: "Can't beat it."

The thick eyebrow that the Patriarch Patriarch just raised fell, sighed, and said, "So what's the point of saying these words?"

Xuan Yuanbo said: "I want to try it, at least stick to the end."

The Patriarch Patriarch understood what he meant, and the so-called persistence to the end was just a matter of time.

If we can drag on for an extra day, we will be more likely to wait until the state religion responds, although it seems that hope is still slim.

The Baidi City and Kyoto are separated by 80,000 miles of mountains and rivers. The prohibition in the sacred battle the day before yesterday broke the connection between the two sides.

After thinking for a while, the Patriarch Patriarch suddenly said, "Xiaode may not stick to the end."

Xuanyuan broke the news slightly and did not understand the meaning of this sentence.

"You are participating in the Heavenly Election Ceremony, and you are thinking about your highness' wedding."

The Patriarch Patriarch stared at his eyes and said, "But don't forget, their purpose is to become the White Emperor."

Xuan Yuanbo didn't even understand, if he could win the election, marry his royal family, wouldn't he become the next white emperor?

The Patriarch Patriarch left without explaining anything, but left some very serious words in the end.

"You have the current ability to let these priests and Tang family stewards protect you, it is indeed because of the National College of Education, but you must not forget that the family sent you to Kyoto, even if you insist on playing as the National College of Education , But the **** should not be too crooked, and you should consider the interests of the clan more when you act."

Xuan Yuanbo didn't refute and remained silent. Because this sentence is very reasonable, if there is no tribal election and value, he did not have the opportunity to go to Kyoto at that time, and he would not know Chen Changsheng and Luoluo, and then became the third student of the National College of Education.

Looking at the burly figure that the patriarch patriarch gradually disappeared into the night, Xuanyuan Po suddenly remembered Tang 36.

If Tang Thirty-six heard this, he would certainly laugh at his fat buttocks, and there was no way to sit down on a bench.

Yes, why bother with the question of where to sit on the buttocks? Wouldn’t it be nice to sit on two benches at the same time?

Xuanyuan suddenly felt a lot lighter, turned and walked deep into the alley.

The warriors of the Xiong tribe are guarded in the outermost streets and lanes. The masters of the Tang family and several strong men of the Tiannan Xiu Dao occupy the heights, while the priests of the Xihuang Dao Dian are kept outside.

The alley is quiet and there is no sound.

Not far away is the Tianshu Shimiao Temple in Matsucho, which is extremely quiet in the night, and can smell the smell of lamp oil vaguely.

The deepest part of the alley is the small courtyard where Xuanyuan broke for several years.

He pushed open the wooden door and walked into the courtyard, stepped over the white cobblestone, took off his boots, soaked his feet in clean water, and stood on the wooden floor.

He glanced at the short pine by the white wall, took a deep breath, calmed down, and entered the house.

It looks quiet outside the courtyard. In fact, many people are hidden. In addition to those who are instructed to protect him, there are many indifferent eyes watching him.

Those sights may come from certain tribes, from the Presbyterian Church, from the Great Western Continent, and of course the most from the demon royal court.

If anyone finds that the two sacred realm strongmen wanted by the imperial court have always lived in this small courtyard...

Xuanyuan Po was convinced that neither the warriors in the tribe nor the strong practitioners of the priests and human races could stop the small courtyard from being directly crushed.

It seems that the scars of red and infinity are... better?

Xuanyuan did not know medical skills and could not be sure.

Infinite Bi bleeds too much after breaking his arm, and his face is still pale, but all the buns he took in the morning were clean.

Otherwise, red is sitting there as quietly as last night, calmly.

Xuan Yuanbo then noticed that the color of the spars on the floor had faded a lot, and the positions of the wooden towers also seemed to have moved.

"Are you... alright?"

The lights in the room were a bit dim, and he couldn't confirm whether the insignificance between other red eyebrows had dissipated.

A different red expression said mildly: "It's better, just a little hungry."

Xuanyuan broke through and woke up, and quickly turned around to prepare some dinner.

Just after pushing the paper door open, he stopped and turned around to give a serious salute to the other kind of red and said, "Thank you."

He thanked what he said to him in the early morning.

The fighting experience of a strong mainland man is the most precious gain for any practitioner.

Going out of the house, he took out the firewood from the neat firewood pile and started cooking with fire.

There are not many winter vegetables at home. He simply made two dishes and stewed a bowl of bacon and potato rice.

Biehonghong thanked her after taking the meal.

Endless Bi's face was still ugly, but after all he didn't say anything unpleasant, just hummed.

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