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Chapter 450 He Wasn't My Father Three Years Ago

Ji Youze still knew how much ink was in the little emperor's stomach, and he immediately took out a copy of his manuscript from his cuff.

"What is written on it, I have already transcribed it and annotated it, Your Majesty can read this!"

The corner of the little emperor's mouth twitched when he heard the words, "You are clearly prepared to show me this old antique, Youze, your mind is getting worse and worse."

Ji Youze continued to keep a wooden face, explaining the contents of the animal skin book without any expression on his face.

This banned book originated in front of two thousand people.

"It is said that 3000 years ago, there were many magicians in the world, and various factions emerged one after another. Some used magic to save the dawn, but some used magic to harm the common people.

So the emperor Zhou Zuzu at that time ordered the world to kill evil magicians, and gradually began to prohibit others from cultivating immortals, and burned a large number of evil magic and immortal magic secrets.

One of the secret techniques is to manipulate the soul, cannibalize the soul of others, and turn others into one's own clone. This kind of magic is planned as a school of witchcraft, and those who have practiced this kind of witchcraft are called supreme witches. "

The little emperor trembled in fear.

Ji Youzhi was also shocked.

"Such a sorcery, thousands of years have passed, and there are still people who can practice it.

In the era when the first ancestor of the Zhou Dynasty burned books and banned the cultivation of immortals, it is said that he also sealed a lot of immortal cultivators. Among the remaining immortal cultivators, it is impossible for them to cultivate the Dao and become powerful to harm the common people. "

Ji Youzhi is also one of the little emperor's companions. He certainly knows some of the thousands of years of confidential history that outsiders don't know.

"The Gu art in southern Xinjiang started 500 years ago. At that time, the sorcerers were very powerful. The Central Plains were attacked by them several times. It was because of that time that the Great Zhou Dynasty, which was at its peak for thousands of years, began to be crowded with heroes."

Cold sweat began to break out on the little emperor's forehead.

"What do you mean?"

Ji Youzhi quickly answered, "Old Ba, are you sure that you are a great wizard who doubts the southern border, and he became a supreme wizard 500 years ago, and then he has lived until now?"

Ji Youze was breathing heavily, and his expressionless face suddenly changed slightly, "I don't know!"

"Let me take it easy, this news is too exciting, I really can't believe that there is an old monster that has lived for thousands of years in Southern Border.

If this is the case, then this southern border is too scary. "

The little emperor couldn't sit still any longer, stood up and walked out the door of the imperial study room, and went directly to the side hall.

In the side hall, Princess Ata just drank the medicine, and she was drowsy.

Hearing the sound of someone pushing the door, he opened his eyes.

Seeing the little emperor and the Ji family brothers, she couldn't help but smile, "Your Majesty will come later than I thought!"

"The Great Wizard of Southern Border is not dead!" The little emperor said with affirmative tone while looking at Princess Ata's face.

Princess Ata replied simply, "I don't know!"

"You don't know this?
what do you know "

Princess Ata said, "I know someone is going to kill me, and wants to provoke a war between Southern Xinjiang and Korea."

"who's that person?"

The little emperor asked.

"If I say that man is my father, would you believe it, Your Majesty?"

"King of Southern Border!"

The little emperor and Ji Youzhi's brothers looked at each other, looked at each other for a while, but said nothing.

"Why did he do this?"

Ji Youze frowned and asked.

Princess Ata shook her head and said.

"I don't know what he is thinking. What I can be sure of is that since about three years ago, the King of Southern Border has ceased to be my father."

(End of this chapter)