The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 375 Greetings—Emperor Yongle!
Did you win?
When everyone looked around, they could only see large pieces of broken flesh and blood that hadn't cooled down.

Isn't that a win?
The ghost face on the heart seemed to see what everyone was thinking, and burst out laughing.

Its laughter is dry, like the sound of a wooden saw scratching on dry bark, or like a night owl in the jungle at night.

It was so harsh that everyone couldn't help frowning slightly.

However, in the next moment, the sudden change in the heart shocked everyone.

I saw that the dilapidated corpse was slowly floating in mid-air at this time, or a complete right leg was divided, or a rock-like muscular arm was contributed, centered on the heart, assembled together, Form a four-dimensional monster.

The monster stood up like a tall building, just standing there, there was an indescribable chaos and magic.

The blood all over his body added a sense of evil to him.

The ghost face on the heart let out a "ho ho" sound, "Song Lanyi, next, will your Beiliang army be able to turn the tide?"

I'm afraid I can't.

The battle of saints above has fallen into the most dangerous situation of life and death.

King Qi is probably still breaking through the heavy defenses of Yaozu and Jinling.

None of them can be relied on.

You can only rely on yourself.

But in the situation where the blue blood heart is condensed into a sword, Yaoman is like Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death, and still has the strength to fight.

They can't help but have a negative thought.

Can they... really win?

Ghost Face watched them remain silent, and laughed wildly.

Only Song Lanyi raised his head at this moment with a faint smile.

She slowly took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on her cheek, revealing her fair skin.

She smiled shyly, with a shy smile on her cheeks, "Are you finished? Then it's my turn."

The ghost face's intuition is wrong, but it is the product of the condensed spirits of all the monsters and savages.

To put it mildly, it is a creature.

To put it bluntly, it was just an evil thought.

Violence, greed, and chaos filled his thoughts. When he saw Song Lanyi's unusual smile, his reaction was a bit slower.

In just half a beat, Song Lanyi suddenly had a big book in his hand.

The big book is soaked in talent and influenced by blood, and it has added a kind of spirituality after staying in this place of reincarnation until now.

Song Lanyi's thoughts were united, the big book turned without wind, and finally stayed on a compendium - "Emperor Benji".

The pages of this compendium seem to weigh as much as a thousand pounds.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans fell on Song Lanyi's forehead, and the clothes on his back were completely soaked. Only then did he barely turn the pages of the book until they landed on a man.

The man is not angry and majestic, his skin is slightly dark wheat-colored, he has the tough style of a perennial soldier, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a wide nose and a square mouth, and a shiny armor. There is a kind of hard to look at, but I can't help but feel a sense of admiration in my heart.

Song Lanyi looked at the man on the page, and couldn't help stroking his outline on the page.

She closed her eyes.

The wind on the battlefield is icy cold.

But at this moment, it's not cold, her heart is hot.

Indestructible, the eternal flame in her heart!

"It's difficult to make peace, set up a cabinet, and run the East Factory. Half a soldier's life has been lost for more than forty years."

"Move the country's capital, sail to the west, and flatten the north of the desert. I'm cold in iron clothes, but I hope you have a clear conscience!"

"Drinking horses in the vast sea, sealing wolves to live in Xu. For more than five hundred years, this is the only one!"

"Glorious and prosperous age, pay homage to—Emperor Yongle!"

锃!
Between the sky and the earth, a golden figure of Mian Yan suddenly appeared in front of Song Lanyi.

On his left side, there are heavily guarded cavalry, countless red-tasseled spears, and black-gold scimitars.

On his right side is the brilliant treasure ship, which is filled with countless rare and fairy materials, treasures and spiritual weapons.

Emperor Yongle looked around, his originally empty eyes suddenly burst out with a touch of sanity.

His majestic gaze scanned the entire world, and the ghost-faced monsters in front of him seemed to be mediocre in his eyes.

the other side.

Ghost face looked at the man in front of him who resembled the emperor of the world, for some reason, he felt a sense of cowardice in his heart.

But he was soon self-absorbed, irritated by his own thoughts.

cowardice?

who is it?
It is the ultimate backhand left by the Blood Bull Demon Ancestor, the demonic thoughts gathered after the death of countless demons, how can there be such a cowardly feeling?

The ghost face roared loudly, as if to cover up something, Jie Jie laughed strangely, "However, even a small summoned creature dares to be arrogant in front of me, if it doesn't avoid the edge, it's looking for death!"

Emperor Yongle narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the ghost face in front of him, his expression was very calm, and he snorted, "I must avoid your sharp edge? Take the knife."

After the words fell, an ordinary saber appeared in his hand.

A horizontal knife, a touch.

A fluttering sword light cut out.

In an instant, the world was overshadowed.

Outside Beiliang City.

One was marching in a hurry, covered with traces of blood, like a gust of wind, sweeping away.

However, at this moment, the entire world went dark.

King Qi, who was at the front of the horse, had a tense expression on his face, which was so dark that it seemed that water could drip from it.

However, at this moment, in Beiliang City, which is still some distance away, a clear girl's voice suddenly came:
"..."

"..."

"Drinking horses in the vast sea, sealing wolves to live in Xu. For more than five hundred years, this is the only one!"

"Glorious and prosperous age, pay homage to—Emperor Yongle!"

Hearing the word "Yongle", it was difficult for Qi Wangjing to come. His heart, which was able to keep calm before the crisis, suddenly fluctuated.

Yongle... In the glorious and prosperous age, the people are forever happy...

This is exactly the... definite year name he has set for his uncertain future.

If there is such a day, he can reach that position.

Then King Qi, I hope that I can set this year name that is full of his expectations.

The voice clearly belonged to Song Lanyi.

Who is the Emperor Yongle that Song Lanyi mentioned?
Is this the response of fate, or the reincarnation of fate?
He looked up subconsciously, but saw a man in an imperial robe.

And the man's face... unexpectedly resembles him somewhat.

The vision in Beiliang City is too astonishing, not to mention the entire Northern Territory, even the South has great powers who can see it with the help of different pupils.

All of a sudden, rumors spread everywhere.

Not only the common people, but even some monks, scholars and even officials, murmured in their hearts.

"Didn't Emperor Jiankang say that King Qi is a rebellious and rebellious thief, why is there a vision of King Qi now?"

"That's right, look at that figure, look at that demeanor, it seems that the ancient emperor really recovered. Could it be... Could it be that King Qi is the reincarnation of the ancient emperor?"

When the crowd heard this, there was an uproar.

If King Qi is the great emperor of ancient times, doesn't that mean that he is carrying the general trend of the world and the people's hearts this time, and he is not the traitor that Emperor Jiankang said at all.

Since that is the case, Emperor Jiankang... what is it?
ps: Drowsy, it will be a little better at night, I will see how much more I can write, and send it out before twelve o'clock.I love you guys.

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