The master of metaphysics is short of money in the five elements

Xue Quan suddenly raised his head, and even Xia Chenyan, who could not move, turned his eyes to look at her.

Fu Niannian had a slight smile on her lips, but it made people look cold for no reason.

"The result of the phenomenon of returning to ancient times is not to ascend to godhood, but to occupy the magpie's nest."

When Xue Quan heard these words, his heart shook violently, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably, as if something extremely terrifying had happened.

After thinking about something, Xue Quan's eyes were splitting, and he struggled to look back at Xia Chenyan. Xia Chenyan couldn't move, but his eyes were protruding and covered with red blood. He looked ferocious and terrifying.

Xue Quan vomited another large mouthful of blood, his body became weak uncontrollably, and he almost collapsed on the ground.

He stared at Xia Chenyan, as if he could no longer hold on, a few unwilling hums escaped from his lips and teeth, but he could no longer make any more sounds.

Before he died, his lips closed and he kept saying something, but it was too late. His soul gradually became transparent until it dissipated.

It took Xia Chenyan a long time to realize what Xue Quan was saying, "Your Highness, I'm sorry." '

An overwhelming amount of complex emotions swept through his heart, but he couldn't tell whether it was more regret or sadness.

He has been persistent for thousands of years, but in fact it was just because he was unwilling to give up.

He was praised for his literary skills and martial arts, and was praised by his imperial tutor since he was a child. His father even felt that the Xia Dynasty's dream of unifying this land would be realized during his reign.

Everyone had high hopes for him, even he himself thought so. He was full of passion, but in the end he died at the hands of the person closest to him who was the most undefended. How could he be willing to do so?
He wanted to be resurrected and continue the glory of the Xia Dynasty, instead of letting the Xia Dynasty end at the hands of his brother who was full of dirty thoughts.

Later, with the help of Xue Quan, he regained control of the Xia Dynasty, but the prince Xia Chenyan was dead, and the one who ascended the throne could not be a ghost. He sat behind the scenes, not feeling as excited as he imagined, and he was also disappointed. ambition.

He didn't know when he had changed. He was no longer obsessed with the glory of the Xia Dynasty, nor was he obsessed with being a good emperor, letting the people live and work in peace and contentment, and making the dynasty prosperous.

He only clung to resurrection.

He even did not hesitate to use Xue Quan and use everything he could. He seems to have become stupid and no longer resembles Xia Chenyan, the literary and military prince from thousands of years ago, but he can't go back.

Fu Niannian walked towards him, stood in front of him, and stared at the scales on his face carefully.

Lu Wu came over and stood side by side with her.

"Take him to the mountains in the Sangui Zone?"

Fu Niannian shook his head: "No, send a message to Mingchen later and imprison him to the underworld for him to take care of. I'm afraid the Special Administration Bureau won't be able to lock him up."

"Wait a while for Mingchen to pick him up, and the two of us will go take a look at the Sangui Zone."

Lu Wu nodded: "Okay."

Fu Niannian burned the talisman paper to send a message to Mingchen, and it was Meng Yao who came.

After Meng Yao arrived, he briefly understood the situation with them and then left with Xia Chenyan.

Zhou Ning came out of his hiding place, ran to Fu Niannian, and asked with a smile: "Miss Fu, can I go with you?"

Fu Niannian shook his head: "No, let's go down the mountain first, and you can fly back by yourself. After you go back, ask Zhao Yun'en to pay attention to Wei Tong's news."

Zhou Ning was a little disappointed, but he also knew that Miss Fu must be doing it for his own good, but...

"Wei Tong him..."

"Zhao Yunen has special channels. Just tell him and ask him to eliminate the few channels he has. I will contact Pluto for the rest." Fu Niannian interrupted him.

Zhou Ning nodded solemnly: "I understand."