Marquis of Grand Xia

Jiao Yuesheng rises, the night is slightly cool, southeast of the Three Emperors City, in an inconspicuous small courtyard, the lights are bright and the wine is overflowing.

The marvelous martial wine was drunk into the throat, and the burning sensation came from, making people intoxicated.

After three trips to drink, the wine is not drunk and everyone is drunk. The two have very different personalities and a huge difference in age, but they sit together bizarrely and drunk.

Ning Chen, who has always been scheming deeply, this time, no more scheming. After drinking alcohol from one altar to another, he felt a burning sensation, and his fatigue was reduced a lot.

Xuan Mo looked at the young man in front of him, and his mentality and views gradually changed. The first time he met, he had a general impression of the young man because he couldn't understand him.

The young man who can completely hide his mind can see how terrible his scheming is. Intuition tells him that this disciple of King Nine You is not easy.

He has been stationed in the Three Imperial City for too long, and there are countless young arrogances he has seen. For these people who are approachable and approachable, he has a deep sea-like power in his heart, and he has never liked it.

At the first sight of this child, he felt the same way, but because of the relationship between the Nine Serenity King, he still had much reservation.

Goodbye today, this son asked him to drink with two bottles of wine. His impression of this young man was even worse. Over the centuries, more than one prince has come to him and used different methods, but in the end The purpose is the same.

He holds the forbidden army and is in charge of the safety of the three imperial cities. For the princes, he is a powerful bargaining chip for unification. He does not like the battle of Huang Quan, which does not mean that he does not understand these.

Therefore, in the face of this disciple of the Nine You King, he did not want to turn around and directly explained his attitude.

However, what he didn't think of was that this simple sentence simply denied and dispelled his concerns.

A distinguished prince who has not inherited the qualifications of the Great Commander, why should he be attracted to this Commander of the Forbidden Army?

He came to him just to drink.

"Drunkenly picking lights to watch swords, dreaming to blow back the corner of the camp. Eight hundred miles of sub-moxibustion, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, the battlefield points Qiu Bing.

Ma Fei's Lu Feikui, his bow like a thunderbolt. However, the king is in the world and won the name of his predecessor. "

The spirits were burning, and the spirit of the wine rushed to the head. Ning Chen looked at the night scene outside the window and whispered softly.

A lifelong battle, gradually becoming a memory, when he was young, he led a soldier to protect Da Xia, **** battle, ten years of Rongma, guarding a relative and friend he cherished.

In his youth, when the gods came down to the world, the calamity of China, and when he was alive and dead, he had to give up everything and borrow a hundred years of foundation from the sky with 500 yuan to resist the divine power and send the **** to heaven.

In his prime, the five domains merged, the chaos of the world, the invasion of the Tianfu, and the cold of the lips, in order to prevent the China from being robbed again, he only had to raise his sword and fight again to protect the safety in the lower realm.

In his middle age, he traveled far and wide to find a way to resurrect ghost women.

In a hundred years, his white hair was full, and the immortal flat peach tree blossomed and fruited. The ghost girl was resurrected. Under the punishment, his life ended.

But, the ghost girl rescued him again, forcibly pulled him back from the ghost gate, and continued for another life.

In this life, how will he go?

The wine was poured into the belly one bite at a time. Ning Chen's eyes were a little confused, or one day, he woke up drunk and dreamed, and when he returned to his youth, when he was young, he was daring to lose his face.

Poor white happened, poor white happened!

In a hundred years, he should have been old.

Aside, Xuan Mo listened to the murmur in the mouth of the young people around him, and somehow raised an inexplicable desolation in his heart.

However, the king is in the world and won the name of his predecessor.

This is a portrayal of a general on earth. Why is there such a sigh in this son?

Xuan Mo looked at the people around him for a long time, his eyes slightly shrunk.

It was only now that he noticed that this young man's long hair was completely white.

Among the hundreds of people, it is not a race without white hair, so few people will notice this.

However, no matter whether he is a devil or a human race, like this child's age and realm, he will never be young.

In the Three Emperors City, everyone rumored that the thirteenth prince was a demon from the human world. Because he devoured a royal demon, he would have royal blood.

Looking at it for a long time, Xuan Mo sighed softly. It seems that this disciple of Nine You King has too many unknown pasts.

"Brother Xuan Mo, one day, if the battlefield meets, I will not keep your hand on you."

With a sip of liqueur in his throat, Ning Chen spoke suddenly, and said in a surprisingly serious tone.

Xuan Mo heard the words, his expression stunned, and there was no reaction for a while.

Ning Chen smiled slightly and said nothing more, and continued to drink in silence.

He is very clear about his identity and mission. Now the channel of primitive magic realm and Tianwaitian has been opened. Although Senior Yan senior and the mysterious old man shot to deter the scale emperor and the first group of strong people, the original magic realm and There will be a battle between human races sooner or later.

This is a battle left over from the ancient times. It is inevitable that the hundreds of tribes in the original Demon Realm will not give up this opportunity to compete for more resources, especially the Celestial Clan with three Devil Emperors. I am afraid that from the ancient times ~, they have not given up King's ambition.

"His Royal Highness, there is a sentence that will want to advise you at the end." Xuan Mo said in a deep voice.

"Brother Xuan Mo has nothing to say" Ning Chen smiled.

"The battle of imperial power has always been a battlefield where sword soldiers have never been seen, and it is even crueler than the battlefield. If your Highness is not interested in this, it is best not to be involved in it."

"The tree wants to be quiet and the wind can't stop"

Ning Chen took a sip of wine silently and said, "How can it be possible to clean oneself in this position, Xuanmo Brother knows, how many royal dignitaries have come to the Nine Nether Palace in the past few days?"

"His Royal Highness is the Nine Serenity King. If His Highness insists on not participating in the battle of imperial power, who dares to force His Royal Highness?" Xuan Moning said.

"The crown prince, the third prince, the seventh prince, and all the princes, which one is not the heir of the three princes, I do not want to fight, does not mean that I can live alone, well, Brother Xuan Mo, we only today Drink alcohol, don't talk about politics. "

Ning Chen stretched out the wine jar ~ www.readwn.com ~ smiled.

Xuan Mo nodded and bumped into the wine jar. He stopped talking and raised his head to drink.

The night was getting darker and deeper, and beside them, the empty wine jars were piled up one by one and piled up into small hills.

The woman came and added new oil to the oil lamp, and immediately left in silence without disturbing the two.

In the middle of the month, Xuan Mo lay halfway in front of the door and went to sleep. He didn't use Xiuwei to resist the wine spirit. Even the king's forbidden army commander could hardly resist the violent alcoholism of the martial wine.

Ning Chen drank the last altar and turned it aside and stood up.

Not far away, the woman waited quietly without rest.

"Sister-in-law, bother today."

Ning Chen stepped forward, respectfully, said, "It's not too early, I should go back."

"Don't your highness rest here?" The woman asked softly.

"No"

Ning Chen shook his head and said, "My current identity, staying here for too long, will only add unnecessary trouble to Brother Xuan Mo."

After speaking, Ning Chen once again saluted and said, "Farewell."

The woman did not stay any longer and watched the former leave.

After Ning Chen left, the woman walked to the door of the room, carefully lifted the man, and said, "This young man is good, but he is too tired to live."

Xuan Mo opened his eyes, seven points drunk, three points sober, "The disciple of Nine You King, it will not be too bad."

In the three imperial cities, Ning Chen marched forward, the night was cool, the cold wind blew, and the plain clothes hunted and flew.

At this moment, in the void, the black moon covered the eyes, and a cold cold light came through the sky, with no signs, killing ruthlessly.

"finally come."

Ning Chen stopped and looked at the cold light coming from the broken sky, his right hand was squeezed, and the magic sword appeared.

Killing millions, the world can't tolerate it, the world is the only one who knows the destiny of Wuhou!

A sword was retrograde, the cold light shattered, the plain clothes passed, and the eyes were full of sad and red ...