The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Patriarch of the Mo family, please stay safe.

A very plain sentence, if you taste it carefully, you will find that there is some irony in it.

The corners of Xuanyuan Shangchen's lips were raised slightly, his facial features were still hidden under the shadow of the brim of his hat, so he couldn't see his real face clearly.

The whole body is covered with a layer of snow light, which makes people shudder.

The black manjusawa was full of the smell of blood.

It is killing, but also redemption.

Mo Zhixuan was still standing there coldly, he was not angry when he heard this, his expression was as usual, he was clearly wearing a white shirt, but unexpectedly blended into the night.

Like Shura walking in the world.

He raised his sword eyebrows lightly, lowered his eyes and turned the ring on his index finger, the ferocious beast pattern shone coldly under the moonlight.

The thin lips evoked a mocking arc, slightly cool.

It was a random action, but it shocked Ling Que. Everyone in the three realms knew that the ring on the index finger of the Patriarch of the Mo family was not a common thing, and it could change any weapon.

More of a walking arsenal than a ring.

Rumor has it that the Patriarch of the Mo family is moody, disregarding right from wrong, a young man massacring cities like a devil, hearing his name can stop children from crying.

It can be said that whether in the other three realms or in the secular world, the Patriarch of the Mo family is a terrifying existence.

Previously, she had always looked at him from a distance, and hadn't seen his true appearance clearly. When she saw him today, the Patriarch of the Mo family was very different from the rumors.

Not only was he born with a beautiful crown like jade, but he also exuded a powerful aura around him.

It is different from Xuanyuan Shangchen's aura that is both positive and evil.

He gives people a very detached feeling, perhaps, such a person is born to be a tyrant.

Mo Zhixuan slightly opened his thin lips, his expression was slightly cold, and his tone was low, "I'll give you three days to leave the capital."

The air was very still.

Occasionally, there are two rustling sounds of leaves.

Xuanyuan Shangchen slightly curled his lips, "Let me go? Who do you think you are?" He has never been afraid of anyone in his life.

He has always been the one who gives orders to others, and no one has ever dared to speak to himself in such a tone.

He was also the master of the sky.

Mo Zhixuan raised his eyes slightly, and a deep chill emerged from the bottom of his dark eyes, as if the chill had turned into substance, it was nailed straight to Yi Xuanyuan Shangchen's body.

"Don't go? Don't you want to kill her a second time?" The cold words, every word, shocked people's hearts.

For a moment, the man under the night looked like an emperor looking down on the world, standing there condescendingly, looking down at everything in the world, making people afraid to look directly at it.

The so-called ninety-five supreme is probably like this.

Kill her a second time?

Hearing this, Ling Que looked up at Xuanyuan Shangchen worriedly, her beautiful eyes were misty.

No one knows better than her what happened back then.

She never felt that it was Xuanyuan Shangchen's fault, and everything was just Junhuang's fate.

As an empress, she has her own responsibilities and missions.

Wanmin's safety is her responsibility.

It is her mission to make the world order.

Since ancient times, the success of the king and the defeat of the bandits can only be blamed on Junhuang's bad luck.

In the struggle between two tigers, there must be an injury.

Xuanyuan Shangchen has paid enough for her, even if Xuanyuan Shangchen really owed her something, he would have paid it off long ago.

There is something chill in the air.

Just like the aura on Mo Zhixuan's body, he couldn't feel the heat of summer.

A layer of frost gradually appeared on the already scorching plants.

For a long while, Xuanyuan Shangchen didn't speak, and the scenes of that year appeared in front of his eyes.

The red-clothed figure galloping on the battlefield in bright clothes and angry horse seemed to come back to life.

within reach.

However, before he stretched out his hand, the picture was shattered.

In the blink of an eye, the scene changed to a scene of a figure in red jumping down from the tower.

In the past, the empress 1, who was aloof and never lost her mouth, turned into a pile of dead bones.

All peoples mourn.

Bring filial piety to the whole country.

Mo Zhixuan glanced at Xuanyuan Shangchen, and continued.

"If you don't want to repeat the same mistakes, please leave the capital immediately and don't bother her again."

Xuanyuan Shangchen still didn't speak, although he couldn't see the expression in his eyes, but the slightly trembling fingertips had already betrayed his emotions.

After all, he owed Junhuang.

If he could have been sober at that time and not regarded royal power as important, that incident would not have happened.

He can resurrect her life after life, but he can't turn back the time.

There are so many panaceas in the world, but only the medicine of regret is missing.

Over the years, he has been living with deep guilt.

Sleep with him alone.

This is already the biggest punishment for him.

Ling Que noticed Xuanyuan Shangchen's changes.

"Patriarch Mo, let me say something, this is a matter between Xuanyuan and Junhuang." Ling Que suddenly raised his eyes to look at Mo Zhixuan, with a cool tone, "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, does it?"

This is Jun Huang's last life.

Ninety-nine is one.

As long as this life is over, Xuanyuan Shangchen will be able to let go of the shackles in his heart and accept new people and things again.

She must not give up all her previous efforts at this time, she has been waiting for so many years, since Junhuang does not cherish Xuanyuan Shangchen, then she will protect him.

Mo Zhixuan squinted at Ling Que, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "What are you?"

At the same time, an overwhelming coercion crushed Ling Que.

It made people unable to breathe, and the flesh and blood seemed to be cut and reorganized, and the pain was unbearable.

Layers of fine sweat broke out on Ling Que's forehead, but he couldn't speak a single word.

This feeling is really terrifying.

The little fairies are really sorry, Deyin really couldn't hold on tonight, his nose was piled up, his body was cold, and his whole body was weak. Posting this chapter is already the limit of Deyin.

After hanging the water tomorrow, there will be four more.

Hope to understand, thank you little fairies for your support.

Good night everyone, okay?

Tomorrow four more appointments, before 10:30 p.m., see you all.