Assassin Farmer

Dawai Palace, the golden palace at noon, is quietly frightening, even quiet, and you can almost hear the subtle sound of the needle dropping.

A middle-aged man in a gorgeous dragon robe, sitting on the throne, looked directly at the entrance to the palace, but could not see the deep and unpredictable.

“Your Majesty, the foreign ministers of the palace have all retreated.” After a long time, a palace man rushed into the palace to report.

“Your Majesty, the palace gate has been sealed.” Another moment later, another palace man rushed in.

“Got it, go down.” The man above the throne, half silent, waved back to the palaceman.

“Great Emperor…”

“I said back off!” The man intensified his tone and asked the two palace men who knelt down to look at each other before turning back helplessly.

“If you're here, why don't you come in? Do you want me to greet you personally?” Looking directly at the entrance to the palace, the man's cold voice broke the silence of the Golden Palace.

“I didn't expect that after 24 years, you would still be so rude!” As the man's words fell, the entrance to the palace slowly entered a pair of middle-aged men and women dressed in beautiful and fresh clothes.

“It has been an honor to meet a small man who does not believe in your words and wishes to leave the palace.” The man above the throne is the great emperor of the Great Benefit Country. At this moment, in the face of His Highness, he can't help but say angrily to the couple who are walking in the palace of Great Benefit as if they were eating in their own backyard.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.” The man who entered the palace, holding the woman's hand, picked out his seat and pulled the woman down.

“Come on, what's going on this time?” Dahui seems not to want to have too much to do with him, and the words go straight to the subject.

“Nothing, just to see you and, under your rule Dawai, the people of Anju Entertainment, bowing down to the full prince...”

“Cut the crap!” Great Hui's voice interrupted the men's chatter. “The Emperor remembers that twenty-four years ago, Dawai and Bloodlust had reached an agreement, and Bloodlust could not send troops into Dawai. You, you broke the original agreement. ”

“Exactly.” The man answered in a refreshing manner, "Bloodbath did not send troops into the Great Benefit, and I did not breach my terms. ”

“Ten —— two —— blood —— riding ——!” Dahui chewed on his teeth and spit out four words word for word. The twelve blood rides of the bloody Underworld obeyed only the royal decree. Without the decree of the Bloody Lord, how could he dive into the great bounty and plan against evil?!

“I was just about to ask. The twelve blood rides ago suddenly lost their minds and went missing. I heard that Tae Wai found their trail. It's not, take them home while you wish them luck.” The man smiled slightly and looked up at the man who almost jumped above the lead. Explain in a seriousness that can no longer be taken seriously.

“You... you...” Dahui's anger made him vomit blood. Reaching out his finger to His Highness, a man who seemed to have a light cloud, did nothing and said, but showed that he was evil as a demon.

“What? Is my message wrong? The Twelve Blood Rides are not in Daewoo? Well, then, I don't know where you're going against the agreement between the two countries.” Men ignore the almost desperate and desperate man on the throne and speak freely.

“You…” Dahui finally suppressed his anger and retracted his trembling index finger. Soothe yourself in the bottom of your heart: after 30 years of knowing each other, he has never won the next vicious man in a formal battle, but he has a great counterweight...

“How's your raccoon prince? ”

True, it's like the most powerful instrument in history, stabbing each other straight in the heart.

“Li Wenshu--! ”

Tsk, what is evil dragon transit, that's it. Dahui Da Hui Li Wenxiu swept a sight like the Golden Palace that he did not see after the typhoon crossed, his mouth slightly widened, unexpectedly, twenty-four years gone, this is a hundred years of disgrace of the Royal Family of the Bloody Underworld, still burying the sores in his heart.

“Blood strength...” The woman who has been with the man, at this time, tears are all over his face, holding the angry man and gradually calming down, "Strong... don't think too much... didn't you say there are clues? ”

The man heard a slight tremor before restraining his strength. He looked up at Li Wenshu, who was watching the show as if they were both husband and wife. When his eyes recovered, he felt calm and comfortable.

“Glad we both entertained you.” Man, no, the bloody lord of the kingdom is strong, smiling slightly. No guilt whatsoever for the devastating destruction.

“Thank you.” Li Wenshu pulled back a round and was naturally comfortable in his heart.

“So, can we sit down and talk about coming to you today?” Blood sword eyebrows picked, a look not chosen by Li Wenshu.

“Okay.” Li Wenshu sighed helplessly. What can he do? Blood meditation is several times stronger than Daewe's. If not twenty-four years ago, under the auspices of the Legion, he was practicing, helping to take over the blood power of the bloodbathing lord, and recovering the wife who had fled furiously, it would have been possible to obtain the written consent of the bloodbath to refrain from conscripting any more troops into the great grace. This written promise was exchanged for his super-strong prince, who also successfully ascended to the throne the day after the death of the prince.

However, this promise lasted only twenty-four years, and the twelve bloody rides infiltrated the bounty, although accidentally repressed, became the spike in his mind. You know, the Twelve Blood Rides are a symbol of the Royal Iron Power of the Blood Underworld. There are no unfinished business everywhere. But nowadays, the twelve blood rides are buried in Dawei, and he guesses that the blood will definitely come.

I just didn't know that it would come so soon. On the day of his fiftieth full life, before he was ready to choose a strong assistant for himself, Blood Strength arrived. A book that asked him to withdraw all the people inside and outside the palace and request a secret meeting with him, Jane, heralded Blood Strength came to him to settle the matter of the 12-blood mount being suppressed by Dawai.

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“So it is true that the Bloody Lord and Mother came to the palace? But why did the King not receive him in the honor of the King, but in secret?” It's not like the king's style. After listening to Lin Shiyao's brief and extreme debriefing, Liang Xuanjing and Liang Enzhao looked at each other inexplicably.

“Father, the Great King and the Bloody Lord, is that old knowledge? ”

“It's not... old knowledge, either. But when the first emperor was resurrected, the covenant of non-reciprocity between the two countries was signed between the great emperor and the Lord of the Blood Underworld. At that time, Minister Wen Wu was speculating that the King and the Blood Lord should be friends. Later, however, there were no disputes between the two countries, but no business dealings, let alone friendly meetings between the leaders, took place. In addition to the Non-aggression Pact signed, the other aspects appear to be the same as the enemy. ”

“Son-in-law, thank you very much.” After Liang Xuanjing finished his speech, he stopped worrying about his contemplative son and patted Lin Shiyao on his shoulder. He said softly: “Go back to your room, Xueer has been thinking about you for a long time. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Lin Shiyao nodded and walked out of Jing Wang's largest deliberative study with no expression. Straight to the loads of the temporary rooms.

Lin Shiyao missed a passage about the scene of the blood-borne lord's raging destruction of the palace and the blood-borne mother's crying comfort.

With this in mind, Lin Shiyao wandered off to the room where the water was located. In his heart, he also made a dark decision. When the matter of the Holy Face of the eighth year was over, he withdrew from Emperor Du and returned to the town of Flowers with water and dragon phoenix.

accustomed to the quiet and peaceful days of flowering town, the emperor was chaotic but could not hide the tight and cold scene, giving him the urge to leave with his wife and children at the moment.

“We'll go home the day after tomorrow.” With his wife's warm body, Lin Shiyao sighed softly.

“Okay.” Su Shuiju agreed deeply. She misses home, too. Although there is no bustling city in Flowery Town, although their two-acre mansion is not as big as the royal palace, which is specially prepared for their couple, although life is not as convenient as the Emperor's, although this is also her home - her mother's house. But she just misses home.

With his hands gently shaking a small bed made by Rich Rhymes, he saw a pair of sleeping dragon and phoenix, and turned his head to the intimate husband who was buried in her neck and refused to leave. Su Shuiyu raised his eyebrows gently.

“Why are you laughing?” Though nestled in her neck, she could feel Lin Shizhou in no mood, mute.

“It's nothing." She laughed at him and couldn't say anything that she felt satisfied with in her life. It made her feel so ashamed.

“Really?” He didn't go through her with a smile. Simply her, as soon as she has any emotions, will undoubtedly show up on her little face. That's why he didn't want her to face life alone. Simple and simple floral towns are the best places for her to live.

Jing Wang Palace, Ying, even if she is an authentic lady? Who guarantees that the aunts and sisters of Jing Wang's house are the righteous and respectful lords?

They stayed only one night, and Liang Xuanjing's concubine room with a common girl disturbed the water in the name. Let alone say whether their actions are sincere or false. Just visiting the Dutch courtyard for a walk is enough. Not to mention those who have no heart.

“By the way, Zhou, on the 8th day of the first year, you went into the palace hallowed dress I have made, you try to fit.” Su Shuijuan turned around and brought the robe she had prepared as soon as she knew he was going to enter the palace. He took off his outer robe and tried it on.

“So soon?” Lin Shiyao smiled and picked up the gown she held in her hand. From the confirmation of the eight holy sides of the first eight sides, it was no more than ten days. In the meantime, she was on her way for four and a half days, and she made this gown. But he never underestimated his little wife. Especially when it comes to female reds, she has amazing talents and abilities.

“Since it's sacred, wear it carefully.” Su Shuiju pushed him gently with a smile. "Try it. If it doesn't fit, you can still change it.” If she hadn't repeatedly assured Yao that a gown was ready, her cheap mother-in-law would have sent Didu's largest dressing shop with high-end gowns of all materials for him to choose from.

“What you did, when didn't fit.” Lin Shiyao said, but he listened to her suggestion and tried on this gown just to reassure her. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)