Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Emperor Jing, bookstore.

Kong Nanfei looked at the back of Zhao Kuo, the prime minister, and returned to the bookcase.

Confucius in a thick robe, sitting on a rocking chair, gently swaying, the sun shining on the Confucius's face, seemed a little comfortable.

Kong Nanfei could not understand Confucius.

In fact, Emperor Jing’s confusion started when the Confucius couldn’t close the door. If the Confucius was still active in the Chaotang and overwhelming the group of officials, this so-called blood-washing storm could not appear at all.

What is the Master planning to do?

"Zhao Kuo left?"

The Master asked.

Kong Nanfei nodded his head, he did not question his doubts.

"It's good to leave. This person has the ambition of a wolf. He knew it when the first emperor was in power. Now, he can't hide his mind."

"Lu Ping'an sent Beiluo Tieqi to blood wash the Emperor Jing's family, and Zhao Kuo also took advantage of this opportunity to stand in front of the stage completely, He Shou...but his chess piece."

"Zhao Kuo used Beiluo Tieqi as a knife, but he forgot that he didn't have enough strength, but he might not be able to hold the knife. When the time comes, he will hurt himself."

The Master said slowly.

"He wanted to borrow Dongfeng, but he forgot who was blowing Dongfeng."

After talking, the Master closed his eyes, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Kong Nanfei pondered for a long time, and felt more and more that he could not see the Master.

...

The wheels of the horse and horse turned, smashing the dust.

Luo Cheng mentioned He Shou. At this moment, the minister He Shou had already looked pale as snow.

He saw the destruction of one family after another, and the blood of one minister after another.

This group of people is the executioner, the unreasonable executioner.

He Shou's pride was torn apart in the face of death.

He used to write siblings with the moonlight, and he was full of spirit.

However, in retrospect, what a ridiculous thing it is, a plain letter that brought... the capital of the emperor.

He Shou thought of the prime minister who asked him to write the verse.

His eyes fluctuated slightly, and then he grinned sternly.

This time, the Beiluo Five Hundred Iron Rides killed many families, but they did not touch the prime minister's office alone.

Because from the beginning to the end, the prime minister was in a state of semi-recession, and had never played a chapter or rumors.

And rumors, writing literary essays, cutting the country, etc...

The prime minister guided them to do these things.

Why?!

He Shou flashed resentment in his eyes.

When the last family came to an end, Nie Changqing, who was sitting on the carriage, stretched out, and his eyes fell on He Shou.

"And... there is also Zhao Kuo, Prime Minister of the Great Zhou! He is the envoy behind the scenes, he wrote me the letter, and the rumors he let me spread! You also killed him, killed him!"

He Shou said crazy.

He didn't know where he had courage.

"Without us, they came by themselves."

Nie Changqing said lightly.

But I saw that at the end of the long street, there was a black pressure on the army, accompanied by a sonorous sound, the air of killing permeated.

...

On Beiluo Lake, a lonely boat wanders.

Mo Liuqi leaned on the bow, staring at his reflection in the lake.

The Mojia government city was destroyed.

The person he had always cared about became the past.

From now on, no one will issue tasks to him, and he will no longer be an assassin.

In the heavy rain, he madly challenged the overlord.

However, he was like an ant in the hands of the overlord, and the overlord's strength made him unable to resist.

He has never been so eager for strength.

The undulating lake reflected a numb face, no smile, no emotion, just like... a paralyzed face.

After all, he returned to Beiluo City and Huxin Island.

He knew that he wanted to have the strength to surpass the king, follow Lu Fan, and join Bai Yujing as his only hope.

suddenly.

The lake was rippled.

Mo Liuqi's eyes condensed, and a breath of terror came from behind.

When he looked back, the calm Beiluo Lake was filled with shocking waves, as if forcibly disturbed.

The bird crow was frightened, and the sound of flapping wings lingered everywhere.

Lonely boat began to tumbling up and down.

Mo Liuqi stood up from the lone boat, staring at the hazy mist behind him.

A gust of wind blew, and the fog was blown away, and a burly figure came on the white waves.

"It's him!"

Mo Liuqi clenched his fists.

Shortness of breath.

West County Overlord... Xiang Shaoyun!

Lake Island.

The breeze slowly.

Jing Yue, who was carrying the yellow pear wood sword box, felt inexplicably thrilled. He looked into the lake, and there was a faint roar resounding.

"A strong breath..."

Jing Yue dignified, his toes shook, his body had a tendency to retreat, but he resisted.

This is Huxin Island, where Master Lu Shao sits.

He doesn't have to escape.

Lu Mu naturally sensed this breath to Bai Xu Piao Piao.

He held the turtle shell with his fingers rubbing gently on it.

The girl carrying the pipa hurriedly gathered behind Lu Mu's face, and filled the island, frightened by the faint crow's breath, which made her afraid.

His Excellency Baiyu Jinglou.

Lu Dongxuan opened his eyes. His eyes were deep, and he took a long breath.

The aura of heaven and earth lingering between the islands actually gathered into Lu Dongxuan's body in a vortex.

Lv Dongxuan, one thought piercing Qi Dan.

Obviously, he realized something on the plaque.

"Now that you have a feeling, you are eligible to go to Bai Yujing's pavilion.

Lu Fan's faint voice lingered in Lu Dongxuan's ear.

Lu Dongxuan got up, sorted his clothes, and went to the pavilion.

Came to the second floor, but in front of the jade built terrace, Lu Fan leaned against the fence to listen to the wind, a white dress fluttered in the wind, chic and freehand.

"Master Lu."

Lu Dongxuan grinned, showing his mouth full of yellow teeth.

"Since I joined Bai Yujing, I usually call my son like them."

Lu Fan held a black spot and landed on the chessboard.

In the other hand, pinch the bronze wine glass and drink a sip.

"sit."

Lu Dongxuan came to the chessboard and sat cross-legged.

"Observing the syntactic sentence, can you understand?"

Lu Fan asked.

"Understood, realized... The son-in-law pairing is really no one before, no one in the future, heaven and earth, only the son-in-law!"

Ni Yu, who was cooking wine, listened to this exaggerated tout, but couldn't hold back, and laughed loudly.

This old man...really the sons of the celestial masters among the hundreds of children?

This is so unabashed?

My son does not eat flattery!

However, in the wheelchair, Lu Fan smiled and gave a glance at Ni Yu who laughed, Ni Yu laughed suddenly...

Suddenly stopped.

...

On Beiluo Lake.

The sound of laughter rolled like thunder.

"Xiangjun Xiang Shaoyun, passing Beiluo, come to visit!"

"……visit!"

"……visit!"

The echo lingered, gradually dispersing the whole Beiluohu heart island.

Lu Changkong took a wooden boat, dozens of wooden boats, carrying thousands of elite soldiers, followed far behind the overlord, if something went wrong, he could immediately send troops to help Lu Fan.

Xiang Shaoyun stepped on the waves, suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He broke through the thick fog and saw the lake heart island that amazed him with his aura.

But on the shore of Lake Heart Island, there was a girl with a ball tied to her head, with a black pot on her back, a bitter face, and was facing him.

Xiang Shaoyun was slightly startled.

"Lao Nie and Sister Ning are not here, so the son asked me to greet you."

Ni Yu said to the overlord walking on the waves.

On the island.

Jing Yue stroked his forehead with one hand, and his face was dumbfounded.

Let Ni Yu block the king...

Is he serious?

Where did Ni Yu offend her son?

ashore.

Ni Yu took off the black pot on her back. She carried the pot with both hands and pointed to the king.

"The son said you were too arrogant and wanted to go to the island..."

"Carry me three pots."

Ni Yu was a little nervous, and the small face of Dudu fluttered slightly, said.

When the young man taught her domineering words, she said nothing.

On the lake.

After Xiang Shaoyun was stunned, he couldn't help laughing. After laughing, his eyes suddenly sharpened.

"It is said that Master Luoluo has a bad temper, and when I saw it today, it really deserved a reputation..."

He looked up and looked at the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion and the terrace. The teenager in Bai Yisheng Xue leaned on the fence to listen to the wind.

He didn't underestimate the little maidservant of the pot

In Xiang Shaoyun's view, Lu Fan used the hand of a maidservant to test him.

Pavilion on the second floor terrace.

Lu Fanduan was in a wheelchair, holding his chin in one hand and holding his hand in the other. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised. There was a sudden pressure on his body, making the air thick.

Opposite the chessboard, Lu Dongxuan, who played against Lu Fan, dripped sweat from his forehead.

Upstairs, Lu Fan fell.

On the shore, the maidservant dumped a pot.

Youyou black pot, thrown towards the king.

The overlord walking on the waves suddenly narrowed his eyes!