MTL - The Villain’s White Lotus Halo-Chapter 86 【】

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Yin Yi is more subconscious to avoid Luo Mingchuan's gaze, whispering, "Let's go back to the world."

Luo Mingchuan smiled and said, 'Good,' and said that he glanced at the hole.

Yin Yin saw that the formation of the hole immediately met, but the escaping of the escaping of the topic had once again surged.

When I am finished, my brother will not think that I am getting this line of law, just to trap him here, what about him? Do you want to try to explain?

Yin Yi, while pulling the flag, spit on himself, hehe! Too dirty! Brothers will not think so!

Besides, I slept all the time, now I have to say what is the use of qaq.

Luo Mingchuan naturally does not know what his simple younger brother is thinking, just can't help but ask, "How is the body?"

Yin Yue slowly swallowed the last flag and heard the hand shake. "It's very good, no, better than before, I went up and repaired..."

The mouth of the hole blew, and the invisible air-conditioner was released.

Luo Mingchuan went forward,

"That's good. Yesterday we double repaired, I am still afraid of some omissions, which will hurt you."

Yin Yi finally knows where the real yuan in his meridian is coming. He practiced the cold water sword for many years, dyed a cold chill into the bones, and the real yuan was running in the body, and all of them could be chilled.

But after waking up this time, there was a faint real element in the meridians, like the warm current of the sputum, which was slightly different from the internal circulation, and it was a self-contained path.

This feeling is wonderful and warm, just like the temperature of each close to the brother.

"Teacher, you should know the real yuan running in the sky, but this is a bit embarrassing, I still don't want you to practice. Later... just let it go."

Yin Yue feels that the words of concern to the brothers seem to contain smiles.

It’s not a matter of cranky thinking, it’s natural, it’s not the same as cultivating this method of practice.

Inexplicable shame shrouded him.

Until he was pulled out of the cave by Luo Mingchuan, he saw the sky and was still immersed in his own brain.

Although he forced him to do the first (great fog), but with his love words, he expressed his confession (small fog), moved his brother, successfully avoided all kinds of bitterness, and finally went to the road of He! (Middle fog)

Yin Yin is almost crying for himself.

He felt the warmth of his palms and raised his eyes to see the person in front of him pulling his hand and walking in the thin morning mist.

The robes with wide sleeves and narrow waists at the end of the world will outline the tall figure. The ink is light and brightly plated by the sun.

The Yin Yin who is watching is more satisfied, and feels that the soil and leaves under the feet are all soft and not like words. Every step must be stuck.

I even thought that my brother is so beautiful. If you can’t sleep in this life, life is really meaningless.

At this time, Luo Mingchuan turned back and raised his eyebrows slightly, smiling lightly.

"looks good?"

Yin Yin didn't even think about it, "Good-looking."

You look so good, I just want to sleep with you.

Help, almost the last sentence also said qaq

Full of sorrows, rushing toward the road of the yellow storm, never to return.

The brother knows that the cliff will abandon me qaq

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The 'Emperor' is a city that stands at the very center of the Northland and has no extra names.

The towering walls, a total of eight huge gates, can accommodate four carriages along the road. The weekdays are the crowds of people who leave the city and enter the city.

Everyone who comes to the city to look up will feel weak and weak. After entering the city, there was no such thing as a sea of ​​people in the sea.

The city is too big, and few people can find a sense of existence. The students come here to study for fame, and the businessmen come here to open the door to do business. Big ambitions and ambitions can be accommodated here.

There are also a lot of powers. In the south of the city, there are five people falling down on the street pots, and all four are princes with a land. Only the girl of Hualiu Lane can recognize the Huayi carriages of all ethnic groups.

In the dark, the forces of the various parties are holding the balance, and no one can cover the sky of the emperor.

On the bright side, the imperial palace is there. The man on the throne is the great man who really turned his hand to the cloud and covered his hand with the rain.

The winter in Hokuriku has been very early, and the first snow has fallen in the Imperial City. The early snow in previous years was unstoppable, but the snow sprinkled for four days and four nights.

In the daytime, I spent a few hours in the middle of the night. Covering the golden glazed tile of the palace, the gold lanterns on the high buildings in the south, the bowls for begging for the rice under the overpass, and the smelly ditch in the north of the city, it is really clean.

This is the eve of the Prince's ascent, and the heavy snow is still down.

The family closed the door, the school lectured, and the city closed. Even Hualiu Lane, where the people of the past have been drinking and drinking, have been silent.

The sakura of the nineteenth and sixteenth lanes opened, and the coldness was inseparable.

The vast emperor, the snow is silent, and the silence is like a tomb.

The people of the capital have been at the center of the power struggle for many years, and even the women who sell vegetables are also very stunned.

How did the guards of the eight gates change shifts in advance, and how did the people on the arrowhead of the city have people? There are even people who have been guarding the camp in the west of the city and have seen three thousand emperor bans.

Just like the darkness of the river, the spider silk in the corner, more invisible, does not mean that it does not exist.

The wind is strong and the grass is all soldiers.

In the dark, many eyes looked at the palace.

Tonight's Taihe Temple, the abnormal cold, no palace people sweeping snow, and there is no close light. There is only one general in the body, holding the sword in front of the ranks.

In the door of the temple, the tall copper crane lampstand, the algae relief on the Zhu Hongliang column, and the glazed bricks of the light can be silenced silently.

The candle is beautiful, falling in the eyebrows of Duan Chongxuan. There are still six hours, he will be enthroned and become a real emperor. But in the eyes of him, he also vaguely took the smile of the past.

He stayed in front of his bed and didn't seem to care what would happen tonight.

Duan Shengan is also laughing, both father and son are very happy.

The emperor on the sick bed recalled this life, the young boy lost his mother, and his middle-aged wife lost his wife. The only thing to be thankful for is that there is no old child.

His ancestors fought for many years, unifying the Northland, doing what they wanted to do in the world, and he made the people rich and doing what he wanted to do.

Keeping business is harder than starting a business. It’s really hard to live in this life.

Which emperor is not difficult? Even if you are a stunned man in the harem of three thousand, there is a difficulty in recruiting a bed every day.

Then he asked, "I killed your mother, for so many years, you still blame me?"

Duan Chongxuan did not answer this question directly, silent for a moment, said,

"In my heart, I have always been a hero."

Duan Shengan exclaimed, "You are right."

He thought that the king could die on the sickbed, but the hero could not.

The hero should die on the battlefield.

He held the bed and began to work up and get cold sweat on his forehead. Duan Chongxuan was going to help, and he was shaken by his head.

The old emperor himself stood up, and every wrinkle and gully carved on the face like a sword stretched out. He walked outside the bedroom with his boots and his footsteps echoed in the empty palace.

Duan Chongxuan followed behind him, and he was mistaken, as if his father could live another five hundred years.

They walked out of the hall, the wind blew and the snow flew. A winged blue-winged owl, pulling the imperial concubine and breaking the snow, leaned to the ground.

Finally came to the highest terrace in the palace, the highest building in the emperor. Wind and snow in the night, the mountains and rivers.

Looking to the north, the sky is faintly showing fire. You can even faintly hear the sound of killing, and the swords and the screams shout.

Then, south of the east and west, it also started to shine.

The torches in the night are connected to the flaming river and come to the emperor.

"For these people, tonight is the last chance. For us, tonight is the last battle. They have no choice, we have not."

The old emperor said.

No one knows that the North Emperor, who can live for a few months, and the strength of the heyday, the most foolproof way is to consume him. As for the Prince, at first, no one cares more. When it comes to the realm of cultivation and means, it is not in the eyes of the contenders of the throne.

They made waves in the hall, inciting the hearts of the people in the city, and crossing the mountains in silence, changing the flag. Even if it is suppressed, it will not be able to seriously damage the foundation.

However, the prince of the Zen prince was prepared, and the world was told. Someone even reported that Duan Chongxuan would abolish the king on the day of the throne.

Under the circumstances, you can't wait any longer.

The situation seems to be that Duan Sheng’s mastery is his choice. In fact, only he knows that this is a matter of no choice. He is old, not as good as before. I don’t know how many people have this disagreement in this world.

The temperament of the sage king, he understands, desperate, will definitely go to Beijing tonight. But who else? Who else can help him, or want to share a piece?

No matter how many people, such a big event must go all out, then all the cards will be shown.

He wants to clear all possible obstacles before Duan Chongxuan ascended the throne.

The flaming river came very quickly, and the heavy snow could not be stopped. On the carriages of the various groups, there were the surnames of the ancestral ancestors and the brothers of Duan Sheng.

Most of them are determined to look strong, and they seem to be ready to fight for the best ending, and they are ready to go back.

In the guard camp, someone pulled a knife and slashed at his companion. The blood on the arrowhead of the city headed into a river. Even the guards guarded by the palace, there were rebels, and they planned a row of assassinations. The flames spewed out by the blue wings burned to death. The silent emperor was drowned by the killing.

The earth trembled and the earth and stone smoked. Ordinary people hide in the cellar, mothers hold young children, and dare not make a sound.

The intensity of the siege was getting bigger and bigger, and even 12 guns were pushed. The city defenders asked for three times. Duan Shengan made a gesture on the terrace and the resistance was abandoned. The huge eight-party gate opens, just like welcoming guests from all directions.

When the most pioneering team had attacked the Tianxuan Gate of the Imperial Palace, all the rebels finally entered the city.

The heavy gates closed again.

The city is like a human purgatory.

The torch, the arrow of the fire, the roaring artillery, and the blue-winged scorpion burned the light of the sky. There was fire everywhere, the snow was illuminated, and the blood was sprinkled up, raising the white mist of transpiration.

The defense line of the imperial palace, which was the strongest and began to concentrate on attack, was struggling with the Guards. The private army in the south of the city has also come out, and their positions are different.

The sage king drove alone to the palace wall. In addition to being a prince, he was also a great practitioner of the Mahayana, the closest to the existence of Yasheng.

The carriage broke a big hole directly on the palace wall. Hundreds of rebels poured into the palace.

Duan Shengan frowned, then he took out the dagger and cut the palm of his hand. The blood dripped down the platform and infiltrated into the snow.

For a time, Duan Chongxuan could only hear the sound of blood.

Numerous palaces and palaces are lit up in succession, and the golden light shines straight into the sky. From the glazed tiles, from the white jade steps, from the garden corridors, from the partial palace to the dry wells, through each palace gate, and finally gathered in the main hall, these lights are connected into one, the whole palace is bright!

Duan Chongxuan knows that the throne of the main hall is the pivot, and that is where the blood really falls.

He shouted ‘爹’.

Duan Sheng’an’s face was a little white, and the old voice trembled in the snow.

"The road to the throne is a road full of blood. The blood of the enemy, the blood of their loved ones, their own blood."