Raiders of villains, I am always attacked by villains

Chapter 153 Desperate Goddess x Depressed King 14
Before Jun Liumo's body completely collapsed, Xuanyuan Zhan had already made the next move.

He was originally popular among the generals and soldiers, Jun Liumo was the only seedling of the royal blood, if he died, it would be a sure thing for Xuanyuan Zhan to rise to the throne with the military talisman.

Maybe he was hesitant before, but with Bai Wanwan as a variable, coupled with the system, Xuanyuan Zhan didn't care so much and wanted to strike first.

According to the Dragon Vein System, Jun Liumo's life has almost been exhausted, and now he is like a cripple waiting to die, so Xuanyuan Zhan killed him now... just to settle the dust sooner, right?
Of course, this was just Xuanyuan Zhan's naive idea in order to erase the name of that "rebellious minister and thief".

At the same time, she wanted to seek to usurp the throne and want to be aboveboard, Bai Wanwan could never figure out why a male lead could be so shameless.

On the day he quietly led his personal guards to the Tai Chi Hall, Bai Wanwan sat at the main entrance of the Tai Chi Hall and waited for him to come.

Jun Liumo was already in a coma, his face was pale and his lips were ashen, and it seemed that his time was numbered.

At first he refused to rest, and had to brace himself to talk to Bai Wanwan. After Bai Wanwan comforted her for a long time, the young emperor was willing to hold her hand and close his eyes.

Tucking his hands back into the quilt, and smoothing his frowning brows, Bai Wanwan opened the door with big strides and walked out.

Seeing Xuanyuan Zhan was not a surprise to her, she looked at the dark sky, this kind of gloomy day is really suitable for doing things.

Bai Wanwan raised her lips and sneered, "Why, can't wait?"

Xuanyuan Zhan said with a stern face and a righteous look: "Your Majesty's time is running out, I just follow the destiny."

Bai Wanwan covered her mouth and chuckled: "Time is running out? Who told you that time is running out? Is it God or your system?"

Her cold brows raised slightly, her immortal energy no longer restrained, and her aura that made one dare not look directly at her was even more murderous than Xuanyuan Zhan's.

"I said as long as he can live, he can live as long as he can."

Xuanyuan Zhan frowned: "Although I don't know who you are, everything you are doing now can only be in vain. Everything is arranged, this is his fate."

"Fate? His fate is up to me. What are you, you dare to talk to me like that?!"

Although weak and gentle, but, he is a god.No matter how down-and-out he is, it is not an existence comparable to Xuanyuan Zhan, who is opportunistic and relies on good luck.

Xuanyuan Zhan just watched Bai Wanwan's black eyes covered with water, and then returned to the original water blue in a moment.

Clear and cold, the eyes are clearly so clear, but now they seem to contain a handful of ice and snow, which makes people feel terrified when they look at them.

Xuanyuan Zhan's heart shook, but the system in his heart hastily opened his mouth to comfort him.

Jun Liumo's life is at the end of his life, and even if the gods come, they can't save him. As long as Xuanyuan Zhan exhausts the real dragon's energy, when the time comes, the dragon veins will protect his body, and no one can do anything about him.

"Little thing, don't just talk to your master. I can hear what you're talking about."

Bai Wanwan sneered: "Don't you want to be the real Dragon Emperor?"

The girl's voice gradually turned into an indistinct roar, and at that moment, the brilliance was as bright as day.

The silver-white flood dragon soared from the rain curtain and circled above the Tai Chi Hall, its tail circled around the eaves as if in a protective gesture.

The guards brought by Xuanyuan Zhan were already terrified, and Xuanyuan Zhan himself took two steps back in fright.

Dragon, why are there dragons in the world?

Maybe it wasn't there, but she turned into the only exception in the mountains and rivers in order to save him.

If she exhausted her practice and left her body-protecting dragon veins to guard this side of Tai Chi, then those pheasant systems that couldn't get on the table would be nothing.

But, by then, she will no longer exist.

Regarding this point, Bai Wanwan didn't hesitate at all. Even if the years were quiet, she couldn't... accompany him to the end.

The cinnabar between the brows of the idol enshrined in the nine-storied pagoda was so red that it almost looked like a burning flame, and the storm became more violent.

In the torrential rain, thunder and lightning, the white dragon with glaring eyes is entrenched in the sky above the Tai Chi Hall, every scale emits a white light, sacred and inviolable.

The restless and flicking tail can bring up large raindrops with each swing.

Young man, you can dream of your peace and security with peace of mind, and I will guard you.

It may take millions of years to build a virtual world, but it only takes one small mistake to shatter it.

The chaotic consciousness could no longer see anything clearly, Bai Wanwan seemed to return to the ruined temple at the beginning, in that room of ruined walls, looking at Jun Liumo through the moonlight.

She stood on the high platform, and he knelt at His Highness.

Inexplicably, Bai Wanwan couldn't restrain herself and took two steps forward. These two steps seemed to give Jun Liumo great courage.

The boy stepped forward quickly and hugged her.

It was also like when she and Jun Liumo were sitting on the top of the nine-storied pagoda cuddling and watching the begonia flowers fly away, the girl got up to catch the rain outside the eaves, and the picture was frozen into eternity in his pen.

Jun Liumo slept very restlessly, and the complicated and unclear blurred pictures sank in the sea of ​​consciousness little by little. He heard the jackdaws crying in the sky, but the woman jumped down from the top of the tower with a bright smile...

Those who can't be grasped and those who can't be kept will eventually return to peace.

When Jun Liumo woke up, the sky suddenly broke, and Xuanyuan Zhan and Su Feige had been detained by the dark guards who rushed over.Sitting in front of the couch, he pressed the center of his brows with a headache, as if he had forgotten some important memory but couldn't remember it anyway. This feeling of emptiness made him very uneasy.

I heard from the little eunuch that he was seriously ill before, and he also asked based on the vague memory in his mind if he had ever seen such a woman?However, that person seems to be living in his imagination, and has never left any memory or trace in the world.

After a few days of feeding, his complexion has improved, and his body is even better than before.After dealing with the government affairs, Jun Liumo subconsciously followed the path to the Nine-Storied Pagoda. He didn't quite remember when it was built or why it was built, but in his heart, this place was inexplicably familiar.

Going up the steps, the sky began to drizzle again, and when he climbed to the top of the tower, he pushed open the door, and the room smelled cold.

It was obviously empty, but it was so lingering that it made him feel at peace.

The empty platform on the high platform seemed to have enshrined some gods. Jun Liumo approached, but found a curled horn behind the high platform.

Pull the corners of the folds away, and in an instant, the original pure white walls are all covered by mottled paintings.

The person on the painted wall is either smiling or angry, and there is a sense of agility in his eyebrows and eyes. The whole room is full of silhouettes of that person, like an ukiyo-e that worships the gods, but it is a little less distant. It's cold, but it's as gentle as writing a painting for a sweetheart.

If you like anything, I will give it.

The gloomy and decisive emperor also painted the face of his sweetheart on the nine-storied pagoda without sleep all night, enshrining the god in his heart forever.

The painting on the wall will fade like the painting in the study, but the emotion will not.

In the third year of the Moli calendar, everyone saw a dragon roaring and circling in the Taiji Hall, and after a long time, it disappeared.

In the same year, someone also found a dilapidated statue of a deity in an abandoned temple near Qingshan.

The statue looks at the imperial city from a distance, and there have been legends since then that the current emperor is blessed by the dragon, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, towns and rivers in all directions, and Tai Chi from all over the world.

Prosperity lasts forever.

　I suddenly found that I haven't whispered bb in "Author's Words" for a long time... Recently, my inspiration has been exhausted. If you have any cp that you like to watch, you can leave it in the comment area. I will write if I am interested.

　　
　
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