Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

As he said that, Qin Ting's supreme leader raised his eyes to glance at Yan Ce intentionally or unintentionally, and then turned his attention to the map of Kyushu unfolded on the case table.

"Hehe." Yan Ce laughed dryly.

Not caring about the young man's guilty conscience, Wang's fingertips fell on the capital of Wei State.

"The food and grass are ready, the soldiers and horses are ready, and the generals have arrived. The next step is to continue to ignite the flames of war and burn this troubled world. It's a pity that General Wang Jian can't lead the army this time." She said lightly.

Yan Ce walked up to her, thinking, "To destroy Wei, the commander will still be... the Wang family."

"That's right, the commander appointed by the widow is Wang Jian's son, Wang Ben."

She stared at the young man in front of her, her pupils that perfectly interpreted majesty narrowed slightly.

"The widow has never told you about this, and the candidate has just been decided. Sure enough, what can you predict, similar to the prophecy of the Yin Yang family?"

"Eh..." Yan Ce admitted Wang's conjecture, "It's not wrong to say so, but this kind of thing is credible, but you can't believe it all."

"But...the widow trusts you."

Hearing this, Yan Ce was slightly taken aback, and stopped moving forward.

She said: "The widow said that one day, you can write the future without anyone's protection."

"The widow said, one day, you will help me protect the land under my feet."

Ying Zheng said seriously, trust that cannot be questioned is like a burning flame.

The pair of sharp pupils in the young man's field of vision seemed to be shining with an almost surging radiance. He was determined to win the great cause of the unification of Kyushu, and no one was allowed to stand in front of her.

Now that the result has been decided, and the established future is known, the slender palm opens and rests on the map of Kyushu.

The other hand caressed the boy's cheek.

"You said, is this the future you know?"

She rolled her arms and smiled slightly.

Chapter 120 Eight Please Give Me A Second

It was midnight.

Everything was silent, and the afterglow of the stars and the bright moon was covered by dense clouds.

The dripping sound of the copper leak echoed in the empty royal court.

The mind is in a mess.

Yan Ce was inadvertently teased, and his whole body was dizzy, and he didn't wake up until the moment he was kicked out.

"... No, that woman is damn sweet."

He stood by the railing and looked to the far east, where there was a wider world.

When he was caressed by that woman on the cheek, he really wanted to hug that woman, but this desire was killed by him at the moment of germination, let alone hug, touch, and roll on the bed. My daily activities are very normal, and it is normal to create a crystallization after the daily activities.

When the person he is looking for is too far away, the difficulty of this normal operation will increase exponentially. If there is no reasonable argument, he will have to consider how to leave a relatively complete body in the eyes of a professional forensic doctor in the 21st century. fiance.

Modern memory is becoming more and more blurred. Comparing the past with the present, there is always a sense of grotesque confusion. The yellowed memories have faded now, and the black and white silhouettes have faded away. It is the most basic wish of a young man to survive. A branch called longing slowly spread out. In the final analysis, it is still the cause of desire, further pursuit of satisfaction, in order to live better.

For a student, Huangtu Baye does not seem to be very attractive, it is not as good as Xinfan and Sanxian Stuffed Dumplings, because there is no real sense, even if he will be the regent, and he will act as the emperor in the name of a courtier, Kyushu. Listening to his orders and changing dumplings with different meat fillings every day, he didn't feel how happy he would be, because people are different.

"A future where everyone is happy...does it exist?"

After a long time.

What greeted my eyes was Xianyang under the vast sky, and the dots of candlelight illuminated the hazy distance like fireflies. Yan Ce overlooked the ancient and beautiful city, her, the land they loved silently.

This is their whole world.

The sound of distant footsteps flowed to the boy's ears, accompanied by a vague and soft singing, like a lullaby murmured by his family.

It's like leaving people and returning to their hometown.

Great view.

The rustling horseshoes passed through Xianyang City, and then appeared at the extreme of the field of vision, one after another, chilling figures, densely packed, the black soap flag fluttering in the night with the long wind passing by.

One hundred thousand flags will return to Xianyang.

The floating clouds gradually drifted away, and the stars in the sky shimmered and became more and more clear.

The soldiers who went out went home with military achievements.

He was not ecstatic over the victory, nor despaired over the death of his comrades-in-arms. He smiled faintly, slowed down and said "go home".

Strictly speaking, he is not from the state of Qin, let alone from the state of Yan. He has no qualifications to judge anything, just like... like an outsider who has nothing to do with them, but what kind of feeling is in his heart, whether it is recognition or respect? Or both?

As he was thinking wildly, his eyes showed a bit of confusion.

Forget it, as the saying goes, cranky people will shut down the basement and gag sooner or later.

So, let's say a word as a non-Qin person.

"Welcome home."

In the ear, a cold and proud female voice with a hint of a smile sounded.

In the next moment, a hand was placed on the top of Yan Ce's head and rubbed it. Relying on the advantage of being one or two centimeters taller than the boy, women like to watch the boy feel at a loss, like a frightened little animal.