Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"It's not bad to reconcile temporarily."

"No!"

She paused.

"It's a threat."

After the lingering sound fell, Ying Zheng raised his pink neck, drank the clear wine in one gulp, and smashed the wine bottle heavily on the stone table, his golden pupils showed a cold murderous intent.

"It has been stated in the letter of credence that the widow will temporarily withdraw half of the troops in the northern border and Handan counties. Now is the weak period of defense. If these prairie wolves have the courage to attack, come, and wait for the Huns during this period. If anyone dares to step half a step into the northern border, I, the people of Qin, will do whatever it takes—"

"Thousands of troops smashed through the wolf Juxu!"

Chapter 150

The conversation between the old man and Ying Zheng, as one of the small episodes, did not affect the young man three thousand miles away, who gave up his last innocence in the royal court and confronted a country alone.

In the boundless sky, the world seems to freeze for a moment.

It was so quiet that even the sound of breathing began to stagnate. More than a dozen generals held their voices, opened their mouths slightly, and throbbed their throats twice but couldn't make the slightest note. The pupils clearly reflected the doomed atmosphere. diffuse among the crowd.

A gust of summer wind blows, dust sweeps across Jicheng, faint banners flutter, as if to cut through the sky of Yandi, everything is silent, just like the most exciting scene in the picture scroll.

In the territory of Yan, there was smoke, and hundreds of thousands of flags and flags came on horseback.

Iron horses, battle clothes, military spirits, heroic bones...

It is the unparalleled army that crosses the world.

Draw your sword! ! !

The backbone of Qin is here, who dares to fight!

In the royal court, boots stepped on the stone slabs, and the footsteps sounded like evening bells.

Some people chanted their names softly in the bell, and each sound was repeated. The sonata from the underworld centered on the young man and spread concentric ripples to the entire palace.

Yan Xuan looked at the scene in front of him coldly, remained silent for a while, and said, "Is this her answer?"

Inside and outside the hall, in and out of the city, countless eyes gathered in the same direction and the same position, focusing on this young man who was smiling faintly.

This time it is the protagonist of royal court diplomacy.

Domineering, or domineering?

Looking up, staring, hating... Countless complex eyes with unclear meanings condensed into a word that can express thousands of meanings - "Damn!!!"

The only difference is that the martyrs outside the palace, the countless people, and the young girl Yu who was sitting at the main entrance of the palace made two voices, a rising exclamation tone.

That was his assassination.

Cold light flashed.

The sword is sheathed.

One person goes to the hall, and one army goes with him.The silent people began to rethink the definition of the word royal family, probably because they lost their thinking about human nature. Unexpectedly, Ying Zheng decided to declare the mighty power of Kyushu to the world.

"If you dare to stretch out your claws, you will chop it off!"

"I want to see who dares to come!!"

"Thousands of troops smashed through the wolf Juxu!!!"

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The cries and perseverance of the assassins worthy of the name of national martyrdom; Yu could not change the world and acted like an ostrich and chose to escape the truth, and finally chose to place hope; the orphans waiting to die close to each other by the city wall opened their mouths silently. sobbing response...

This rebellion—

When crushing it with upright domineering...

The silent blood began to flow, surging like spring snow, and the temperature of the blood was like burning, burning away the bad past that Shao Yunling branded in his soul.

Faintly remnant autumn maple leaves beside Yishui, wailing and mourning faintly among the blood.

There is a vague and chaotic world.

Together with the mourning puppet figure, it burned in the raging fire, burning more and more, and burning more and more...

Burned to ashes, the puppets controlled by people could initiate resistance, and Shaoyun Ling's assassination was successful.

"Perfect assassination... Punishment."

Punishment is his evaluation of the puppet in the past.

But what exactly are human emotions?

A lone family who abandoned his wife and daughter, and his sons and daughters died in battle, Yan Xuan fell into deep thought and didn't understand.

For the sake of the country, you should give up everything, but why?

Hehehe... This time, you did a good job, but... I miscalculated.

Yes... I lost...

Very nice, nephew.

Very good, Ying Zheng...