The Marshal of Drama is fine again today

The Spring Flower Festival was held as scheduled, and even though the high priest broke his voice, there were still countless screams and shouts.The people crowded shoulder to shoulder were full of obsession, wishing they could kneel down and worship, and their souls would be washed away by the song.

This is a world of faith.He reconfirmed.

Afterwards came the emperor's blessing to heaven. The emperor's black hair was slightly withered and his cheeks were sunken. If he hadn't painted before, his cheeks would have been ruddy, almost as golden as paper.Standing on the highest altar, his voice was hoarse and he breathed heavily.Mo Ji'an stood not far away and saw that his robe was soaked in cold sweat.

After the high priest stepped down, he was next to Mo Ji'an, and when he saw the emperor being in a daze, he tightened his heart: "You will come up later."

Mo Ji'an nodded: "Your Majesty, he..."

The high priest's eyes were red, and he almost choked: "Be careful."

Mo Ji'an shut up obediently, the emperor was at the end of his battle, and now he was only holding on, and could faint at any time.He waited sideways among the sad-faced Tianci, especially Wei Ming, who was the most distressed.Sensing his gaze, Wei Ming asked with concern: "Is the brochure okay?"

Covering the coldness in his eyes, Mo Ji'an forced a smile.Before the high priest arranged for Wei Ming to assist him in studying the pamphlet, he took the opportunity to ask twice the next day but was turned away because he didn't have time.This Tianci clearly hoped that he would mess up the sacrifice to the gods. If it wasn't for Zhonghua Xinzi's familiarity with Chinese characters, he might have gotten his wish.

System: "What a great opportunity! My son will soar into the sky, reach the pinnacle of his life, and marry Gao Fushuai!"

The corners of Mo Ji'an's mouth twitched slightly.

Seeing that his complexion was not good, Wei Ming secretly curled his lips.

Just like this, you still want to compete with him?

The emperor persevered, but his damaged and damaged body almost suffered a fatal blow, and when he was helped down, his cheeks burned red and he fell into a coma.

Concealing the anxiety inside, the high priest took a deep look at Mo Ji'an: "Your Highness."

"I'm going up." Mo Ji'an took a deep breath, stepped up to the altar, his heart was beating fast, and he clenched his fists.

System: "Go, our goal is the sea of ​​stars."

Even if he is handsome, Mo Ji'an is still a homebody, and his calves are shaking a little at the moment.

Before he took out the brochure according to Wei Ming's superficial introduction process, the sky suddenly shone brightly, with thousands of golden threads like tassels auspiciously.A thunderbolt fell from the sky and hit the sacred monument, and the whirlwind swept up thousands of red clouds in an instant.The divine stele gradually emitted a faint soft light, and many engraved golden writings appeared on the originally abrupt surface of the stele.

Thunder struck?Mo Jian was a little confused.

After being stunned for a moment, the system exclaimed in horror: "How could it be!"

The high priest was shocked: "This!!"

The people of Eat Melon Interstellar were stunned: "Ahhh!"

The handwriting on the stele was hit in the air under the sunlight, which is very magical.

Mo Ji'an narrowed his eyes: Is there a god?

Looking around from the corner of the eye, he gathered the expression of the person in his heart.

The system was restored first, and he glanced at the sky complicatedly, "Son, take advantage of the random thoughts. With the blessing of the halo, you can succeed."

Mo Ji'an nodded: "No."

"Heaven and earth have great beauty but don't talk about it, four seasons have clear laws but don't talk about it, everything has a reason but don't talk about it..." In the quiet atmosphere, a clear and frustrating voice sounded.The sudden sound attracted everyone's attention, and it was the appearance of Xin Tianci's pious reading, with his hair swaying slowly in the wind.Illuminated by the golden light, the shadowy and delicate but three-dimensional facial features bestowed by God are as sacred as a son of God who descended from the sky.

Wei Ming made things difficult on purpose, and Mo Ji'an didn't know much about the Spring Flower Festival, but instead read the right thing.As early as the situation changed, he suppressed all the shock and concentrated on reciting the gold letters floating in the air. He had seen it before, and there was nothing wrong with it.A few minutes after he finished reading, the floating characters turned into powder and drifted away with the petals, and the sky returned to blue.

The interstellar people exclaimed: "Yes! God! Trace!"

Interstellar people are well accepted, and their favorability is stable.

In the eyes of interstellar people, this scene was a miracle, but Mo Ji'an had goose bumps all over his body.

Mmp is suave and embarrassing, and it's a good history.

At night, being hurriedly invited into the palace, Mo Ji'an was still in a daze.When he heard that His Majesty was dying, he was completely awake with a jolt.

Mo Jian: "What's going on?"

System: "Pass the position."

System: "I'm investigating the emperor's situation during the day, it's a flashback."

Mo Jian was shocked.

In the palace, the old emperor with a dark complexion was already taking in less air and exhaling more.A circle of people surrounded him, all mourning.After a few days of contact, he liked this kind old man very much, and seeing him going, he couldn't help feeling sour.

Seeing Mo Ji'an coming, His Majesty rolled his cloudy eyes: "Come here."

Mo Ji'an stepped forward.

"Mo Ji'an, you are the 31st emperor of the Avro Empire." His Majesty held his clearly trembling hand with all his strength, and his cloudy eyes were full of relief: "The empire, leave it to you."

Fuck!What? !Mo Ji'an was already stupid.

His Majesty laughed hard: "Don't be afraid of the child, I believe in you."

System: "Fool, hurry up and thank the Lord Ron!"

Facing the expectant gaze of the old man, Mo Ji'an choked on his throat, unable to refuse to let him leave with regret.And he couldn't say no if he wanted to refuse, the system nodded his head, and he just took over the entire empire.

The emperor who successfully entrusted the responsibility died with a smile.

Mo Ji'an stared at the small diamond-encrusted crown in a daze.

Just yesterday, he accidentally read a text, and his majesty took the throne at night.

The high priest stood behind him, with a thin figure and a haggard face: "Your Majesty."

Mo Jian looked back at him.

The high priest's eyes were swollen like walnuts, but he managed to squeeze out a kind smile.

Mo Ji'an was confused for a while, "Grandpa Priest. I..."

I'm afraid I can't do it.

The high priest shook his head: "He trusts you."

Mo Ji'an was silent: It's too hasty.

As an ordinary person in modern times, he would never overestimate his capabilities, and if he read the sacred tablet by chance, it would be a fool's play for an emperor.What's more, Wei Ming's several godsends have subtle attitudes, and there are ten disobedient marshals. The imperial power and divine power are unclear, and there are many internal and external troubles. The throne is synonymous with trouble.

Ding dong.Plane trading system refresh task: Obtain the allegiance of a marshal.

Since he came to this world, he has been cautious, and now his future is slim to be smashed by the throne.It has to be said that the plane trading system gave him a little peace of mind.However, he still felt that the system was too strong.

He has read history, the loyalty of the ten marshals is not so easy to obtain, the previous emperors tried their best to govern, but they could only convince the ancestors of eight of the ten marshals.And the previous one was a little bit worse, only five were loyal to him.

From Mo Ji'an's point of view, the current situation is only better than that of the Han emperors in the Three Kingdoms period. God-given emperors have a good reputation, like a sweet pastry. In fact, few marshals who support their own troops take it seriously.Especially under the deliberate squandering of the previous emperor, the emperor's prestige is decreasing day by day.In this case, he can't protect himself, how can there be a fool who takes the initiative to pledge allegiance.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Ji'an stood up, "I'll go for a walk first."

Go to the door and see Zong standing there.

Zong's eyes lit up: "Dian, no, Your Majesty! Your subordinates are with you..."

The high priest looked deeply: "Marshal Zong, wait a minute."

Mo Ji'an and the high priest smiled and looked at each other, turned and left, followed by four burly fans.

After being interrupted by the chance of allegiance, Zong looked unhappy: "High Priest."

The high priest's voice was ethereal: "There was news last night that star monsters invaded, and a chain explosion occurred in the mysterious ice meteorite belt, causing a large star hole. The situation of the adjacent extreme ice star field is unknown. Marshal Zong, I hope you will send more reinforcements to save me People of the Empire."

Zong smiled: "The high priest was joking. The Extreme North Starfield is guarded by Marshal Zong, the head of the ten marshals. It would not be good for me to go hastily."

The high priest squinted his eyes: "Marshal Zong, who is famous for his wisdom, the late emperor has high expectations of you, don't hurt His Majesty's heart."

Zong arched his hands, lowered his eyes and whispered: "High Priest, Zong is afraid that he can't do it."

Now which marshal does not do his own thing, the former emperor was weak and dull, and made a lot of foolish strategies, but he didn't win his loyalty.And after seeing the miracle yesterday, he made up his mind to serve His Highness Mo Ji'an, how could he leave at such a critical moment.

The high priest withdrew his expression and said meaningfully: "In that case, Marshal Zong, please protect him well."

Zong proudly nodded: "Of course."

The high priest looked dimly: "The grand ceremony is scheduled for eight days later."

Zong's expression froze: "I see."

When he came to the sea of ​​flowers behind the temple, Mo Ji'an wanted to be quiet.He didn't understand, how could he somehow become the king of an interstellar empire?He grabbed his hair and tossed his soft hair into a mess.

System: "Because the child is beautiful."

Mo Ji'an didn't want to talk, and threw a pile of shit at the system.

"Cuckoo, snort, snort." There was a faint smell of blood.

"Protect Your Majesty!" The faces of the four fans changed suddenly. They protected Mo Ji'an in the middle and waited for it.A subtle voice came from not far away, attracting Mo Ji'an who was thinking about something. He stretched his neck and saw a group of fluffy balls in the brushed grass.

Mo Ji'an froze for a moment.The golden pompom's body was stained with blood, and a childish "cuckoo" sound came out of his throat.The curled up body was twitching slightly due to the severe pain. The blood-stained golden pompom had two animal marks on its cheeks, big fluffy ears, a pair of small wings, and a large tail.If it weren't for the two drooping tentacles on its head, Mo Ji'an would still have seen Flying Kitten.

Startled by the sound, it opened its eyes suddenly, with a pair of sharp pupils, staring at people shuddering.It was clearly a palm-sized pompom, and it was as fierce as a beast swallowing the sky.It is indescribably weird for a little fur ball to stand against four burly men without losing the wind.

Mo Ji'an received Mao Tuan'er's cold signal of "death to those who approach him", and for some reason he felt familiar. After careful consideration, he couldn't explain why. He was originally born under the red flag and had never met any high-risk people, but the stray cat fed him. Not a lot.

Delusion.

Mo Jian: "What is this?"

The system was silent for a long time: "...can't detect it."

Mo Ji'an: "What's the use of you."

Xuetuanzi was at the end of his battle, and he lasted for a few minutes until he was too seriously injured and passed out, with two small tentacles completely drooping.Afraid that this thing would pretend to hurt someone, the attendant approached carefully and fiddled with it twice with his foot. Seeing that it was indeed unconscious, he grabbed it and turned it over, revealing a deep and long gash in its abdomen, with trickling blood.

It's a little pathetic.Mo Ji'an couldn't help stretching out his finger.

The author has something to say: Jin Tuanzi: Cuckoo!Cuckoo! (It hurts! It hurts so much I want to hug!)

Mo Ji'an was suspicious: Xuetuanzi is going to die?

Jin Tuanzi fanned the little meaty wings: Gu Gu Gu Gu! (The baby survives to the end chapter.)

Zong: Your Majesty, be careful that this animal hurts people.

Jin Tuanzi (╬◣д◢): Cuckoo! (The baby is the best!)