Pretending to be B is not easy, strong A sighs

Mitchell flashed back the address Lin Haotang gave him with Xia Zhi.

That place is very close to the stadium, and it only takes 3 minutes to walk there.

Xia Zhi landed on the dot of the address, looking at the extremely familiar building in front of him, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

In front of you is a small five-storey bungalow, more like a private villa than a hotel—or, this is it.

The houses in this area belonged to the empire and were specially assigned to people with great influence in various fields. He was also assigned to one in the third year of becoming a marshal.

Xia Zhi raised her hand and rang the doorbell.

The white-haired butler appeared on the LCD screen in front of the door, and the other party saluted him respectfully: "Marshal Xia Zhi."

Xia Zhi was a little surprised, but she didn't show it on her face, and replied calmly, "Butler Meng."

Meng Zhe is the old housekeeper who watched him grow up. As long as he can remember, all the internal affairs of the family are in charge of the housekeeper Meng. He did not expect to appear here.

The iron door opened slowly, and Meng Zhe stood behind the door, explaining to Xia Zhi with a paralyzed face: "Madam let me come over."

"Thank you for your hard work." He has always respected this elder.

Meng Zhe said: "The old king asked about your news some time ago. Mr. and Mrs. were very moved when they learned that you were still alive, and sent people to search for you throughout the empire."

Xia Zhi replied quickly: "It was my negligence, I didn't inform them."

"It's late at night, please rest first." Meng Zhe gave him the way to the villa, "Your room number is 409."

"Okay." Xia Zhi smiled, her sharp eyes slightly aimed at a certain point in the grass behind her, and then she smiled slightly at the direction of no one, provocative and disdainful.

Meng Zhe walked past him steadily, and after flashing into the grass, he came back with a round monitor in his hand. Staring at Xia Zhi, he reported the number: "No. 15."

Xia Zhi patted her clothes, and a puff of steam came out: "Uncle Meng, I'm bored."

The door was slowly closed, Meng Zhe broke the monitor in his hand, and upon hearing this sentence, he looked up at the child he had brought up since he was a child.

No matter how long it has passed, Xia Zhi will always carry an indelible firmness and full of rebellion.

The young master once won the S-class planet by himself, just to prove that he has absolute strength, and also to shut up the tongue-twisters.

He also succeeded, turning from a controversial relationship to a new marshal who was unanimous and powerful, and later became a symbol of the stability of the empire.But now, he still hates Emperor Star as always. He loves this empire, but loathes the symbol of this empire.

Meng Zhe looked at him, sighed, and reminded: "Azhi, don't be in a hurry."

Xia Zhi clenched her fists, her eyes were clear, "The teacher told me that he will take over the trial court, so don't worry about that part. The most important thing is the science and technology park and the national defense system under the Su family."

"Young Master, it's late at night, let's rest first." Meng Zhe interrupted him, and somehow conjured up a military cloak to put on Xia Zhi's shoulders, "The only thing you need to do now is to take your students The champion of the lower mech competition."

"The old nobles have been there all along, and no one can escape."

"What if there is a fish that slipped through the net?" Xia Zhi asked back, "What if the only fish comes back secretly to destroy the person I cherish?"

"Young master, none of the people you cherish are weak." Meng Zhe analyzed rationally, "They have the ability to protect themselves, even much stronger than you imagined."

Jiang Guiyan flashed through Xia Zhi's mind, subconsciously bit her lower lip, "I can't control every corner."

"You do your best."

"When will the game start?" Xia Zhi took a deep breath and returned to her usual gentleness.

"Three days later, the prologue and singles competition will start at 8 o'clock."

"Well, I'll rest first."

"This way, young master."

Xia Zhi followed Meng Zhe to his room, and opened the door. The inside was decorated according to the style he lived in at home, even the bedding was exactly the same.

Meng Zhe stood beside him and said in a low voice: "You have always been in bed, only in such an environment can you sleep peacefully."

Xia Zhi smiled, and thanked the housekeeper seriously: "Thank you, Uncle Meng, I can sleep well now."

Meng Zhe's always stern face showed a trace of tenderness: "Ye An, young master."

"Goodnight."

After a good night's sleep, Xia Zhi woke up the next day. The accumulated exhaustion made him sleep until noon.

As soon as I woke up, I received a big news——

"Teacher, Sivir is gone!"

When Blaise told him the news with a sobbing sound, he was still under the quilt, looking sleepy.

Even though he had just woken up, his mind was very clear, and he knew where Sivir might be as soon as he turned his mind.

"Don't worry, he's safe." Xia Zhi raised her hand to rub Blaise's hair, her voice had a nasal sound of just waking up, and her hair curled up slightly.

Blaise shrugged his nose, and asked with some anxiety: "Then where is he? I... can't find it."

To be precise, he searched through his family's special intelligence network, and Sivir was still missing, as if he had disappeared from the world.

The first time he thought of Xia Zhi, he jumped over without hesitation.

Xia Zhi got up, put on the military jacket that had been ironed by Meng Zhe by the bedside, and smiled slightly: "Go directly to the old king's dignitary."

The old king took the initiative to attack, how could he let the opponent go.

A group of palaces was built in the center of the imperial capital. The group of palaces was divided into two parts by a long river. The left side was where the current king Norris lived, and the right side was the residence of the old king.

The original design was to allow the old king to quickly support the new king. However, since the old king's term, everything has changed dramatically.

The former king was pissed off by the old king. The old man who was in poor health was so angry that he had a heart attack when he learned about everything the old king had done.

The obituary sent out was to the effect that the palace was being renovated at that time, and the detour delayed the rescue time, resulting in a normal death.

However, who deliberately delayed this opportunity is another question.

The old king was a handsome and handsome man. When he succeeded, he made many noble ladies heart-wrenching because of his appearance.

There are as many Omegas in his arms as a cow, but he never refuses any beauties who throw himself in his arms.

However, no one can go to the joy of cloud and rain with him. He seems to love everyone, but no one enters his heart.

The only person he managed to have sex with was Norris' mother, who died in childbirth the night Norris was born.

The old king was moody, and he abandoned his only heir.

Xia Zhi always felt that the old king's actions were venting his anger, but no one knew where his anger came from.

Sivir opened his eyes, reached out to touch the back of his head, there was a slight pain, and the room in front of him was very strange.

The handsome young man who was [-]% similar to Norris had a gentle smile on his face, his age could not be seen at all from his appearance, and he spoke in a clear tone: "Dear nephew, are you awake?"

Xivir blinked, as if he had just recovered, looked at the person in front of him, and called out respectfully: "Uncle."

"Long time no see, nephew." The young man stretched out his right hand to rub Sivir's hair, and in his left hand held a glass goblet filled with sober red wine, with a look of love for the younger generation: "It's rare that you come from Jivir When Xing comes back, we, uncle and nephew, should have a good get-together."

Sivir got up from the carpet, half-closed her eyelashes, looked down at the intricately patterned and expensive carpet, and said with some embarrassment, "Uncle, I still have two days to come of age, and I can drink with you after two days."

The smile on the young man's face froze slightly, his eyes flashed violently, and then his face remained loving: "It's my uncle's fault, I forgot my nephew's coming-of-age day."

"Uncle has a lot of things to deal with, my birthday is not worth mentioning." Sivir replied without humility, his hands hidden under his sleeves were clenched into fists, and his nerves tensed up.

He knew that he would encounter some difficulties when he returned to the Emperor Star, but he didn't expect that he would be the ultimate boss right away. It seemed that the Emperor Star's form was even worse than he had imagined.

"Nephew, we are the closest blood relatives." The old king Pope Lester put his hand on Sivir's shoulder, his golden eyes reflected Sivir's appearance, and he whispered: "This In the world, there is no one who is closer than us."

Sivir tried his best to play Tai Chi with him: "What uncle said is that after my mother passed away, I will only have you and brother Norris."

"Oh." Pope sneered suddenly, with loathing and killing intent in his eyes, "Is he worthy?"

Sivir shut his mouth, and the people in front of him became very scary in an instant. He had lived in the palace for nearly ten years, and he knew better than anyone else what Pope's Achilles' heel was.

When he was a child, he had seen Pope grab Norris by the neck and lift him up. The boy's constant struggle in his hands only got him a tighter grip from his father.

At that time, he didn't know where the courage came from, he rushed directly and bumped Pope's waist, which made him loose, and then he ran out with the young Norris.

Obviously Norris was his biological son, but he didn't care, and even hated his own child very much, wishing that his child would die soon.

Since that day, he has been avoiding this nominal uncle. After his mother passed away, he simply packed his things and went to Jierva Star.

Unexpectedly, this is the case when we meet again.

"The blood on Norris is dirty." Pope sneered, with disgust on his face. "Sivir, your blood is pure. You deserve to inherit this empire."

"..." Sivir stared at the ground firmly, and Pope's breath condensed beside him, making him very uneasy.

"Sivir, I hope you will be king." Pope smiled slightly, lifted Sivir's chin, looked at his face somewhat similar to his own, and said softly: "Dear nephew, only you have the right to inherit , that dirty blood should have died a long time ago."

Pope uttered a letter like a snake to seduce: "Nephew, do you want to be a king? As long as you want to, I will do my best to train you."

Sivir quietly stared at Pope with a crazy expression, this man was hopeless.

He took a deep breath and asked the question he had held back for a long time: "Uncle, why is Norris's blood veins dirty?"

Pope's eyes were instantly filled with coldness: "His mother was filthy. He gave birth to a son who was just as filthy. He should die with his mother."

Sivir moved his throat, but couldn't say a word, and he hated Norris just as much.