The throne of God is waiting for me

Needless to say, Barry, who once studied under a great scholar, has very superb painting skills. He was able to express the layering of a painting so clearly using only blood.

However, looking at this picture, an inappropriate question suddenly popped up in Xiao Wang's mind, and he said it casually: "After bleeding so much, does he still have the energy to paint?"

"puff--"

Ellando couldn't help but laugh. She stretched out her little hand to cover her mouth, but she couldn't stop the smile in her eyes.

Looking at Xiao Wan's blank expression, she explained in a low voice: "This is the animal blood obtained during hunting... My father has always liked to use this as paint."

Xiao Wan was speechless for a moment, only feeling that the style of the painting on the wall seemed to have dropped a notch in just a moment, and the shocking feeling disappeared in an instant.

But he still walked over and looked up and down carefully.

Until finally, Xiao Wan saw a few lines of small scrawled words in the corner of the wall that were almost blurred into one piece. He patiently discerned them for a while.

A familiar voice that sounded like tens of thousands of crows cawing in unison, or like rubble rubbing against each other, suddenly spoke up and accurately sang out the content:

"The day the sun goes out,

All light converges.

The dead fall into eternal sleep,

The living fell into the abyss of nightmare. "

Xiao Wan, who had already experienced it once, skillfully blocked his ears the moment Bivis opened his mouth. However, the little girl Yilanduo, who had endured this kind of soul attack for the first time, had her face twisted and turned pale, and she clung to a huge... Nutshell.

She looked with difficulty in the direction where the singing came from, and saw a pair of illusory facial features emerging on the surface of a small round mirror hanging on the wall. Two charcoal-drawn eyebrows were shaking violently, and her two eyes were half-shaped. With his mouth closed and his funny mouth open, he sang with great immersion.

Fortunately, these few lines were very short, and soon Beavis ended his unique soul attack.

He opened his eyes and saw the little girl glaring at him angrily. A huge fruit shell was weighing between her two little hands, and two clusters of flames were burning in her dark eyes, with an astonishing murderous intent.

Considering that there was only one mirror in the room, Beavis, who didn't want to leave at all, quickly used his amazing talent in flattery and boasting and said loudly and exaggeratedly:

"Oh, where is this princess from? She is simply the cutest little girl Beavis, who knows everything, has ever seen! Look at her skin smoother than milk, and her eyes brighter than gems..."

"Come closer quickly and let Bivis take a good look. Where is the missing princess?"

How could Ellando, who was only nine years old, be able to withstand Beavis's gushing praise?

The anger on her face dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, replaced by a shy blush. She quietly hid the huge fruit shell in her hand, and Ellando tried to act as elegant and ladylike as a truly noble princess.

She smiled tenderly and looked at the funny facial features on the small round mirror with bright eyes: "Is your name Beavis?"

When Xiao Wang Cong Shen#

Everyone just thought they were seeing the wild imagination of a fool.

Eternal time has witnessed the falseness of this speculation.

The legend of the king will be sung forever. "

In the center of the bustling square of the city of ice and snow, under the white marble fountain, several white doves flew high and low, and a handsome and young bard held his harp, singing selflessly and intoxicatedly.

His long dark hair was randomly tied into a bunch, piled on his shoulders, and his dark brown long windbreaker was old but clean. He looked like a traveler who had traveled through thousands of rivers and mountains, and his deep voice showed a trace of vicissitudes of life.

This also caused more and more girls to stop and listen around.

Among the crowd of onlookers, there was a person who was particularly different. He was wearing a snow-white riding uniform, black military boots, dark hair, and frosty eyebrows.

In the lively crowd, his silent side face was particularly cold and stern. His eyes were half-closed, like a meditating philosopher, or like a beast taking a nap temporarily. His dangerous aura had subsided, leaving only a faint shadow of aloofness.

A little girl with snow-white skin, silky chestnut hair, and a red skirt was quietly following him, holding a palm-sized dressing mirror in her hand. She looked well-behaved and quiet.

The crowd dispersed and the bard stopped singing. He put down his harp and walked towards the unknown visitor, kneeling on one knee without any hesitation in his posture and movements.

"The little envoy from Philesapher has met the King of the North."

The silent young man opened his half-closed eyes, and brilliant golden light flashed through his pupils. He cast his cold gaze on the visitor, with an unparalleled majesty in his expression.

"If His Excellency the Regent of Philesafer can be regarded as a small envoy, I am afraid that I, a humble person who calls himself king, will be nothing more."

His expression was neither happy nor angry, and his words were clearly humble. However, when he came out of his mouth, he seemed to have an air of unimaginable aloofness and arrogance.

Carisi lowered his head respectfully, the curve of his lips was perfect, and there was no trace of dissatisfaction in his smile. His tone was more sincere: "I would also like to thank your Majesty for your help. Without the support of the North, I would have been tortured since childhood. How can a blind and baseless Sun Chaser gain power over a country in just five years?”

"Now, it's time for everything to return to its proper place." He raised his head and looked passionately at the handsome and arrogant young king in front of him. "I would like to present the completely surrendered Philesaph as a birthday celebration for His Majesty's coming of age. Congratulatory gift.”

The girl in a red dress, who looked gentle and quiet, suddenly snorted coldly and rolled her eyes at him: "What kind of gift is this? There is no sincerity at all! File Safu will be your Majesty's territory sooner or later. When will it be your turn as a gift?"

"Sorry, your Majesty, I didn't think it through." Carisi apologized quickly. He bowed deeply and said humbly, "With your Majesty's foresight and planning, I believe the entire Hill Continent will soon be in your hands."

He then said: "And I am willing to lead the army of File Safu to conquer that insignificant and rebellious land for you."

——

Five years ago, in the far north, Moonlight Town.

When the near-god's carriage surrounded the ice and snow castle, no one in the town thought that the nine-year-old Yilando had escaped. Although they heard that there was a prince from afar who was visiting here, everyone just sighed with regret.

In this desolate and remote northern land, in a remote country where people often have to compete with wild beasts for food, the human kingship can no longer make people tremble in fear and bow their heads.

Moreover, the people living in this land are either cursed children expelled by the world, or evil people who bear all kinds of sins.

Here, only the naked law of survival is believed. The strong get everything, and the weak are left with nothing.