Luo Xue said with a complicated expression: "She is a good girl. You can find her and renew your relationship after a thousand years."
Lin Fengmian smiled bitterly and said, "Are you sure she won't kill me then? Now I feel that Ling Chi may not be able to eliminate the hatred in her heart."
After all, he and Luo Xue are simply demons to Jun Yunshang, right?
The little girl was helpless and wanted to live a humble life, but she met a talented genius and escorted her all the way to the imperial city.
I thought I had met the right one, but in the blink of an eye, I killed her own father and put her on the throne.
Thinking of the next plan of the two of them, scumbag Lin Fengmian felt ashamed.
By the time the two of them kill the Sword Master and defeat the Supreme, shouldn't the mess left behind be left to Jun Yunshang to clean up?
There is a Supreme Being bearing a grudge outside and a pack of wolves waiting for her inside. How can she, a little princess who has lived carefree in the palace since she was a child and is only a few days old and whose cultivation is no more than foundation building, be able to withstand this?
"What a sin!"
Luo Xue also found that the two of them were simply villains among villains, even more hateful than the legendary lecherous thieves.
After all, the most promiscuous thieves steal jade and incense. The two of them stole hearts and ran away after causing trouble, making people miss them for thousands of years. It's hard to describe.
If he hadn't been in danger and knew that this little girl would become Queen Fengyao who ruled the world.
She wanted to tell the truth and take Jun Yunshang back to Qionghua.
But now Qionghua is a giant ship that is about to capsize, and she cannot protect herself. If you take her back, she might be destroyed along with Qionghua.
The future will have changed by then, but is that really the future you want?
Lin Fengmian said guiltily: "Luo Xue, please take more care of her and Jun Yan."
Luo Xue solemnly said: "I will!"
That night, not only Lin Fengmian and Jun Yunshang couldn't sleep, but many people in Junlin City were tossing and turning.
The former Fourth Prince's Mansion.
Jun Chengye and Ding Fuxia carefully hid in the secret room, fearing that Lin Fengmian would come to the door.
Ding Fuxia looked at Jun Chengye, hesitated to speak, and finally asked: "Xiaoye, do you really want to make a dangerous move?"
After all, even Jun Aoshi, who was a half-step saint, fell into the hands of that kid.
That was the famous and proud Sword Master back then, one of the big mountains in the hearts of these people.
Jun Chengye said with a gloomy face: "Uncle, I have no choice. Are you willing to go to that ghost place at Nanlu?"
Ding Fuxia was naturally unwilling to go to Nanlu. After all, if he went there, the Ding family would be completely far away from Jun Yan's center of power.
He sighed and said: "Xiaoye, Tiansha Palace is willing to support you as the new emperor, but they require us, Jun Yan, to become a vassal of Tiansha Palace."
"Not only do we have to build a lower-level branch hall in Junyan, but I, Junyan, have to pay 70% of the income from the donation every year before they are willing to take action."
Jun Chengye clenched his fists, but nodded: "I agreed, but what about them? That girl will be on the throne in three days."
Ding Fuxia said in a deep voice: "Tiansha Palace said that the Netherworld Sword Master is on the way and will arrive in two days. He will come to negotiate with you then."
Although Jun Chengye was overjoyed, he was keenly aware that something was wrong.
After all, even at the speed of a saint, the Netherworld Sword Master should not have arrived so quickly when the teleportation array was closed.
Unless he has been ambushing Jun Yan for a long time, it seems that Tiansha Palace has been coveting Jun Yan for a long time.
It's a shame that I don't have any more room for negotiation, otherwise I wouldn't be so passive.
Ding Fuxia sighed and said, "I hope everything goes well."
Jun Chengye smiled and said: "Even if the Netherworld Sword Master is no match for that boy, isn't there still a Supreme Being?"
"Uncle, don't worry, this time there will be nothing wrong. You have people keep an eye on the Holy Palace to see if that kid can survive the disaster."
Ding Fuxia nodded and said: "Okay!"
Jun Chengye's eyes were fierce, he clenched his hands hard, and said in a cold voice: "This throne is destined to be mine, and no one can take it away!"
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the news that Jun Yunshang was about to succeed to the throne and become the Holy Emperor Jun Yan was announced to the world.
According to the official statement, Holy Emperor Lingtian passed the throne to His Royal Highness Yunshang before his death, allowing Ye Xuefeng to succeed him and become the Protector of the Country, protecting the Junyan Dynasty.
The whole world was in an uproar, everyone was dumbfounded, and it caused an earthquake-like sensation.
The news of the death of Holy Emperor Lingtian Yulong made everyone panic, and the succession of Jun Yunshang made everyone even more shocked.
No one expected that the most unpopular princess would take over Jun Yan's position as the Holy Emperor.
This is simply outrageous. He opened the door to outrageous things. It’s so outrageous.
Moreover, all the civil and military officials of the Junyan Dynasty had no objections to this, and their opinions were unexpectedly unanimous, which is even more intriguing.
Therefore, under the propaganda of caring people, the news spread among the people that Ye Xuefeng deceived the emperor, assassinated the Holy Emperor Lingtian, and supported his own woman to rise to power.
Ye Xuefeng seemed to have become a scheming traitor who deceived the princess and intended to hijack the emperor and control the princes.
But no matter what people in the world think, they cannot stop the general trend.
On this day, under the spotlight of everyone, Jun Yunshang, or Jun Fengyao, officially succeeded to the throne.
The entire Holy Palace was solemn and solemn, with all civil and military officials standing neatly and orderly on the square in front of the Yanhuang Palace.
Jun Fengyao was wearing a fiery red special dragon robe. She was already stunningly beautiful and looked even more graceful and luxurious, with a touch of majesty.
There was no fear or uneasiness on her face, and she walked through the square with a calm and calm expression.
She naturally knows what people in the world think of her. She doesn't mind these rumors, nor does she care what others think of her.
After all, they were right. They did lead someone to kill their father, and became Jun Yan's Holy Emperor by virtue of his favor.
He did not rely on his talents or his true ability, but only on his beauty and favor.
But they were wrong, he didn't look down on himself.
There is no such thing as singing and dancing every night.
In her wild thoughts, Jun Fengyao accepted the salutes of the civil and military officials and walked step by step to the altar offering sacrifices to heaven in the middle of the square.
As long as she holds a heaven-sacrifice ceremony on this altar, pays homage to her ancestors, and declares to the world, she will be recognized by the dragon spirit and officially succeed to the position of Holy Emperor.
Jun Fengyao slowly climbed up the stairs and walked towards the position that countless people dream of.
But at this moment, her expression changed slightly, and she turned around and looked toward the sky.
Almost at the same time, a sharp sword light fell from the sky and struck the formation of the Holy Palace heavily, causing the formation to shake.
A wild laugh came: "If a woman who relies on her body to rise to power becomes the Holy Emperor, will your Junyan Dynasty have no one left?"
Zhao Ban and Wei Ting immediately stood in front of Jun Fengyao and shouted: "Protect him!"
One by one, the Golden Feather Guards reacted quickly and quickly took their positions to protect Jun Fengyao, lest something unexpected happen to her.
Jun Fengyao looked calm and walked calmly to the altar before slowly turning around and looking at the sky.
Her eyes were cold and her tone was calm: "What kind of thief dares to break into my Junyan Palace?"
