The king watched this scene quietly until Gu Qingshan walked out and closed the door.
"It can be seen that he is usually very filial." The king said.
"No, father, he is an orphan. His parents died when he was six years old, and he lives alone until now." Anna said.
The king couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
He suddenly asked: "Is he the prince you chose?"
"Yes, I fell in love with him the first time I met him." Anna looked directly into her father's eyes and said.
The king showed admiration on his face and said, "Daughter, you have good taste."
"Anna, I deliberately tried the person next to you because I found that he was wearing a token of death."
"I gave it to him, he gave it back to me, and I gave it back to him."
The king was taken aback and asked, "You said he gave it back to you?"
"Yes."
The king was stunned for a long time and asked inexplicably: "There are still such stupid people now?"
"It's quite silly."
The king sighed: "It seems that your taste is not very good."
His expression suddenly became serious: "Before I completely dissipate, there is one thing I must tell you."
"There is also a legacy that our Medici family has silently guarded for seven hundred years. I must tell you its secrets to live up to the name of Medici."
"For hundreds of years, no one in our family, except the first-generation head of the family, has been able to inherit this kind of inheritance."
"Anna, you are the most talented woman in the history of the Medici family, and you are also the last member of the family. Regardless of whether you can inherit it or not, don't take it to heart."
The king looked at his daughter and couldn't bear to look away.
He reached out his hand to touch his daughter's head, but suddenly remembered that he could no longer touch anything.
His hand paused in mid-air.
Anna took a step forward and put her head under her father's hand.
"I don't know what you mean," she said softly.
"Please ask the gods in heaven to bear witness for me," the king straightened his expression and said solemnly.
"I am here today to entrust the legacy of the Medici family to my daughter Anna."
"From now on, Anna is the new owner of the Medici family."
In the exhibition room, the king's expression was solemn and solemn, and his tone of voice was slow and firm. There was an almost identical scene in the painting behind him.
The young king touched his daughter's head with one hand and held the crown with the other hand, preparing to put it on her head.
Separated by a wall.
Gu Qingshan closed the door and saw the saint.
When passing the inspection checkpoint, the two parties met each other.
Saint Ivan, wearing a white ascetic robe, exposing his shoulders and chest.
He stood quietly at the end of the corridor, looking at Gu Qingshan.
"Are you looking for me?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"I have been waiting a long time," said Saint Ivan.
"Tsk, what a good and conscientious employee." Gu Qingshan said.
"The responsibility lies, but also the pleasure." A cruel look appeared on Ivan's face.
"Why are you in such a hurry to see me? To discuss matters?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"Before that," Ivan said, "according to procedure, I must tell you that guests are never allowed to enter here."
A smile appeared on the saint's face - like a cat discovering the traces of a mouse.
"Really? I might be lost."
Gu Qingshan straightened his collar and combed his hair, and conveniently locked in his title as "guerrilla general".
He strode towards the other party.
"If you don't mind, please take me back to the ball," he said as he walked away.
"I would be honored to take you out of here," the saint said.
The milky white light gathered together to form a solemn and holy pattern, which quietly appeared at his feet.
The Holy Cult's mysterious skill is chosen by God to atone for sins.
Any damage is returned to the attacker doubled.
Gu Qingshan glanced at it and understood in his heart.
"Then what are you waiting for? You lead the way and let's go." He said.
"No, no, no, we can't leave." Saint Ivan shook his head.
As the two talked, the distance gradually became closer.
"Ah, I know, I'm sorry."
Gu Qingshan seemed to understand something and took out his wallet from his pocket.
"I forgot that there is a fee for everything in the Holy Kingdom, here - here is your tip." He took out a wad of money and shook it in his hand.
Saint Ivan looked very unhappy.
"I will repay you a hundredfold for the humiliation you have done to me." He hissed in a low voice.
"You don't want any money? Then what do you want to do?" Gu Qingshan had a puzzled expression on his face.
He had walked through most of the corridor, but without stopping at all, he continued to walk towards the other party.
"My hearing is different from ordinary people - there seems to be a slight heartbeat and breathing in the room you came out of."
"I think that's a girl," Saint Ivan said with a ferocious smile: "Why don't we wait a little longer and see who your little lover is."
Gu Qingshan paused, shook his head and said, "As a host, you are too curious about the privacy of your guests."
He frowned and stared at the holy pattern at the feet of the saint.
He suddenly sighed: "To be honest, I don't want to fight you."
Ivan asked with interest: "Why? Are you afraid of me?"
Gu Qingshan explained: "The Holy Cult has many kinds of Heavenly Chosen Skills, and many people will awaken for each Heavenly Chosen Skill, but for the rare Heavenly Chosen Skill of Atonement, very few people will awaken."
"I am the only one in this generation." Ivan said proudly.
"Yes, very rare,"
Gu Qingshan nodded in agreement and continued talking.
"Tsk, tsk, you stand and let others beat you at will, and you don't care if your clothes are stripped off, and you keep asking others to beat you," he sighed. "There are many masochists in the world, but if I want to reach your situation, I I dare say that humans can’t do it.”
After listening to Gu Qingshan's words, Ivan was stunned.
"I want, I want to kill you." Ivan said incoherently.
"The attitude is so bad, but I will pay the tip." Gu Qingshan threw the stack of banknotes away.
The banknotes scattered all over the sky, blocking Ivan's sight.
At this time, the distance between the two people was almost close enough.
A sword appeared out of thin air.
Earth Sword.
"A sword? A thin and fragile thing."
Ivan Ren pushed aside the banknotes and said with a sneer.
Gu Qingshan held the ground sword and his whole body moved violently with spiritual energy.
Ivan seemed to sense something, and his expression suddenly changed.
He quickly retreated, trying to avoid this attack.
But this sword was too fast, and he was too late to react in the first place, and now he couldn't dodge it at all.
The air let out a tearing whine.
"Snapped"!
The communicator on Ivan was picked out by the long sword, disintegrated in mid-air, fell to the ground, and scattered into many parts.
Gu Qingshan felt relieved.
As long as Ivan cannot contact anyone within ten minutes, no one will know the reason for this matter.
In this case, subsequent responses will be much easier.
"Someone is coming——"
Ivan roared, raised his hand and raised the white flames, grabbing at Gu Qingshan.
Gu Qingshan stepped aside and thrust his sword forward again.
hit.
However, the sword was so gentle that it caused almost no damage.
The blade of the sword had already turned sideways, the edge of the sword was withdrawn, and the ridge of the sword was printed on Ivan's chest.
This sword will not cause any harm to Ivan.
The power of the sword light will wrap around him and keep rushing forward.
"Have a nice trip." Gu Qingshan whispered.
--boom!
The entire corridor was affected by the aftermath of the sword energy and turned into ruins.
Saint Ivan was tightly wrapped in a ball of sword light, blasted away, and disappeared in an instant.
He was like a shooting star in the night sky, shining across the sky.
