As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly became eerily silent, and even the sound of the breeze became clearly audible.
"Girl, this rule he set is just to push you to a dead end. Have you ever thought about the love between father and daughter?"
Zhong Wen's sword hung in mid-air, with the same momentum, but he still did not slash it forward. Instead, he asked lightly, "Do you really want to plead for him?"
"Suddenly I remembered something from the past."
There was a hint of nostalgia in Illya's eyes, "I vaguely remember that when I was a child, my father used to carry me all over the country. I saw the swords and shadows on the battlefield, and also admired the beautiful rivers and mountains of the empire. At that time, his face was still beautiful. When you see a smile, you treat me very well."
"So what?"
Zhong Wen shrugged, disapproving of her narcissism, "Being nice to you in the past cannot cover up the fact that he wants to kill you now."
"My brother killed my father's three biological sons in order for me to ascend the throne. He has reason to hate me."
Illya shook her head slightly and said, "No matter what, I still owe him a favor in raising him. Let him go this time. From now on, he and I will be clean."
"This girl Illya asked me to let him go."
Zhong Wen turned to look at Zhuma and said, "Zhuma, what do you think?"
"Don't worry about me."
Zhuma smiled charmingly at him, "I will find an opportunity to resolve the grudge between me and this old man."
Her voice was soft and sweet, but for some reason, hearing it in Bailechuan's ears gave him a chill in his heart and an inexplicable shiver down his spine.
"I hope you won't regret your decision today."
Zhong Wen looked back at Ilia again and said seriously, "As the future leader of a country, being too soft-hearted is a taboo."
"rest assured."
Illya's eyes were cold and her voice was unusually calm, "This is the last time, and it won't happen again."
"For the girl's sake, I'll let you go today."
Zhong Wen slowly put down the sword in his hand, a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a cold smile, "Of course, you can also continue to let those nobles attack Ilia, kill one or a hundred, It doesn’t make any difference to me.”
Let me go?
Just you, what qualifications do you have to say let me go?
Does a young boy really think he can defeat me?
Bailechuan was furious and was extremely unhappy with Zhong Wen's condescending attitude. He felt that he had been greatly insulted and was about to attack him angrily and fight to the death.
"No more people will come."
However, after hesitating for a long time, he finally suppressed his impulse and stood up slowly with the golden sword supporting his body. "In three days, I will announce my abdication and pass the throne to Illya."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.
"Why did your Majesty say this?"
Marshal Brin hurriedly advised, "Your Highness Illya is young after all, and still needs time to learn and hone. If you inherit the throne so quickly, I'm afraid it will be detrimental to the empire..."
"This world is already dominated by young people."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Bilechuan, "Reinhardt tried every means to make Illya inherit the throne, so I fulfilled his wish. With this humble boy here, I think I can protect her." Zhou Quan, I am old and tired."
"B-but..."
Marshal Brin was still a little confused, and he was searching his mind, but for the moment he couldn't think of any words to refute.
"Brin."
Bailechuan reached out and patted the old general on the shoulder, his voice suddenly softened a bit, "Just let me spend the last time quietly by myself, and I will leave the rest of the Jinyao Empire to you."
As he spoke, his body slowly floated up. Ignoring the reactions of Zhong Wen, Ilia and others, he decisively turned around and stepped into the air, gradually disappearing out of sight.
At this moment, his back was as lonely as ever.
Finally gone!
Watching his retreating back, Zhong Wen stretched out his hand to wipe his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.
Don't look at the fact that he was very domineering just now, but in fact he was very weak inside and didn't have much confidence.
You must know that after understanding Tie Wudi's ultimate sword intention, the natural power of this Taoist move has far exceeded his physical endurance. If he really wants to use it, he has to activate the Star Spirit Art.
But even with the blessing of Xingling Jue, the complete version of Daotian's ninth move is still the ultimate killing move for Zhong Wen today, killing a thousand enemies and damaging himself by 800. In addition, after the Xingling Jue expires, In his weak state, without Ah Jiu's assistance, once he fails to kill Bailechuan, Zhong Wen will easily fall into an extremely dangerous situation.
But Bailechuan is not an ordinary opponent after all, but an out-and-out powerhouse in the Chaos Realm, an existence that truly stands at the pinnacle of the Original Land.
Zhong Wen didn't know how sick he was, and he wasn't sure whether Daofa could kill him with one strike, and he didn't know whether he could withstand the opponent's full counterattack in a desperate situation.
The reason why Shicai created such a tense and stalemate situation is that, to put it bluntly, he went too far in showing off, unable to stop the car for a moment, and ultimately unable to dismount.
To a certain extent, Illya's soft-heartedness happened to help him get out of trouble and avoid the tragic ending of the two tigers fighting to the death.
"Congratulations to Your Highness, congratulations to Your Highness!"
Marshal Bryn watched Bailchuan leave. He was stunned for a long time, then turned to Illya and bowed respectfully and said, "The etiquette of the enthronement ceremony is quite complicated. I will ask the palace lady to go to the house to help you." Please explain it in detail, and please make preparations in advance, Your Highness.”
After saying that, he clasped his fists at Zhong Wen and others, then turned around gracefully and walked away in a very graceful manner.
But for some reason, Zhong Wen read a hint of twilight and a hint of waning interest in his slightly hunched back.
"I-I'm going to be the emperor?"
From the moment Bailechuan announced that she would abdicate, Illya has been in a state of confusion. After an unknown amount of time, she finally came to her senses and murmured to herself.
"congratulations."
Zhong Wen chuckled and said, "It seems that it won't be long before I have to change my name to your Majesty the Queen."
"People like me."
Illya lowered her head and stared at the ground anxiously, "Can you really be a good emperor?"
"Don't be too good at being an emperor."
Zhong Wen said disapprovingly, "You have the most power. The entire empire has to listen to you. If you don't like anyone, you can just pull them out and chop them. What's so difficult about this?"
"How, how can it be so simple?"
Illya's head was covered with black lines and she couldn't laugh or cry, "What a bunch of nonsense!"
"Emperors are also human beings. Some are wise and some are mediocre. Some are outstanding and some are mediocre."
Zhong Wen's face straightened, "You are a teenage girl, do you still expect to become a wise king just after taking the throne? The most important thing is to know yourself, do what you can, and have a clear conscience. The citizens of this country have never They treat you well and you don’t owe them anything, so why put so much pressure on yourself?”
"Zhong Wen..."
As if she didn't expect Zhong Wen, who had never been very serious, to say such a thing, Ilia glanced at him in surprise, her heart warmed slightly, and most of the worry on her face disappeared.
"Sister Illya, my younger sister has already told the emperor that she will kill all the members of the Golden Clan if she doesn't die. Now she has to fulfill her promise."
At this time, Zhuma suddenly ran to Ilia, took her slender arm, and said softly, "Otherwise if you don't do anything, won't you make your emperor father look down on you? Just kill a few People from the Golden Clan, you won’t blame me, right?”
"Sister Zhuma, just kill whoever you want, don't worry about me."
Illya's eyes flashed with a cold light, her face was as calm as water, she was completely different from the girl who pleaded for Bailerchuan before, "I have never regarded myself as a member of the Golden Clan. Even if you don't take action, they will sooner or later I will liquidate you."
"Good sister!"
Zhuma gave her a big hug with a smile, then turned around and walked through the air, heading straight for the imperial capital. His figure soon turned into a small black dot that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
That night, the vicious reputation of the "Queen of Monsters" once again shocked the imperial capital, enough to make children stop crying and adults suffer from insomnia.
The second disaster day comes to the empire!
…
Why is this "Golden Body of Dao Yun" like a knife? It is always a little short of perfection after painting and drawing.
That night in the princess's mansion, Zhong Wen was writing and drawing on himself with flying colors.
Through his unremitting efforts, Daoyun Golden Body has already broken through to the realm of Dacheng, and is just a little short of reaching perfection.
But it was just that little bit, but he couldn't achieve it no matter what, which made him very depressed. He felt like returning to the technological era of the 21st century and experiencing the fear of being dominated by Xixi again.
Damn it, I don’t believe in this evil!
Work hard, I'll stay up all night tonight!
Just as he was getting angry, gritting his teeth, and vowing to draw a great perfection, a "knock-knock-knock" knock on the door suddenly came into his ears.
"Zhong Wen, are you asleep?"
What came next was a clear voice as beautiful as the singing of an oriole.
Ilia?
What is she doing here so late?
Could it be that you are so addicted to my handsomeness that you can't help but plan to come here to seduce me?
Zhong Wen had a look of surprise on his face. He stood up and opened the door while thinking wildly.
The moment the door was pushed open, a slender figure appeared in front of him. Who was it if it wasn't Ilia?
No way?
Did you really guess it for me?
Seeing Ilia's dress clearly, Zhong Wen couldn't help but his pupils dilated, his heartbeat accelerated, and his breathing became faster unconsciously.
The blonde girl's cheeks were flushed red, she was indescribably charming, and she was actually wearing a nightgown.
A nightgown as thin as cicada wings, almost transparent!
