Chapter 2090: The last request

The Chequ Palace is still within the imperial garden.
Shen Ji hurried over and bowed to Chen Fan.
"What is the lord looking for?"
Chen Fan waved his hand, motioned to let Sacred Machine sit next to him, without hesitation, and told Sacred Machine all the things Ao Xing said to him!
"Don't do it, Lord, this is extremely dangerous, and I definitely can't let you commit a dangerous act!"
After hearing this statement, the first thought was to oppose it!
In the year of the reorganization of the Black Army, the overall strength has risen several steps.
Nowadays, most of the Thirteen Desert Countries have been under Chen Fan's command, and their troops have been conscripted every day. Chen Fan even removed Qian Qian from the front as a military trainer.
Now that the training is completed, the number of black-clad soldiers who can march and fight has exceeded 500,000, and it is not far away from the peak period.
On the other side, the continuous mining of spirit stones has been merged into the desert countries under their command. Under the efforts of the students of the Academy, they are loyal to Chen Fan and thoroughly brainwashed.
Everything is developing in a good direction. Although Shenji has also worried about Chen Fan's injury, based on the current situation, after the Black Army has really accumulated strength, it can completely crush Da Chen.
There is no need for Chen Fan to act.
So in this way, why does Chen Fan still take personal risks?
This kind of truth, in fact, does not need to be a magical machine, how can Chen Fan not understand?
Say a thousand words and ten thousand, there is no time.
"Now I have up to three years to live. In three years, is it possible to win Da Chen?"
Chen Fan asked in a counterattack, dumbfounded.
Now they have not even saved up their strength, let alone won the big Chen in three years, that is simply impossible.
"But Lord, if something happens to you, how should we deal with ourselves?"
I still have doubts about it.
After all, this time is different from everyone's scatter after the Prancing Horse Stream.
Everyone knew that Chen Fan's chance of survival and death was 50% to 50%.
But this time to the land of the Dragon Tomb, Chen Fan has not yet cultivated himself, and at least he has a 90% chance of death. Who can feel relieved?
But seeing Chen Fan at this moment is very free and easy, waved his hand, and said indifferently: "Now that I have completely dealt with the desert matter, everything is on the right track. In the future, you only need to complete the thirteen countries and take your heart. Retract the soldiers, collect the spirit stones!"
"After the training of the second batch of black soldiers is completed, they can continue to dispatch troops in my name!"
"Remember, when sending troops, find someone who is similar to me and change his face to me. You don't need him to act, just stand aside."
"In this battle, no matter what happens, we can never lose again. Remember to leave the election of the new king to Chen Kedi after we have captured the capital!"
"This matter is too far-reaching. Don't get involved with it, otherwise it may cause changes."
Explaining the last worrying thing in my heart word by word, this already means explaining what is going on.
Suan Shenji couldn't accept the situation in front of him. Just when he thought that everything was on the right track and was about to take revenge, something happened to the lord.
"Lord, don't explain this to me, I can't handle it!"
At the last moment, Summoning simply knelt directly on the ground, no matter what Chen Fan said, he would not listen.
The monarch and the ministers played with Chen Fan's side, and Shen Ji found the value of his existence by Chen Fan's side, and proved himself again and again.
It can be said that it was Chen Fan who created today's magical machine.
Faced with today's almost general scene of a farewell, who can accept it?
Chen Fan personally helped the Sacred Machine up, and took the other's hand and said: "Sacred Machine, I must do this. My pride in Chen Fan does not allow me to die like a coward!"
"Even if I die, I, Chen Fan, will die on the way forward, and die on the road of working hard for myself!"
"Moreover, I don't necessarily die. I have encountered so many things in a lifetime of nine deaths over the years. Maybe this time I can still perform miracles?"
Chen Fan patted the shoulder of the magic machine, and Chen Fan smiled freely and easily: "It's the same as before. You are in the back, silently for me!"
After that, Chen Fan turned and left, his body still straight, his back, still aloof!