Chapter 1006: The small white flowers that fell between the temples are getting more and more murderous.

A more majestic mountain shadow appeared in front of the Imperial City.
That was the patriarch of the Xiang clan. He looked at Chen Changsheng indifferently and said, "It is already late at night, and even the Pope's adults are not easy to enter the palace."
Then he turned his head to look at Luoluo and said, "We still have to take into account the dignity of the Bai Emperor.
It sounded indifferent, but it was really heavy.
Luoluo looked at this elder who had loved himself since childhood, and suddenly felt that the other party's face was very strange.
Chen Changsheng knew the position of the Xiangzu patriarch in the Presbyterian Church, and clearly felt the unfathomable strength of the other party.
But his response was still calm, direct, and tough.
Like a shallow stream, the water surface is like a mirror, and the bottom is clear, and there are hard stones between the fish.
He said: "I want to see His Majesty the White Emperor through the passage in the Imperial City to the Falling Star Mountains. Why should you stop me?"
Xiang Patriarch's expression was slight, and he didn't expect Chen Changsheng to confess his intentions.
Then he suddenly discovered that this sentence was very difficult to answer.
Under the current tense situation, Chen Changsheng wants to enter the Imperial City late at night, no matter from which point of view, it is very suspicious, and he has enough reasons to object.
But when Chen Changsheng showed his intentions, the reasons for opposition suddenly became less powerful.
Why didn't I think of this problem in advance?
The head of the Xiang clan stared at Chen Changsheng's extremely clear and calm eyes. Does the simpler the mind really, the less likely he is to be confused by the haze?
But he still wants to prevent Chen Changsheng from entering the Imperial City.
"The entire continent knows that His Majesty is recuperating and recuperating. He is at a critical juncture and cannot be disturbed. The Pope's forcibly wants to see him. What is the intention?"
"The alliance between the two tribes is related to the safety of the mainland. His Majesty Bai Emperor has a heart in his heart. How can he only care about the recuperation of the wounds, and ignore it at all?"
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "You don't let me see your majesty, what are your thoughts? Conscience or fear?"
Although this sentence is not stated, but the meaning is very clear, who would not understand?
The wind in front of the imperial city seemed to become cold for a few minutes in an instant.
Xiangqiu shouted angrily: "Hugh is bloody!"
Chen Changsheng looked at the head of the Xiang clan and continued to ask, "Does this mean what you mean, or does the shepherd lady mean? What do you mean?"
He didn't make sense at all.
As the Pope, the only person in the entire White Emperor City who is qualified to have an equal dialogue with him is the shepherd.
As the head of the eldest clan of the demon clan, the elder of the clan clan is also reluctant to be the chief elder of the Presbyterian Association.
Xiangqiu is only the son of the Xiangzu patriarch. Even if he is stronger, what qualifications are there for Chen Changsheng to respond to his words?
For Chen Changsheng, this is not a deliberate disregard, it is just a normal reaction, but for Xiangqiu, this is a great humiliation.
When he noticed the changes in the situation between the scenes, his face was even more ugly, and his breath became more and more gloomy.
Those strong men who tore through the night with him and were about to initiate a historic siege still remained silent and solemn.
But the look of the several cavalry generals who accompanied the action obviously changed,
Before Chen Changsheng said this, no one in the demon clan would worry about the safety of His Majesty Bai Di, let alone think of those terrible conspiracies.
Baidi's position in the demon clan is too respectful, and there is a god.
No one thought at all that he would be harmed by a conspiracy.
Of course, Chen Changsheng's words can affect the situation between the venues and his identity.
What the Pope says is different from what ordinary passers-by say.
More importantly, in the past few months, the story of Zhu Sha Dan, the legend of the Pope who saved the world with blood, has been circulating throughout the continent.
And because of the past, the demon clan had a very good impression of Chen Changsheng and did not believe that he would lie.
Chen Changsheng did not wait for the atmosphere in front of the imperial city to become more complicated, nor did he wait for his own question to be answered.
"No one can stop me from seeing His Majesty the White Emperor."
He looked at the eyes of the Xiangzu patriarch seriously and said, "Unless you kill me."
After saying this, he walked forward.
The imperial city shrouded in darkness was very quiet, and his footsteps were very clear.
Thousands of elite cavalry and demon clan who are either hidden in the night, or torn apart, are confronted silently and nervously.
The same blood was flowing in their bodies, and the same cold sweat was also flowing at this time.
With Chen Changsheng's footsteps, the atmosphere in the Imperial City became more and more tense.
Looking at Chen Changsheng, who was getting closer, the look of the Xiangzu patriarch became more and more dignified.
Looking at Chen Changsheng farther and farther, Xiang Qiu's face became more and more gloomy.
Chen Changsheng's words may make some people suspicious and even change their attitudes, but they believe that they have enough ability to leave Chen Changsheng.
They can even kill Chen Changsheng.
And they are not worried about killing Chen Changsheng.
Because they are angry at this time.
In their view, Chen Changsheng was too insidious, not at all like a pope, but more like the legendary Mozu black robe.
How can he use such a shameless lie to frame and slander himself?
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The Red River demon guards in front of the imperial city gave way in silence, like the separated tide.
Chen Changsheng walked past the Xiangzu patriarch without looking at him.
Looking at the scene, Xiangqiu groaned, and a trace of blood spilled from the corners of his lips.
Even so, neither he nor his father had shot Chen Changsheng.
Because the depths of the imperial city in the night were always so quiet, and no sound came out.
Chen Changsheng walked into the Imperial City like this, just like in the night before.
He was still a young Taoist from Xining Town. When he walked into Kyoto, he looked calm and firm.
Then he saw Mrs. Mu.
Under a pear tree in front of a stone temple.
This is not the time for pear trees to bloom, but since the pear tree on the viewing platform the other day can bloom, this pear tree is also full of flowers.
The night breeze flickered, I don't know whether it was the Falling Star Mountains from the north or the sea in the west.
Countless white flowers fell from the branches, spilled on the ground, and also fell on her.
A small white flower fell into her hair unbiasedly, trembling with the wind, and looked beautiful, as if there was a touch of sorrow in it.
Her white dress is very neat, yet very dignified.
Her pupils are very dark and bright, starry, and extremely secluded, as if she had her own celestial machine, and she was like a murderer.
Her expression was indifferent, but there was also a hint of sadness.
Is anyone dead?
She wants to bring filial piety?
That great uncle of Xizhou called Mu?
Or someone closer?
Or is it later?
Chen Changsheng thought about this question, but did not want to know the answer.
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