Chapter 329: Oita

When Mr. Wu said that his mouth was dry, this came to him, saying, "I said, little girl, aren't you going to cure me? Don't forget my elderly for your hobby."
Rong Xian set the place aside, and the careless gesture made Wu Lao's suspicions just rose again.
It was just a curious little girl, he thought too much.
Fu Yuhuang, who flew over North Zhao, blinked, and the map in her head continued to coincide with the topography of the ground. She turned her sword and headed directly to the extreme north.
Rong Xian took the silver needle and stuck it on Wu Lao's back. In the same way, he took the remaining half drop of heavy water out of him with the silver needle.
After listening to the story told by Wu Lao, she could probably guess how the heavy water came from Wu Lao's body.
It should be that after he passed out in a coma, the heavy water flowed down the channel into the river, coincidentally got into his body and was taken out.
Rong Xian couldn't help but admire: This is really a blessing and a big life.
"Ya'er." The air-threatening voice suddenly sounded in my heart.
Rong Xian held the silver needle in his hand for a moment, and continued to acupuncture Wu Lao with the same look, which healed the wound that was still corroded by heavy water.
But part of her consciousness sinks into the sea of ​​knowledge, and the emperor lingering with a faint sword is standing there, and Zhu Zhu obstructs his handsome face, his expression is full of the dullness of holding power, saying words Gu is Wang Weihehe.
This is an emperor, not a sword emperor.
Rong Xian lifted her eyes, and the bottom of her eyes also flashed the sword. She had no false tenderness in front of outsiders, and her eyebrows were more decisive.
She called: "Your Majesty."
The emperor's expression was restrained, but his eyes still looked like two cold stars. "I am almost there."
With the news that he was about to fall, the emperor's tone was not different from the past, and it was still soberingly cold.
Rong Xian's expression did not change at all. When the emperor first found her, she knew that there would be such a day. However, she did not expect that this day would come so fast.
She looked at the emperor quietly, with some regrets and regrets in her eyes, which was a pity for such a glorious figure to fall.
"The new emperor's succession requires peace of mind. I chose a family relationship for you." The emperor said lightly.
He didn't speak fast, and seemed to be waiting for the people in front to refute.
But Rong Xian didn't show any dissatisfaction and resistance. She wouldn't like anyone, so marrying anyone is fine, but it's just a form.
"Yun allows you to withdraw from your family." Emperor Jinkou Yuyan said, he gave special treatment to the heir who had only come before the death.
Rong Xian paused, bent down deeply, and said solemnly: "No."
The emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, his consciousness was withdrawn, and a small sword exuding extremely dangerous flew from the emperor's consciousness and rushed into Rong Xian's mind.
Rong Xian hadn't had time to respond, and everything was over.
"This is my life's kendo, and it's passed on to you today as a reward for taking over the dynasty." The emperor's words were a little tender, and he always apologized for pulling a little girl to carry the dynasty.
Rong Xian closed her eyes, and the powerful spirit swept away in her consciousness. After confirming that the small sword was a kendo tradition, she opened her eyes.
"Thank you," Rong Xian said sincerely.
Under the eyes of the emperor, there was a faint wave, relentlessly clustered in indifference, but there was a touch of softness in the relentlessness, and there was a faint regret.
I can't see your dazzling glory, I can't see the majesty of your king. There is no way to comfort you when you are alone and helpless.
Sorry for letting you shoulder this responsibility.
"There is something in that lineage that you want to know. Regarding the encounter with the uncle at that time, you can view it after you have repaired it enough." His figure gradually became transparent, and then disappeared completely in Rong Xian's consciousness.
After the emperor's figure slowly subsided, Rong Dynasty and Gan Jing.
The emperor sitting high in the Nine Palaces opened his eyes slowly. At the same time, the Qianlong Qiyun Jinlong, who was lying in the air and clouds in the palace, also opened the dragon eyes.
All of the Rong dynasty's lucky golden dragons suddenly screamed in the sky, his voice filled with screams and screams, as if struggling to death, the cracks on the Tianzhu sheltering the golden dragons were growing.
All the strong men felt something and set their sights on Rong Chao.
Rongdi will collapse.
In the Zhao Dynasty, Emperor Ying Ping suddenly stood up from the throne, and the golden dragon eyes of the air above the palace flashed. The dragon's eyes that were still slightly muted before were suddenly filled with the superiority and strength of the superior.
The Golden Dragon rolled in the clouds, as if delighting.
Then the golden dragon made a long howling towards the east Ang, and his voice was deafening like Hong Zhong: "Rong Emperor, you are almost there."
Everyone in the Rong dynasty heard this sentence, and the people all let go of their hands. They looked angrily in the direction of the imperial capital, hoping that His Majesty would drive out the man who made rumors.
Their Majesty is in full bloom in the Spring and Autumn Period, and they still need to lead them to a more prosperous and powerful road.
But their hearts had a bad hunch. His Majesty had fought the Zhao Dynasty for so many years, and it was a well-known thing. His Majesty has been suffering for so many years.
Although they have always told themselves that their injuries are no longer a problem, they know in their hearts that they are deceiving themselves.
Now, is Emperor Ying Ping saying that His Majesty is about to die, is it true?
The Bai Division and the 3,000 forbidden troops who had just arrived in Qinghai County all kneeled on the ground. They looked at the direction of Emperor Jing with grief.
The imperial golden dragon of the imperial capital turned back to look at the opposite golden dragon, his voice was the cold majesty of the sword emperor: "Even if the limit is reached, Rong Chao will not allow you to come."
"The ministers are willing to die for funeral and burial." The fortunate incarnation of all the officials knelt beside the emperor, and his voice was decisive.
They looked towards the direction of Zhao Dynasty, and they were full of fierce suffocation, as if the evil spirits came out of and chose to eat.
"The subject is willing to die for funeral." Bai Shi said flatly.
But everyone can still feel the coldness of the vertebrae, and the terrible blood evil spirit seems to linger on the blood hatred of thousands of soldiers, which makes people fearful.
In the palace, the captain of the guard, Yue Tongshan, led everyone on their knees and shouted in unison: "The minister is willing to die and be buried."
Outside the imperial city, regardless of the monks or the people, all went out of the house and spontaneously knelt down in the middle of the road. Even with their children in their arms, they still yelled, "I'll wait for death to be buried."
City by city, people by people ... All the voices converged, instantly shaking, like a peerless beast, exuding blood and fierceness, mad and decisive to hold the enemy together.
Tianzhu slowly collapsed, but this ferocious momentum soared to protect the new Tianzhu slowly.
Emperor Ying Ping looked at Emperor Rong with resentment, resigned unwillingly, and he could not kill all of Rong Guo's people.