Chapter 1108: Zhao Weiyuan

A loud shout attracted everyone's attention.
I saw pedestrians retreating in the avenue, and the monks scattered to both sides.
There is a big demon stepping, a lion whose body is like silver shining fiercely is as tall as a foot, pulling a splendid dragon to move forward slowly, and there are armors to open the way, and there are thousands of soldiers in front and back to protect this dragon. .
Such power made those monks sigh.
Cultivators have a pure heart and few desires, but many cultivators also envy this world's kingship.
As the emperor of the Aosha Kingdom, this person in the dragon's house is obviously many times better than their life and death.
There is no need to compete for cultivation resources, but someone will compete for it.
There are more than one million soldiers, enough to sweep ordinary sects.
Inside the dragon yin, someone wore an imperial robe with a face like a green handsome man. He lifted a corner of the dragon yin and looked at both sides of the imperial capital.
"Tianxianglou!" the young man said, his voice calm, but it seemed to contain majesty.
The maids around, the generals, have long been used to it.
The emperor would go to Tianxianglou every ten years. No one knew why the emperor went to Tianxianglou. He only knew that every time the emperor would go to sit alone for a while, have a drink, and then leave.
In Tianxiang Building, Chang Yan looked at the dragon's blade, his hands trembled slightly, raised his glass, and drank it.
"Zhao Weiyuan, the emperor of Aosha Kingdom." She murmured, but she seemed to laugh at herself, feeling a little ridiculous.
She stared at the Long Nian until Long Nian stopped, and the army armor entered the Tianxiang Tower. The monks in the building had already known for themselves, and left the account and did not dare to disturb the Osha Lord.
"Go on a trip, quickly retreat!"
But now, there is one exception. On the top floor of Tianxianglou, a general frowned, staring coldly at the long smoke drinking by the window.
He stepped forward, as if giving orders, and flew away.
Chang Yan didn't say no, and smiled softly, "Ao Sha Country, when has he been so overbearing, when Zhao Weiyuan is going out, he wants others to evade?"
Chang Yan turned his head, looking at the general through the black hat.
"Presumptuous!" The general glared.
Chang Yan never feared, and the corners of his mouth were slightly joking, "What? Is there anything wrong with what I said?"
The general's eyes were gloomy, and suddenly, a weapon came out of the sheath, "Take it down, don't disturb the sage!"
He has never been half hesitant, and there is more precious light lingering on the army armor behind him, and the weapon is clanging, so he wants to get out of the sheath.
At this moment, a faint footstep sounded, and Zhao Weiyuan, who was living in the dragon's house, had already stepped upstairs at some point.
The general's pupils shook slightly and immediately raised his hand to stop those who were about to do it.
In the stairs, Zhao Weiyuan slowly appeared, his face was like jade, if he was a young talent, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was a little sad, but such a look made Zhao Weiyuan more majestic and charming.
Chang Yan's eyes fell on Zhao Weiyuan, and his eyes sank slightly.
In those drunken and dim eyes, it seemed to be clear.
"What's so noisy?" Zhao Weiyuan asked, his gaze fell on Chang Yan.
"Sheng, forgive me, this woman..." The general knelt suddenly, bringing the soldiers around him, and kneeling as many as possible.
After hearing the reason, Zhao Weiyuan raised his hand slightly, "It's okay!"
He stepped forward and walked to the opposite side of Chang Yan. After looking at Chang Yan, he didn't make a sound.
"A pot of Qiaoque wine!"
He faintly said, that a little frightened, the awe-inspiring little servant had already prepared the finest Qiaoquejiu.
When the wine fell on the table with a crisp sound, Zhao Weiyuan wanted to lift the hand jug. Suddenly, Chang Yan seemed to stretch out lazily, showing his slender curves, but the table swayed slightly because of her movement, and the jug of Qiaoquejiu was even worse. It fell because of this.
Zhao Weiyuan's hand froze, and he looked at Chang Yan for the second time.
"This wine is delicious, but top-grade, but unfortunately, the wine is spilled and stained with filth, even the best wine is tasteless." Chang Yan retracted his posture, supporting his chin with his hands, and his voice seemed a little joke.
"You..." The general and servant on the side were already furious. If Zhao Weiyuan hadn't said anything, they would have waited for Changyan to be cut.
Zhao Weiyuan watched the long smoke and took several breaths before he said, "You are back!"
He lifted up the fallen Qiaoque wine, poured the remaining wine from the pot into the glass, and looked at the long smoke.
"Xu Yan, I have waited for you for a hundred years. I heard that you have entered the Sky Cloud Sect. This is a good thing." Zhao Weiyuan opened his mouth and waved the soldiers to retreat.
Chang Yan looked at Zhao Weiyuan, "The eyesight is still the same, I wear a hat to cover my face, you can still recognize me."
"Ten years of being together, how can we forget each other? This time I have been with Tianxianglou in ten years, I just want to see if you come back." Zhao Weiyuan said lightly, "You and I are also childhood sweethearts, and we have grown up together since childhood, although a hundred years have passed. For mortals, it’s a lifetime, but for you, for me, it’s just a start. Some habits have already been formed, so how can they be easily forgotten."
"Childhood sweetheart?" Chang Yan said with a light smile, "Unfortunately, in my eyes, you and I are already enemies of life and death."
"My Xu family is full of loyalty, and died in the hands of you alone. The hatred of your parents, Chang Yan, as a daughter, does not dare to see each other."
Chang Yan said softly: "Since I met, today, it happens to be the anniversary of my Xu family's death, so one of you and I will stay here!"
Zhao Weiyuan's palm trembled slightly, he looked down at the wine glass and took a sip.
"If you are now inferior, maybe you can kill me?"
"Try it, it should work!"
"What if not?"
"I die!"
The two of them spoke a word, but they were talking about life and death.
The calmest words seemed to express the monstrous blood hatred.
"The Xu family has now been named King Zhonglie. I go to worship every year. Today is also the day of death. You and my enemy, wait until you pay homage to the elders, and talk about it!" Zhao Weiyuan was silent for a moment and uttered a word.
"I have already worshipped, for a hundred years, the blood is full of blood in my dreams day and night, you destroy my Xu family, but you call it loyal, ha ha ha, Zhao Weiyuan, hypocrisy has a limit."
Chang Yan chuckled, quietly, the broken sword had already appeared in his hands.
Broken sword pointed directly at the power of the lower grade of the god, and it was only a short distance away.
The broken sword entered the throat, Zhao Weiyuan could not avoid it.
Hum!
With a sound of swords, Zhao Weiyuan has a golden dragon pattern in front of him, blocking the broken sword.
He slowly said, "Xu Yan, you can't kill me! A hundred years ago, the Xu family would have died. If I hadn't gone to destroy the Xu family, not only the Xu family, but you would also die. It is even more unlikely that you would be crowned king after being destroyed. . So, I went, although the Xu family was destroyed, you are still alive."
"You hate me, I understand, but hating me is better than hating others."
Zhao Weiyuan's voice was still calm, he poured a glass of Qiaoque wine again, and drank himself.
Chang Yan's eyes finally changed at this moment. She had endless murderous intent, and the broken sword kept trembling and humming.
"Zhao Weiyuan, my Xu family will protect your Zhao family for the rest of my life, open this Aosha Kingdom, and guard the territory for ten thousand years. Just because my father wants to become a Taoist monarch, your Zhao family will destroy my Xu family."
"You and I have been childhood sweethearts for ten years, but because of this district's royal power, my Xu family has been destroyed, and your Zhao family's royal power will be forever. You destroy my Xu family and keep me alive? It is extremely ridiculous, you are now the Lord of Osha , The supremacy of a country, how can the Xu family have a little blood without me?"
Long Yan's voice is not sad, just a single word, extremely cold.
"Zhao Weiyuan, don't be hypocritical!"
"I said, today among you and me, there must be one death!"
"Why talk more nonsense..."
Long Yan's words were not yet settled, Zhao Weiyuan scattered the dragon pattern protection, and his throat fell in front of the broken sword.
"Well, I'm going to die!" Zhao Weiyuan only spit out four words, but let Chang Yanshou interrupt the sword, no longer...
Hard to get in the slightest!