Marquis of Grand Xia

The two silently moved around the house for a long time. Ning Chen looked at the familiar and unfamiliar Hou House. His thoughts were unpredictable. He had come to this world for a year. This year, too many things happened. It seems that Still in front of me, it was so far away when I thought about it carefully.

Daxia quickly declined from its heyday, the Emperor Xia died, and the world fell down. The dynasty of this millennium has been declining so fast that in just one year, it has fallen to a precarious position.

Prosperity is bound to decline, it is the general trend in the world, and it is a miracle that the summer can support the millennium.

In the history of China, apart from the very distant Zhou Dynasty, there has never been a dynasty that can exist for more than 500 years, let alone a long millennium.

Da Xia's fatigue has actually been a symptom, just like the chaos in the Seven Cities, he still doesn't think that this is a thing that a prince can do. However, this matter has passed for a long time, and he doesn't want to Go to investigate again.

Many historical truths will eventually be buried in darkness. Now that the new emperor succeeds to the throne and the dust settles, many things are meaningless to investigate.

Perhaps Da Xia has more internal worries that have not appeared, but they are no longer important.

The fall of Daxia was accidental and inevitable, except that the birth of the moon was brought forward by ten, one hundred, or even a thousand years.

It is lucky and unfortunate to live with such a person in the same era.

He didn't know if Daxia would die, he would try his best to stop it. As for the result, it was not for him to decide.

The greatest wisdom of the moon is that it is good at taking advantage of the general situation, and the manpower is ultimately poor. Even the smartest people ca n’t expect the enemy to be like God. However, as long as the general situation is grasped and guided, the remaining details are rested as needed. can.

In the millennium of the summer, too many hidden dangers were buried. In this world, there are not many people who send charcoal in the snow, but many people who fall into the well.

Daxia occupies the rich land of the Central Plains, and if possible, everyone wants to come up and take a bite.

The power of Daxia is beyond doubt. No one can be the opponent of Daxia alone or the Northern Night Church. However, the joint work of the two parties is enough to contend with the invincible Daxia.

As for the later Abandoned City, Du'e Temple, and the Daxia Civil Disruption, a series of things are all driven by the general trend, and behind the scenes of the moon.

Since the beginning of the war between the two dynasties, Daxia has consumed too much power due to various internal and external factors. It was only after the formal battle with Northern Mongolia that he found that he had never tried his best.

Ning Chen knew very well that Da Xia had lost the best opportunity and every battle in the future would be more difficult.

On the westward journey of Jiaoyue, the two walked back to the backyard again. Ning Chen looked around. Finally, he glanced at the familiar Hou mansion, and said softly, "It's not early, I will visit a person and leave.

Liu Ruoxi's eyes darkened, let go of the wheelchair, and quietly gave way.

Ning Chen no longer said much, called out the ghost chair, and left immediately.

Looking at the ghost car that was going away, Liu Ruoxi gathered courage and used all his strength to shout, "Hou Ye, if you have time, go back and see more."

The shouting continued to reverberate in the palace, but unfortunately, people who had gone away could not hear it, or perhaps heard it, but did not answer.

The hardest thing to repay in the world is love, because it is not hard to do it, just as some people spend their lives trying to like someone, while others are trying their best to forget someone.

God's will always makes people happy, and there are few times when people do their best.

I don't know where to go, I go deep, I can't make an effort, I can't get away.

Liu Ruoxi turned back to his room, tears could no longer be restrained, and the rain fell.

Ning Chen's decisive absence, without any lingering, heart like steel.

Haowu Wangfu, a ghost sedan walked, shocked all the guards.

"Come back," Xia Ziyi walked out.

"Yes" the **** retreated, making way between the two.

Ning Chen got off the car, looked at the man in front of him, and said, "Don't come unharmed"

"Don't come unharmed," Xia Zi said.

"Something before, sorry!" Ning Chen said seriously.

Xia Ziyi was silent for a moment and said, "You did nothing wrong, you don't need to apologize to me"

The result of that night was already the best. Daxia could no longer have the risk of a second mutiny.

Hearing the words, Ning Chen sighed in the heart, extremely complicated, he was very clear, if it weren't for his arrow, Daxia might now have another innate.

The congenital realm is not so easy to enter. If you fail once, it will be more difficult next time.

He did not expect that Xia Ziyi would spare his life to block the arrow for the three princes, nor did he expect that Xia Ziyi would step into the innate state at that moment.

Unfortunately, that arrow changed everything.

The night is intoxicating, the caressing wind with a touch of coolness, blowing on the body, slightly cold.

"Have you ever seen your mother?" Xia Ziyi asked.

"No" Ning Chen shook his head.

"Just go if you have time. Since your accident, your mother has never been out of Weiyang Palace," Xia Ziyi sighed.

Ning Chen was silent and did not respond. He did not want to go, but he dared not go.

The eldest grandson is the most respected person in this world. Even in the past, even if he ran into a big disaster, he was not so afraid. He ran into a disaster and was scolded at most.

Xia Ziyi saw Ning Chen hesitantly and said, "I don't know what happened to you after that day, but since I'm alive, I should always report the safety in the past."

"Wait again"

Ning Chen smiled tiredly and refuted that things were not as simple as imagined. He did n’t go. The grandson knew he was still alive. He was worried and worried. He did n’t have to be afraid. If he passed, the truth would never be concealed. When the time came, The grandson would be even more unacceptable.

Xia Ziyi didn't persuade any more, and walked into the house, not long after, came out with two jars of wine.

"To" Xia Ziyi threw an altar, immediately opened the cover himself, and poured his head back.

Ning Chen smiled, opened the black cloth that had been covering his face, opened the lid, and took a sip.

A beautiful face in the past has now been burned and corroded.

Xia Ziyi glanced and said nothing, and continued to drink the wine bit by bit.

Wine is the best worry-free thing, and it has been fascinating since ancient times.

"A few days ago, when Xin Yu was dressing her mother's mother, she noticed that her mother's hair was a lot of white. It turned out that, unconsciously, her mother also started to get old," Xia Ziyi said while drinking.

Ning Chen silently drank the wine into his belly bit by bit, without any feeling, just like drinking water.

"In fact, the mother really hopes that you and Xinyu can come together, but unfortunately, at the end, you still did not agree," Xia Ziyi continued.

"Emotional things can't be forced," Ning Chen took a sip of wine and said.

He always believes that feelings are two people's affairs, not the words of parents' destiny.

This is his biggest conflict of ideas with this world, and the only thing he cannot compromise.

The two of them drank more and more wine, and the empty wine jars were one by one, but it was not so easy for Jiu Pin's warriors to want to get drunk.

When the day was about to dawn, Ning Chen left and returned to the mansion in a ghost chair. After half an hour, Xia Ziyi also got up and waved away the alcohol in her body, and walked towards the palace.

The Feathering Valley, east of the east of Daxia, is close to the continental margin. Unknown places in the world, picturesque mountains and rivers, a large waterfall descends from the sky, water splashes ten feet high, mist is misty, and the fragrance of birds is like a fairyland on earth.

Outside the Feathering Valley, a figure walked slowly. Behind him was a quaint sword stand with five swords of different appearances. Every step was the same distance, the same speed, and the exact half difference.

There are very few descriptions of the Feathering Valley above the earth of China, this is a truly unknowable place, with too many secrets buried.

Prince Yan stepped into it and immediately felt a strong pressure.

"Unknown strong man, this should not be the place you came from" a deep voice from the deepest part of the valley warned.

"I'm asking for a drop of Phoenix Blood" Prince Yan said calmly.

"It's impossible, please come back," replied coldly.

"Then the king will take it by himself," Prince Yan said unmovedly.

"presumptuous!"

In the depths of the Feathering Valley, a rage came, and the next moment, a rumbling loud noise rang in the sky, and in the changing circumstances, a huge palm condensed and immediately took a fierce photograph.

Prince Yan was not afraid, and with his hand held, the red sword flew out, and the sword slashed into the sky.

Rumble, the earth is shaking, cracking, the endless loess is filled with a strong breath, cold and dark, as if it should no longer belong to the world.

The decaying body rushed out of the darkness, and the power buried deep under the Feathering Valley could no longer endure, and came out, and the moment it appeared, the sky and earth were suddenly dim, the dying turbid gas was spooky, terrifying, and the sky was filled with sky It's muddy.

The figure in the gray mist opened his eyes, his life was full of life, and it was too rich to be resolved, and no trace of vitality could be noticed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Most of the old monsters whose bodies were buried in the coffin were a bit scary, The void shook again and again, unable to accommodate its existence.

"La La La"

In the dark sky, rain fell, and the road began to muddy. Gradually, the second figure also climbed out of the ground, then the third, fourth ...

Seven figures in a row, all over the whole body were shrouded in gray mist, and the death was turned into a sky, facing off with the contemporary legend of Daxia, the momentum reached its peak, the sky became darker, no trace of sunlight could pass through, and the gray was abnormal瘆 人.

Seven congenital, horrible lineups, this is the deep burial of the unknowable world. At this moment, the **** fangs are finally revealed. The seven statues are terrible, standing there as if there is an endless black hole, madly devouring the surroundings everything of.

At the next moment, behind the seven people, a strange vision appeared, a black Wang Yangyan turned, the stormy waves, hitting a hundred feet high, the stars fell, and even the waves could not be turned up, this is a dead sea, annihilating all vitality, Once you fall into eternity, you will not be able to climb out.

Prince Yan's expression was as calm as usual. With a wave of his hand, the green sword was born. Suddenly, the green and red reflected each other, and the sword light was broken.