The small world of the floating island is located in a small gathering place halfway up the mountain. The grass is long and the warblers are flying. The air is filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, which makes people smell extremely comfortable and refreshed.

Under the breeze, this four houses, a gathering place that is rarely visited on weekdays, ushered in the most lively moment in history. Officials wearing Daxia official uniforms lined up outside the gathering place, standing with their hands down, and at the same time, staring at the door of a room ahead, with some respect and thought.

And among these eyes, the one from the girl Hongdou contains more emotions.

These are the three siblings who came here by chance from Taixuan Land. They saw the young emperor for the second time after more than half a year, but they were still shocked by the youth of the former. After all, in Taixuan Land, the Rift Valley, who is as old as Zhao Yu, is still receiving the guidance of his elders.

Under the sunlight of the small world, Zhao Yu sat opposite Shanzi, who was also young, in front of the extremely simple door. Both of them had not spoken for a long time.

The blood of Zhao Yu, the lord of the Great Xia, flowed in Zhao Yu's body. Although the mountain in front of him had a rough life, at this time, all the bloodlines that originally belonged to the King of Bei'an Jiang had disappeared. The pure bloodlines of Ying's family from the previous dynasty flowed into his body, and even formed fine dragon scales.

In other words, these two young people have the most noble bloodline of the vast land of China in tens of thousands of years.

Although the bloodline of Daxia, which had comprehensive development at this time, did not occupy absolute dominance, the pure bloodline of the Zhaoying family, sitting in a calm and opposite way like now is still the first step in history.

One is the remnants of the previous dynasty who had fallen apart and completely disappeared, and the other is the absolute dominance of the Great Xia, the two young people can clearly represent the historical changes of the vast land of China, which is long and short.

At this time, all the officials present were Zhao Yu's aides and important officials, and they knew Shanzi's ups and downs. Therefore, the eyes of the young man with dragon scales in front of him were full of complexity, with pity and admiration.

"Shanzi, how does it feel to be resurrected from the dead?"

After a steady voice came out from Zhao Yu's mouth, he looked at the handsome and majestic young emperor in front of him, Shanzi's golden vertical pupils were a little dazed. Then he came to his senses, lowered his head, and responded:

"Return to Your Majesty, after the person is extinguished, it is actually like sinking directly into the seabed that is getting darker and colder. The depth of the seabed is endless, making people feel no end. When I was halfway down, I was swallowed by an unimaginable giant mouth. When I was spit out again, I had already returned to the world."

After saying that, Shanzi paused for a moment and then continued to speak:

"This is an indescribable experience, just like passing by the eternal darkness. I feel scared when I think about it now."

"As the saying goes, there is great horror between life and death, not to mention that like you, I walked down Jiuyou and left."

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he waved his hand gently. Liang Bo, who was beside him, stepped forward and placed a small square table between the two of them. Then he lifted the teapot and added tea to the two cups on the square table.

The curling smoke filled out with the rich tea fragrance. Then Zhao Yu reached out and picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip. The voice continued to spread:

"Shanzi, you may be the only human race who has successfully recovered from the dead on the vast land of China. At the same time, I admire Guan Zhengqing. He can use his own strength to not only return from the underworld, but also to completely awaken the bloodline of the Ying clan in your body.

"On the other hand, if I hadn't stepped on the North Pole City with the last kick, you should have appeared in the mysterious place of Taixuan at this time."

As soon as the four words "Taixuan Land" came out, the expression in Shanzi's eyes suddenly began to fluctuate violently, and then opened his mouth and said:

"I met Guan Zhengqing for a few times, but I admire him and feel sad for him. He should have shined in a place that truly belongs to him, respected by countless people, but was shackled by fate. For me, for the Ying clan, who has already survived, it is really not worth it."

After Shanzi finished speaking, Zhao Yu in front of him raised his hand to signal the former to drink tea. Then his ebony-like eyes were as calm as a flat lake, and his voice came out:

"Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety are in a dilemma. Guan Zhengqing did not want to hurt me and the entire Daxia people, so he chose to pry open the extreme northern border city and try to send you to the land of Taixuan. For him, he not only raised the blood mission flowing on his body, but also minimized the damage to Daxia.

"In a sense, this is the best choice he can make. Even the last dynasty of the previous dynasty's billions of Yin soldiers chose to release them in the rarely visited Arctic land, and by the way, they bear the boundless murder of most of the snow-capped people in the entire Liuli City. Therefore, I have said before that if the Taixuan Land had not had too much relations with Daxia, I would let you go."

"Everyone, whether it is Guan Zhengqing or His Majesty, you think I want to leave."

After Zhao Yu's emperor voice fell, Shanzi's response continued to ring. Then, instead of raising his hand to hold the hot tea cup in front of him, Shanzi clenched his fists covered with golden dragon scales and continued to speak:

"But no one has ever asked me what I really want and what I want to do except my mother."

The mother in Shanzi's mouth was naturally not his biological mother, but the middle-aged woman who had suffered all her life in Shenjing City. The woman with a miserable life ate a bowl of noodles with her husband, the great national teacher, Shan Wenbai, in her kitchen, and died in that snowy night.

Therefore, after Shanzi said these two words, the officials around him changed their faces slightly, and they paid close attention to Shanzi's eyes in front of him. Even the bodies of the Tianqiu Army and the tabooists of the night night behind the young emperor suddenly tensed up, and the murderous intent locked in front of him.

The higher the cultivation level, the more the energy contained in the young man in front of Zhao Yu was like a bottomless tyrannical volcano, which might completely erupt in the next moment.

The most important thing is that the energy level contained in Shanzi's body is even higher than the power of the original source, more hot and tyrannical.

Shanzi's entire face was covered with dragon scales, so there was no sign of too many expressions. However, within his dragon eyes, Zhao Yu could clearly see the extremely rich and griefful look. Then this pain was put away by Shanzi, and his voice continued to be heard:

"I don't want to sit on the throne or restore the so-called glory of the Ying clan. I even know nothing about the so-called previous dynasty. My mother told me that I am from Shenjing City and was born on a snowy night. My comrades told me that I am an elite scout of the Yulongguan Secret Army in the Wunian Mountains of Daxia. Nearly hundreds of alien races have been cut off from my hands."

The sound from Shanzi's mouth became louder and louder, and then he bowed to Zhao Yu in front of him and continued to speak loudly:
Chapter completed!