Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 75 I once bought wine and gods ([-])
Before Cao Bailu left, "Cao Bailu" explained some necessary matters. He told Cao Bailu that as another self, he could not use the identity of "Cao Bailu" to do anything, because it would bring a lot of unnecessary troubles to "Cao Bailu". trouble.

Cao Bailu naturally agreed, but as to whether he would actually do it, it had to be analyzed in detail.

Afterwards, Cao Bailu assigned tasks to the group, and then searched in four directions.

However, what the group didn't know was Cao Bailu's contribution behind the scenes.

At this time, Cao Bailu was sitting in the inn where he had rested for the night, and hadn't set off yet.

He looked at the three directions in which the three teams set off, holding a copy of the White Deer Army's intelligence in his hand.

[A blanket search based on the appearance and characteristics of Peach Blossom Eyes, but there is no suitable candidate within a radius of a hundred miles? 】

[It doesn't make sense. It stands to reason that a dream shouldn't have such a large scope. This would put a heavy burden on the body of the dream owner. 】

[If Oscar's dream really manifested into the entire Xixuan world, it may take several years to find him. . . 】

[No, Oscar has never been to Xixuan, how could he completely restore the entire Xixuan world. 】

[It seems that the Seventeenth Nightmare in Oscar's body really came from Xixuan's world, otherwise it would be impossible to explain. 】

[There are indeed some existences on Xixuan's side that can travel between planes, which is not surprising. 】

[The really interesting thing is, why does this unknown existence take an extremely precious Yan Qi to deal with a mere weak soul master?He can't have any grudge against Oscar, can he? 】

[Or, does he know Oscar's true status in "Douluo Dalu"? 】

[This doesn't make sense, I still don't understand why he is dealing with Oscar, is it fun? 】

[To make a copy of Yan Qiqi, the heaven, material and earth treasures consumed can buy several herrings. . . 】

[This is doubtful, let’s think about it slowly in the future, the most urgent thing is to find Oscar. 】

After Cao Bailu determined the immediate course of action, he stopped thinking about it and headed towards the north where the Bailu Army was not under the jurisdiction.

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Xixuan in Oscar's dream, Xishu.

There is no yellow crane that cannot pass, and there is no ape that is worried about climbing.

In the capital, in the palace, above the hall.

The current emperor of Xishu looked at the empty hall and the familiar stranger in front of him, his eyes were full of helplessness and sadness.

The royal robe he was wearing was stained with his own blood.

The outflowing blood merged into a trickle, blooming the red flower of death on the resplendent and magnificent hall.

The sword piercing his chest seemed to be his desolate old age.

"Ying'er..." The old emperor stretched out his hand with difficulty, wanting to touch the face of the person in front of him.

The person in front of him didn't refuse, but let the old emperor's calloused hands grope his face.

The old emperor fought all his life, held countless weapons in his hands, and was also stained with the blood of countless people.

But at this moment, his hand was just a father's hand.

"Are you Ying'er...why...why..." The old emperor's vision gradually blurred.

Before his peripheral vision, a revolving lantern was lit.

It records his military life.

"You obviously, obviously wait a few more years, just, just..." The old emperor spat out a mouthful of blood again, he was already unable to call out to the guards.

What's more, there are no guards in this huge palace at present.

"Father," the man in front of him was expressionless, and he pushed the sword on the old emperor's chest three points.

The old emperor seemed to see the childhood of the person in front of him.

The shadow of the man who has read poetry and books and is dedicated to the country and the people.

That shadow who would rather be a schoolteacher than a prince.

That shadow who cried for three days and three nights in front of her mother's tomb.

He was in a daze.

What the old emperor was most proud of in his life was that even if he got a son when he was old, the six sons were all dragons and phoenixes.

The eldest prince, the lord of success, if he becomes the emperor, he will definitely be a model emperor in the world, but it is a pity that the ministers do not agree, the current empress and her family do not agree, even the old emperor himself is somewhat reluctant, and now the world is in chaos Therefore, what a dynasty needs is an enterprising leader who rejuvenates the country, not a conservative person.

Actually, to be precise, no one agreed except the prince himself.

The second child to the fourth child are all fierce generals who can conquer the four directions, and they are also people who have read poetry and books who can dismount and rule the world. Not to mention cracking the soil to seal the king, keeping the peace of Western Shu, and expanding the territory of the four directions, it is absolutely More than enough.

The fifth child, who has learned the world and the world, is a rare talent in the complex terrain of Western Shu. He is currently practicing in the Qin Tianjian, the most important supervisor of the Western Shu Kingdom, and his future is limitless.

The sixth child is still young, and his talent is far superior to ordinary people.

The old emperor's vision became more and more blurred. He looked at the dazzling array of carved beams and painted buildings in front of the main hall, as well as the rare treasures placed on the main hall.

Most of these came from his former opponents, those enemies who looked down on him for starting from nothing, but now they have all turned into a slope of loess.

The hand that the old emperor put on the face of the person in front of him fell to the ground feebly.

"Let's go, he's still young..."

The old emperor stared at his wet eyes, but couldn't shed tears.

The founding king of a generation, like a dog, begged for the person in front of him.

It's just that the person in front of him, with one sentence, cut off the old emperor's vague thoughts.

He lowered his head and leaned against the old emperor's ear.

"It is more difficult to do than the emperor, it is the prince,"

"A more difficult place to stay than the Imperial Palace is the Eastern Palace,"

"I just don't want to die,"

Push the sword and score another three points.

The old emperor could no longer hear.

The founding king of the country, who had been a soldier and horse for a lifetime, died like an anticlimactic soul.

The crown prince, who was called Ying'er, kowtowed three times to the old emperor's corpse.

He stepped forward and pulled his biological father's body directly off the throne.

He didn't care about the blood on the throne, so he sat on it directly.

Above the main hall, there is no ruler of success, there is only an unworldly ruler who is destined to bear infamy.

He put his hands on his knees and looked down at the entire hall.

However, what he looked down on was obviously only the main hall, but he felt that the whole Xixuan was in his eyes.

It's all in his peach blossom eyes.

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