Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 381
After Fuchen abdicated, he could take the position of great wizard with peace of mind.She also intends to find a successor, picking and choosing, on a princess.

This little princess is the daughter of King Wan Qi and the half-sister of Wan Kuan.

Since he was young, he has been raised and studied in the palace.She ran out by herself, mixed in with the selection personnel of the shrine maiden, and became a preparatory shrine maiden.Has been away and never returned to the palace.Everyone in the palace knew that these little princes and princesses would end up waiting to die, and they didn't care whether there were fewer or fewer people.

So no one has ever discovered the lack of people.

One-on-one, she's excellent.

He is silent and introverted, and has high talent.But when Fuchen checked his identity and found out that it was the princess, Fuchen hesitated.

It is not clear how deep the Wan family's royal family's hatred for Wan Chau and themselves is.

The biological mother was sent to be buried with the chaff, how could such deep hatred be resolved?
Fu Chen suspects that she is the witch who took care of Wan Chen.

The other party is now 10 years old.Fuchen watched quietly, and removed her from the inner circle of wizards.

In this life, she has no chance to be a great wizard, nor can she learn the core secrets.

Fuchen turned his attention to a girl again. The girl had some wounds, which were the result of snake venom.

This kind of girl works harder, never makes a sound, and her temperament is unmatched.He is seventeen or eighteen years old, with short hair, a quick mind, average comprehension but a transparent and mature person.

Based on her heart alone, this girl is thriving.

The background is even more surprising: it is a child thrown by Wan Zhuan, originally intended to be raised as a killer.

"Why are you here?"

The child bowed his head, "I want to follow the adults."

"You want to serve me, not the king. Why? Are you not afraid of being killed?" Fuchen was a little puzzled.

The child knelt down, "I was rescued by an adult, and I just want to be loyal to my adult."

Fuchen was even more puzzled, and after careful questioning, she found out that she was one of the children Fuchen rescued in Lu Country when he was 6 years old.

Those children were secretly sent away by Wan Cha, first in the casino, and finally into Wan Guo.

Wan Zhuan didn't break his promise, spared their lives until they reached adulthood, and told them directly: It's worthless and won't keep them.

All were thrown to study and picked and taken away by people from different departments.

There is the pressure of death, most people also train hard and survive, some can't stand the pain of training, escape and get killed.

They all knew that they knew the secret of the big man, and it was impossible to let him go.Rarely is it exciting.

The girl was perfectly trained and picked to be an assassin.Later, he made meritorious service and asked to be transferred to Mr. Fuchen's side.

Wan Zhuan heard that he wanted to repay Fuchen, so he made an exception and let her come.

The dust is in a trance.

Wan Zhuan is silent and introverted, it is difficult for Fuchen to know what is going on behind the scenes.

Just like before she became a king, she wanted to popularize learning and increase the probability of civilians being elected as officials, but she was severely criticized by Wan Cha.

Because if you do this, you will be targeted by the family.

Wan Chan quietly helped her do it.She arranged for the five officials to do it secretly.

So when Fuchen Chengwang started to do it, the preliminary work was ready, and the country's advancement work was also developing smoothly.

Fuchen appointed this girl as the heir, and led her to learn deep things.

Enter the palace and have dinner with Wan Zhuan.

At the dinner table, Fuchen mentioned this matter, "Why didn't brother talk about it?"

"It's harmless to you." Wan Chaan said calmly.

Don't say things that are not harmful to you.

The dust is clear.

Just like she did things for Wankang behind her back, she didn't want to be too explicit.Because hearts have each other, there is no need for words.

In the indifferent palace, there are still trusting and dependent people, which is a kind of happiness.

"The Gao family has sent another letter." After dinner, Wan Zhu found a roll of bamboo slips and threw it to Fu Chen.

Fu Chen laughed, and opened the bamboo slip.The other party hoped that Fuchen could go to the territory of the Gao family.

In the war with Jianguo, the Gao family has contributed a lot, hoping that Fuchen can show mercy.

"I'll think about it." Fuchen said.

She left and walked to the cold palace.

In the cold palace, Wan Chen touched two iron balls.The iron ball on the iron chain on his foot was coiled in his hand, and it was already very smooth.

Two iron balls weigh ten kilograms.

Wan Zhuan's spear weighs 23 kilograms.Lead the army with long guns every day.

Naturally, Wan Chen didn't care about this kind of weight, and the iron chain was still there, so he just didn't bother to point it out.

Fu Chen threw the bamboo slips aside, embraced Wan Chen, and enjoyed herself to the fullest.

Wan Chen glanced at the bamboo slips, didn't say much, and moved with the rhythm of the floating dust.

Afterwards, Wan Chen asked, "Are you going to marry a man from the Gao family?"

Fuchen was once a great king, and even a great wizard of all kingdoms, so he could only marry but not marry.

Fuchen smiled playfully, "You care?"

Wan Chen shook his head, "It's just a question."

Fuchen didn't say much.

She will not wash up at Wan Chen's place, nor will she spend the night here.Leave after happy.

No title.

Fuchen didn't have any other intentions to find someone else.Occasionally, when he takes a fancy to a few male favorites, he will also take them to his mansion to resettle and pamper them.

In the high country, the dust did not go.But she sent a snake egg.

Danyang Si's Patriarch's Gu King Snake is still in Fuchen's hands.Fuchen mated it with a seed, and gave birth to a snake egg.Fuchen sent this snake egg to Gao's family, and it was right to return the favor.

Si Shenyin, the second daughter of the Si family, did not know about the existence of snake eggs.Gu worms have no ability to reproduce.Gu worms in the past dynasties can only be raised, not reproduced.This is basic common sense.

Fu Chen himself didn't know why this Gu King could do it.

When the Si family knew about it, they didn't dare to touch the floating dust, and only wanted to tell them how to reproduce.

Fu Chen has kept Wan Chen in the cold palace, and under Wan Kuan's nose, he has always maintained an ambiguous relationship with him.

Wan Kuan ascended the throne as "Wan Xin" for five years, and suffered from health problems.

The dust searched for the cause, and it was found that the heart and lungs were damaged, it was a hidden disease that existed before, and a cause just broke out.

"When did it happen? How did it happen?" Fu Chen asked.

Wan Zhuan was lying on the bed, wrapped in a thick quilt.It used to be just a single coat in winter, but now it also needs a thick quilt.

Wan Kuan looked at the floating dust, pondered for a long time, and said leisurely, "It's about 13 years old."

Fuchen did the math, she was eight years old at that time.

When Wan Kuan came back from her study tour at the Sage Academy, she was taken away by a chaste man.After that, the two were blank for three years.

Fuchen took a deep breath, and couldn't help but want to dig up the coffin and whip the corpse.His body was trembling, his teeth were chattering, and his eyes could not hold back the tears.

His body... body...

Wan Kuan looked at Fu Chen lovingly, and raised his hand to stroke her head.

Fuchen lowered his head, and was comforted by Wankang, tears fell down "pattapatta".

The disease came and went quickly.

Wan Zhuan lay on the bed for half a year.

Fuchen asked, "Do you want to plant life?"

Even if it is a kind of vitality, the disease cannot be cured.Damage to the heart and lungs is equivalent to digging out the flesh of the heart and lungs, and breathing is painful.

Not feeling well.

Wan Zhuan shook his head.Looking at Fu Chen who has been taking care of her by her side, "I have lived enough, you don't need to be sad."

Fuchen hugged Wan Zhuan, and shed tears for Wan Zhuan, who was 13 years old, and for Wan Zhuan who hadn't become a king before.

She silently opened her sleeves, the scars on them were still gone.

Wan Zhuan looked at the scar, feeling weak, "Don't you regret it?"

"Brother, you picked me up before, why didn't you lose it?"

No one is more capable of raising a child than he is.

Wan Zhuan laughed, "I'm afraid of ghosts."

Now, an eight-foot man is held in the arms of a six-foot man, and he feels thin and small.

Fuchen smiled silently, "Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to defeat them after death?"

Fu Chen boasted, "I'm a great wizard, even if I die, I'm better than them. They can't bully you."

People who are afraid of ghosts are also afraid of ghosts after death.

Fu Chen leaned against Wan Zhuan's head, "I've been blaming myself for not being able to protect you. Sometimes I think, why did I meet you as a child instead of an adult?"

Wan Zhuan slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to hold Fuchen's hand.

Fu Chen reached out and grabbed Wan Zhuan's hand.

"The child is fine." Panting heavily, "You are here, I have the courage to no longer be afraid in the dark."

"Ahem." Wan Chaan felt uncomfortable.

Tears flowed down, and Fuchen silently comforted the breath.

"The child is very good. Very beautiful. I want to be better, I want to do better, to protect you."

Dust stings the eyes.Trying to ease the topic, "In the cold palace, every time you sleep, you pinch me and make me cry."

Wan Kuan smiled gently.

He laughed a lot today.

"I'm hungry." Wan Zhuan suddenly regained his energy and sat up by himself.

Fu Chen raised his head and poured back his tears.

Wan Kuan beckoned to his servants to arrange meals.

Fuchen smiled and accompanied him to eat.

"Let's go to the Leng Palace." Wan Zhuan carried Fuchen directly and walked outside, just like when he was a child.

Fu Chen obediently sat on his arm, smiling to accompany him.

The people under him immediately arranged to tidy up.

Wan Zhuan stood in front of the cold palace holding the floating dust.

The current Lenggong is already a serious palace.

Wan Chen was transferred away.

Wan Kuan hugged Fu Chen and looked at Leng Gong.

There is no feeling of childhood here.

Perhaps, the best time was when they were young, the two kept each other warm in the cold palace.

Wan Chao didn't have the defense against Fu Chen, and Fu Chen didn't have that much wisdom to pick on Wan Chao's murderous nature.

After being together for 31 years, the two can still rely on each other, perhaps all because of their love for each other.

Wan Zhuan went in with the floating dust in his arms, walked to the corner of the wall, put the man down, and dug the soil by himself.

Fu Chen stretched out his hand, and someone behind him sent a shovel.

Without waiting for Fu Chen to make a move, Wan Cha dug out a jar by himself.

Open it, and there is a strong aroma of wine.

Fu Chen looked at Wan Chan in puzzlement.

Wan Kuan said, "When you were young, I got excited, and I also learned how to put a jar of wine under the tree, and dig it out when you get married." He handed the wine to Fu Chen.

Fuchen hugged the wine jar, smelling the aroma of the wine, and quickly recognized that it was sacrificial wine, the best sake. "You made it?"

Wan Zhuan smiled and shook his head, "It was stolen."

Fuchen smiled.

When the two were still in the cold palace, they were only a few years old.Wan Zhuan's food and drink can only be stolen from the back kitchen.

Fu Chen raised his head, took a big sip, not rushing, it was mild, the wine was also sweet, and couldn't stop the bitterness in his heart.

Fu Chen gave the rest of the wine to Wan Zhu, who stared at the wine and said with a smile, "If you don't drink it, you won't be able to drink it."

Floating dust turned his head away, holding back.

Wan Zhuan raised his head, drank all the rest of the wine, leaned against the tree, his eyelids gradually drooped.

seems drunk.

"Find someone to marry. Whether it is Wan Chen or the Gao family, you are a great wizard, no one can bully you." Wan Zhuan couldn't help lowering his head.

Fuchen stared at the man, holding back his tears, "I will arrange the funeral. Brother, do you want to overlook the scenery of the ancient city?"

No one responded.

Fuchen stepped forward, supporting Wankang's body, and after a long time, there was an indistinct "hmm".

In the forest, the sound of trees shaking is like the wind howling.

The boa constrictor parades in the cold palace.

Fuchen picked up the person and stepped on the snake's head.

The boa constrictor paraded the two of them through the streets of the ancient city.Pedestrians on the side of the road stopped to look at the two when they saw them, or knelt down and saluted.

Fuchen lowered his head, "Look, this is where we live."

The person lying on his lap has quietly disappeared.

Tears could no longer be held back, blurring his vision.

The average life expectancy of the people is 35 years old.

The average life expectancy of nobles is 45 years.

According to the requirements of the people, ten thousand chaff is happy and mourning.He's gone his whole life.No more regrets.

His greatest fear during his lifetime was only Wan Chen in Fu Chen's hands.

How could she be soft on him?

Fu Chen sat on the python's head, tears streaming down her face, she patted the snake's head, "Go find Wan Chen."

At the gate of the palace, Wan Chen watched the boa constrictor parade through the street.This kind of scene used to only appear on the battlefield in front of the ancient city.

Last time, "Wan Bran" was divided into pieces by five horses.

The common people regard this as a spectacle, a manifestation of the gods.

Wan Chen watched the python coming towards him, raised his head to look at the person above, when he saw Fuchen staring at him with tear-stained face and ice-like eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

"Come up."

The boa constrictor lowered his head and rested his head in front of the city wall.

Wan Chen looked at the python's head in front of him, hesitated a bit, and finally climbed up the city wall and stood up cautiously.He looked at the floating dust, not daring to move or speak.

The gloomy temperament on her body seemed to go crazy at any time.

Wan Chen recognized the boneless person in his arms as Wan Cha.

The boa constrictor paraded the three of them on the street and turned into the forest.

People in the ancient city followed the python's direction and waited.

Storm is coming.

The boa constrictor led people all the way through until night fell and came to a mountain.

There are private guards in front of the mountain.

Wan Chen was terrified, he guessed where this place was.

"Drive the livestock into the pit and kill them, and then you all leave." Fuchen ordered, "Run out of this mountain range within an hour."

The guard immediately beat the drum to inform everyone.

Figures came and went from the path.

Wan Chen looked at the backs of everyone leaving and thought for a while.

The boa constrictor moved slowly, lowered its head and sent the person to the entrance of the mausoleum.

The entrance of the mausoleum is very large, and there are two carriage tracks on the main road. It should have been a tall carriage pulling thousands of chaff back.

Fu Chen picked up the chaff in his hands and walked forward with the person in his arms.Wan Chen followed behind.The boa constrictor also slowly followed behind.

The mausoleum wiped the body of the boa constrictor, occasionally dropping scales.

All the way down the long tunnel, the light is getting darker and darker, and finally it is all up to the long light on the wall.

Fuchen walked to the main room, gently placed the chaff on the raised stone bed, and sang the connecting song loudly.

The melodious voice echoed in the empty mausoleum.

The main room in front has running water, seats, stone beds, and a tall tree.

Unlike the tomb, it looks like a place where immortals practice.

The top of the tomb is a dome.

Accompanied by the chanting of Fu Chen, there were the screams of pigs and sheep in the distant burial pit.

Soon, the screams disappeared, and the consistent footsteps changed from loud to soft, and finally only the sound of floating dust remained.

Too quiet.

After singing a song, it has been an hour.

Fu Chen turned his head and fixed his eyes on Wan Chen.

Wan Chen's scalp tingled subconsciously, and he backed away unconsciously. "You want to kill me?" This is what he thought.Staring at the floating dust.

Fuchen turned his eyes away, looked at the python that was always behind, stepped forward to hug the snake's head, and stroked, "Let's go. I'm fine."

The boa constrictor looked at the floating dust, and there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes.Slowly exit the tomb.

There was another sound.

Wan Chen looked at the floating dust, carefully probing, "Let's go too."

"No rush." ​​Fu Chen sat down.

The stone bed has two steps, one high and one low.Fu Chen sat on the low steps, looked at Wan Cha, and said calmly, "I know you have recruited a lot of people, and you have also secretly trained an army. You have also arranged people in the Wu Clan."

"My brother's child hasn't grown up yet. Can't do much."

"I sent him away. In a place where you can't find him, he will have food and clothing for the rest of his life."

Fu Chen turned his head and looked at Wan Chen, his eyes suddenly brightened, "I'll tell you a secret."

Fuchen walked down the stone steps, smiling, "That suicide note is fake."

Wan Chen looked at Fu Chen in puzzlement, listening to her laughing and talking about past plots.

"Originally Wan Qi's will was passed on to you. It was Lu Chayan who tampered with it. He has long been one of our people."

"But I can't tell the historian to blacken his honor."

Fu Chen suddenly grabbed Wan Chen's hand and handed something to him.

The cold silver light hurts the eyes.

Wan Chen subconsciously pulled back his hand, but the strength on his wrist firmly restrained him, and he was not allowed to move or resist.

Fu Chen leaned over, stared into Wan Chen's eyes, grinned wide, "I promised you before, and now I promise you." She grabbed his hand and pointed it at her chest.

Suddenly the voice was deep and low, circling around my ears, like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, "But I have a request, stand on that high position, and don't come down."

Wan Chen was terrified, he struggled to free his hand, not letting the knife get close to the floating dust.But the floating dust kept approaching, and the knife lay between the two of them.

"Like what you taught me before, not cruel, not crazy." The words gradually came to the fore.

Wan Chen retreated subconsciously.

Fuchen grabbed his neck with his left hand, looked at him, grinned, "Hahaha", taunting, "Can you do it?"

She couldn't look straight at the knife in her eyes.

Wan Chen trembled all over.

He tried to move back, muttering under his breath, "Let's go."

There were tears in my eyes unconsciously.

My head is rigid, unable to think.

"Walk--"

The hand was pulled forward suddenly, and there was warm blood immediately.

Wan Chen stiffened, twisted and raised his head.Fuchen spits blood and looks at him weakly.

He turned around stiffly, pulled Fuchen away towards the entrance of the tomb, his eyes were dull, and he muttered, "Go. Go."

Fu Chen was led to the door of the main tomb, stopped suddenly, stretched out his hand to pat a brick, and looked at Wan Chen.

The sound of machinery sounded, and the heavy voice resounded in the tomb passage.

The gate of the tomb is closing.

Fuchen shook his head slowly, "It's too late."

Turning around, "He's afraid of the dark and ghosts, I can't let him go on the road alone."

"He fought all his life. He was afraid all his life."

Childhood fears are always there.

"Thank you for your liking. In this life, I'm sorry." Fu Chen turned and went back, dragging his bleeding body to sit back.

Wan Chen burst into tears, and walked back to drag the floating dust.

Floating dust dodges, pushes the person away forcefully, gazes leisurely, and waves, "Go. Go."

Wan Chen turned his head and listened to the dull voice in front of him.

Wan Chen cried and wanted to run back.Staring at the floating dust, I felt my chest explode.

"Go!" Fuchen roared angrily, more blood poured out of his chest.Fuchen collapsed on the ground, holding his stomach in agony.She looked up and looked at the stone bed.

"Hehehehe." Wan Chen looked at the floating dust crawling into the depths of the tomb, with tears streaming down his face, crying and laughing.

The sound of "rumbling" resounded overhead.Like thunder.

Tears welled up, Wan Chen suddenly turned around, closed his eyes and ran forward vigorously.

The road ahead is getting brighter and brighter, and I keep running upwards, but I feel my heart keeps falling, and the future is getting darker and darker.

Wan Chen ran all the way, and after rushing out of the tomb, he still refused to stop running.

The vibration sound of the jack falling on the ground made my heart ache even more.

Reduce the pain in your heart by running.

The rolling sound of "rumbling" sometimes disappears.

Running has been non-stop.

"Boom."

The ground suddenly shook.

Wan Chen stabilized his figure, looked back, and saw the boa constrictor clinging to the top of the mountain, looking up to the sky and howling.The tail flicked suddenly.The top of the mountain fell, and mud and rocks rolled in.

Wan Chen looked in the direction of the mausoleum, and saw that the mountain torrent submerged the mausoleum in an instant, completing the final burial.

This is Fuchen's plan.

No one can find her in the vast mountains.

For a moment, Wan Chen lost the desire to cry.

Wan Chen returned to the palace in a daze, and Concubine Qi was waiting at the door.

He is 28 years old.Fuchen is 26 years old.Apart from Fuchen, he never had another woman.

Wan Chen ascended the throne and married Yang Jiaerlang's daughter and Yang Yiren's niece.There are also many more women in the harem.

He adjusted internal affairs, suppressed riots, suppressed all nations with thunder, and ushered in an unprecedented prosperity.

But occasionally, he would unconsciously go to that cold palace and look at the high cold moon.

The dead branches beside the tree depict the shape of the sky, which is extremely distorted.

Concubine Qi stepped forward slowly, holding a jug of wine in her hand, "Your Majesty needs this."

Wan Chen stared at the jug of wine without saying anything.

"There are many affectionate lovers in your mother's family. In this harem, she is the only one who loves the late king Wanqi deeply and was buried willingly." Concubine Qi said slowly, looking at Hanyue, "she is the only one who has the affection of the wife of the late king Wanqi."

Wan Chen lowered his head and remained silent.

"His leaving the position to you is his preference and recognition for you."

Concubine Qi tilted her head, looking at the shadows of the weeds on the roadside, "But you like a child raised by a lone wolf, and you will never get the response you want."

Wan Chen still bowed his head and remained silent.

Concubine Qi sat down and sat beside him, "People in the world can only see Wan Chau's cruelty and inhumanity. Fu Chen will always remember Wan Chau's childhood pain, so he prefers it, so he stubbornly protects it."

Looking at Wan Chen tenderly, "She likes you, but she won't respond to you. You are the orthodox heir to the throne, stepping on Wan Zhuan's sensitive point. If Wan Zhuan disagrees or supports her, she will not grow old with you."

Even if Wan Zhuan was about to die, he no longer feared Wan Chen.

But it didn't work either.

Just like Yang Yiren, Fuchen is afraid of Yang Yiren's hostile status, and disagrees with Wan Zhuan's love, Wan Zhuan will not allow this person to live.

Concubine Qi put the wine beside Wan Chen, "She likes you. You two are just not suitable."

Concubine Qi left, leaving him to sit alone.

Wan Chen looked at the wine and quietly opened it.Concubine Qi's wine is medicinal wine, which has a nourishing effect.

But it can also make people drunk.

Today's wine is extraordinarily comfortable, like falling into a fairyland in the haze.

He saw Fuchen standing there, holding his hand and calling him to get married.Wearing wedding attire, the two of them walked through the walled yard, and when they saw Wan Zhuan leaning on the side, they subconsciously felt uneasy.

Wan Bran looked straight at Wan Chen.

Wan Chen's eyes wandered unconsciously, and he paid extra attention to his steps, walking straight and straight.

But Wan Zhuan leisurely turned his gaze away.The two entered the yard smoothly.

The moment he stepped in, Wan Zhuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He is married and has a child.Wan Chan occasionally came over to visit the floating dust... When he woke up, the dew was even deeper, and his face was covered with water droplets.The jug on his body fell to the ground, clanged and smashed to the ground.

Why don't you understand?
Just can't do it.

Can't even do well with a throne.

Unknowingly, he also became her.

Will do crazy things: when suppressing bandits, slaughter without restraint; when tombs cannot be excavated, they will directly set fire to the mountain and order people to move the mountain; when pirates attack, they will burn small boats and use the wind to burn pirate ships; Do what takes persistence.

Also find the unthinkable.

Vigorously promote the thinking of lawyers, do not allow the right to override the law, and the royal power must also bow to the legal power.Lv Chayan's legal concept has been maximized in his hands.

Officially put women's and men's interests into the national plan, breaking the concept of Wu women's respect, and also breaking the status of women who can only support their husbands and children at home.

Pay attention to the freedom of marriage.Any men and women who died in love because their relatives and parents did not support their love will have their parents arrested and beaten severely.If only one party dies in love, the other party will kill the coffin directly.

Wan Chen lived for a long time, to an age he couldn't imagine.

56 is old.

He did not pass the throne to his heirs, but to Wan Hui's grandson.

Because of the teachings of his grandfather, this child from a common background learned the six arts, learned to be considerate of others, and also learned to be weak.

He won't start a new business, and has always obeyed Wan Chen's law and implemented it respectfully.

At the end of life, Wan Chen came to the hollowed-out mountain and confessed, "I can't be like you. I can't do what you ask. But I tried my best to do it."

He did not go to open the tomb.Just poured a jug of wine in front of the grave.Turn around and leave.

At the last moment, he knew Fuchen's plan.Her purpose is only this prosperous world.

She can no longer stay in this world to complete the task.

So, she used love and hatred to tie him up.

He was buried in the back mountain of Lenggong.

There is the secret base of Fuchen and Wanchen, and it is also the place where Fuchen and Wanchen played when they were young.

He didn't want to be buried in a grand manner, and he didn't know what was going on in his life.

Standing at the top of life, he also hid the sorrows and sorrows of the world, endured hardships and tasted courage, and was sweet and loving... His sons and grandchildren are full of children and grandchildren, and he is also powerful everywhere.

The bitterness that was once unrequited love has also become an indelible numbness with the passage of time.

Before dying, Wan Chen drank the fine wine that Concubine Qi finally found.The most precious treasure in the world, the fairy of bliss.

If you dare not drink while alive, maybe after death, you will enjoy boundless bliss.

After Wan Chen's death, he was named as the third generation of tyrants.

Wan Bran, Fu Chen, Wan Chen, three generations of tyrants.The track of history has turned to a track never thought of.

People in the world lamented the past glory and imagined the scene where various schools contended.

There is no longer a kind of vitality, the magic of flying snakes, and no legends of Mujia Trojan horses, mountain and forest mazes, crescent moon formations, and three thousand riders breaking through ten thousand armies.

The times are stable, but also quite satisfactory.

It was as if there was a top that could never be reached.

The tyrants brought the unity of the country, the peace of the world, and lowered the height of prosperity.

The mediocrity of the world moves on.

(End of this chapter)