He Was Assassinated Just After Being Crowned King? I Summon The Snow Dragon Rider

“Your Excellency, are you willing to take off the mask?” Yuan Tiangang from the upper world did not give up and asked.

Bad handsome guys never respond to such requests.

But tonight, the bad guy spontaneously pulled off the ties behind his ears, revealing a face full of frost.

This face has withstood the test of time and has been blessed by the elixir of life. Although it is full of weather, it does not look old or tired.

“Eyebrows, eyes, nose…it’s all the same.”

“It can’t be twins!”

Their minds were running rapidly, and their rationality told them that such a coincidence was too small, almost non-existent.

Even if they are twins, their appearance and voice will not be exactly the same, and their experiences in the first half of their lives will be almost the same.

It’s just that there is a slight “bias” in perception.

Once upon a time, the bad handsome man enthusiastically supported the Tang Dynasty and proved the Tao with his own life!

Now, the bad commander changed his banner and supported Daxuan.

The two of them are like twin mirrors that can see each other. They look the same on the surface, but are vastly different on the inside.

They should have taken action against each other, but they couldn’t do it because they looked at someone who was exactly like them.

There must be a connection between the two, but it’s still unclear and unknown at the moment.

Yuan Tiangang of the Tang Dynasty tightened the corners of his mouth, tightened and loosened his fists, and then loosened and tightened them again.

When he was in the upper realm, he had never heard of such existence in the lower realm.

If he was really a wandering soul, he would have ascended long ago after thousands of years of time passed.

Seeing this scene, the bad handsome man’s cold face softened slightly.

Shocked, he stood in the wind, becoming increasingly stiff.

They even have the ability to observe the sky at night.

Almost nothing is different except the perception.

If the two of them fight and leave scars on each other, will the other side suffer backlash?

This is still unknown.

Thinking of this, Yuan Tiangang of the Tang Dynasty stood up slowly and opened his lips lightly: “This time, it makes me look forward to the battle after March even more. Goodbye.”

After that, he turned into a lonely shadow and left.

The bad commander did not stop him. Hearing the black robe rustling in the wind, his heart became even heavier.

So, no matter how late at night he was, the bad handsome man walked out of the Qintian Prison.

The morning light appeared slightly, birds were chirping, and Lin Chengtian slowly opened his eyes.

If it were normal, he would have to lie down for a while.

But at this time, the palace daughter came and woke her up slowly with the softest voice: “Your Majesty, the bad handsome man has come to see you.”

So early?

Lin Chengtian squinted his eyes and looked out the window at the not-quite-dark sky.

I thought: Don’t let anything happen.

As the head of the Qin Tian Jian, Yuan Tiangang’s duty is to observe the celestial phenomena and national destiny, and report important matters.

He stopped procrastinating, walked out dressed in casual clothes, and hurriedly summoned Yuan Tiangang.

The bad commander, who used to be serious and taciturn, said: “Your Majesty, I have something to report to you!”

Seeing his nervous expression, Lin Chengtian became more determined, waved his hands and said, “Speak.”

Thinking about Yuan Tiangang’s unrestrained life, it has never been so difficult to talk about it. After hesitating for a moment, he finally said, “I, I met Yuan Tiangang from the Tang Dynasty last night!”

“He has the same name as me, and even his appearance and birthday are exactly the same.”

“It can be said that except for the difference in character, everything else is almost the same!”

In an instant, Lin Chengtian understood. He glanced at Yuan Tiangang and saw that his clothes were soaked, and said, “You waited all night just to ask this?”

“Since you have already met that man from Datang, I will tell you.”

“You two have one life. Strictly speaking, you are one person, but you are just one person in different time and space.”

“They are not twins, and they have nothing to do with the theory of souls. They are just different in time and space.”

Worried that Yuan Tiangang would not understand, he added: “It’s like two chopsticks, they look exactly the same, but they come from two different bamboos and cannot be regarded as the same one.”

Although it was difficult to understand, the bad handsome man remained silent.

After all, from the perspective of the bad handsome man, the appearance of Yuan Tiangang from the upper realm was a heavy blow.

Ordinary people would probably be frightened to death if they faced themselves appearing out of thin air.

Lin Chengtian also thought of this and gave the bad guy some time to digest.

The bad handsome man lowered his head and said nothing. After a long time, he understood.

“Wei Chen understands.” The bad handsome man said softly.

Lin Chengtian smiled slightly and tried to compare himself to others, knowing that this was not acceptable.

“This matter is a done deal. The most important task now is to think of countermeasures.”

“On the day of the duel, you will most likely face him, so think carefully about your countermeasures.”

Lin Chengtian said slowly: “Since Li Chengqian summoned Yuan Tiangang of the Tang Dynasty, he has made a heavy bet. The next three months will be the critical time.”

“If there are no other urgent matters, please retreat first.”

The bad handsome man’s face tightened, and mist filled his eyes, flickering in and out again.

The bad handsome man knelt down, plunged into the morning mist, and left.opened.

Lin Chengtian looked at the retreating figure and fell into deep thought.

“When the three-month period comes, I’ll wait for Li Chengqian to be buried in the urn.”

“…”

Time flies by like a white horse, March flies by so fast.

There were still two days before the war, so Lin Chengtian rode on his horse in advance and took Bai Qi, Bad Shuai, and Cao Zhengchun to Black Dragon Mountain.

As for Zhuge Liang and others, they were ordered to leave early and secretly erode the Tang Dynasty.

In this battle, we shoulder the heavy responsibility of the world.

It also determines Daxuan’s life and death.

Along the way, everyone was in a heavy mood, always disagreeing, and just focused on moving forward.

Only during the march, Lin Chengtian still had the leisure to look at the terrain on both sides.

“We finally arrived at Black Tiger Mountain. Look, Your Majesty!” Cao Zhengchun said quickly, and saw a shuttle flashing at the foot of the mountain.

Immediately afterwards, the three people volleyed out and appeared suddenly in front of Lin Chengtian.

“Head of Dragon Tiger and Head of Wudang, you two are on time.” “It’s just that…” Lin Chengtian said half of his words.

Looking sideways, following the head of Longhu was a little boy with double balls in his head.

With his chubby face, some people would believe him even if he said he was a Taoist boy.

Lin Chengtian’s eyes were fixed. There was no sound of footsteps as this boy walked.

Even though he came from the air, he was still half a body ahead of the leader, Dragon Wings.

Even if he stands with Wudang leader Zhang Daoxian, his momentum is not lost at all.

The most important thing is: this child’s eyes are all white and he looks like a dead fish, without any vitality of youth.

“This is the ancestor of our Dragon and Tiger Sect.” Long Zhiyi was the first to salute, and then respectfully gave way, allowing the boy to take the main seat first.

“My name in this life is Zhang Yiyi, and I am here to pay my respects to Emperor Daxuan.” After saying that, this seemingly harmless little kid saluted uprightly.

Even the most experienced palace people may not remember this set of palace rules from thousands of years ago.

Old body?

That’s right, the head of Longhu has been around for thousands of years and can indeed be called an old-timer.

Lin Chengtian concentrated his attention and gave seats to the three of them. He planned to ask Zhang Yiyi first: “I wonder how much of the power has been restored after three months of retreat?”

The boy Zhang Yiyi straightened his body: “Right now, I only have the power of one sword. After I draw the sword, I will soar.”